Chapter 24: Poisoning the World

  Now that all the obstacles have been resolved, those troublesome people who were supposed to die are dead, and those who were supposed to go to prison have gone to prison. Governor Yu of Texas signed a land sale contract with Yang Feng, selling approximately 1,100 square kilometers of land in Gregg County and Rusk County for $700,000 to the British Golden Source Company. As for why it wasn't sold directly to him, this was mainly to maintain appearances and avoid potential trouble from the Exclusion Act. With a British company involved, there's no need to consider anything else.

  After buying the land, Boss Yang immediately registered a timber company, a security company and an arms manufacturing company in Texas under the name of British Golden Source Company. This was mainly because his bodyguard's Mauser C96 had aroused the interest of the cowboys in Texas, so Yang decided to build an arsenal here.

  As for his promise to the Mayor of Dallas regarding the pesticide factory, there is no problem at all. Once the British Golden Source finds the inventor of the drip irrigation system and resolves the patent issue, he will immediately build a factory in Dallas.

  As for the other three companies, the headquarters of the arms company he named Raytheon is located in Austin, and the headquarters of the security company he named Umbrel is located in Houston. As for the timber company, it's simply a fake name, just casually naming it IKEA would be enough. However, although these companies have been registered, they are all empty shells and must wait until the employees from Sweden and the UK arrive before they can officially start operating.

  All the other companies are easy to deal with, but it's just this security company that needs a person in charge who can be trusted. After all, this is the starting point for his grand plan! Thinking about it, there's only Strongson around him who fits this role. As for absolute loyalty, what's that? This isn't a world of slave robots, it's simply a matter of control.

  He mentioned this idea to Strongson, who didn't have any opinion on it. After all, he was originally a mercenary and now he's just doing the same old thing again. Anyway, this is America, not South Africa, so it's just showing Yang Feng around the industry, of course he has no idea that his boss is planning to wreak havoc on the world.

  As for hiring mercenaries, this is no different from hiring a street sweeper in the United States. The Texas cowboys are originally barbaric and fond of fighting, so they have no resistance to this bloody profession. Umbrella or Ambrella Company quickly set up a sign in Houston, then posted an ad in the newspaper, with Strongson and one financial personnel, one lawyer sitting in charge, starting to recruit about two hundred armed personnel according to Yang's instructions. These people will be responsible for security issues on his territory.

  Yang's business expanded across Texas, despite some minor troubles along the way. As a wealthy investor, both the state government and legislature showed him great care, such as shutting down newspapers that reported on the Longview riot in an inappropriate manner, jailing the publisher, or sending a citizen who ran to the state court to sue the state government to a mental hospital, or having a justice-seeking individual closely following the case robbed and killed by an escaped convict.

  Under these measures, the Langyu incident passed like a gentle summer breeze, without causing any ripples or leaving any traces. Instead, reports of various miraculous stories about Mr. Yang flooded the newspapers, such as his life-saving medicines, his breathtaking literary works, and his personal friendships with the British prince and the Princess of Hesse. Additionally, there were his ten legendary wristwatches and that thrilling story, which made this mysterious Easterner the protagonist of countless girls' dreams.

  Half a month later, people from all walks of life sent by the UK and Sweden arrived one after another. His various factories began to be built one after another. As for the munitions factory, there was nothing to say about it. He had already obtained two patents for American pistols. It was just a matter of hiring workers and buying machines to produce them. The wood company was even simpler. A batch of workers were recruited from Dallas, regardless of whether they were white, black or Chinese. They were led by three management personnel sent by the London Golden Source Company. First, they went to clear up the ruins of Langview, then surrounded his territory entirely. That is, in the forest on the border, countless thorns and tree vines were densely transplanted to form a natural green wall. Then, 100 mercenaries were transferred from the Umbrella Corporation to be responsible for patrolling the territory. Anyone who entered without permission would be immediately expelled. Those who refused to listen would be shot directly. How could private property be invaded?

  After all this was done, Langveur was rebuilt according to the standards of the Bastille, and an eight-tower castle was built.

  When he thought of this famous prison, Mr. Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of irony. He wondered what the faces of the Parisian revolutionaries looked like when they stormed the prison that was said to hold countless political prisoners who were subjected to inhumane torture every day, only to find out that there were only seven inmates inside, four of whom were counterfeiters, two nobles, and one murderer.

  As for the name of this castle!

  "Let's just call it Wolf's Castle!" Yang Da Boss said casually to Lin Dun, the engineer in charge of construction, who was specially hired by Jinyuan Company for him in the UK. Langweiyou would actually be a mercenary training base he planned later, and over 1,000 square kilometers of dense forest was enough as a training ground, then design some complex terrain, with Wolf's Castle, even siege warfare could be played.

  Then there is his pesticide plant.

  "Mr. Cai Dele, I'm delighted that you can come to the United States. I believe that here, you will become the savior of this world." Boss Yang said seriously to his new employee.

  An Austrian chemist, who had never imagined that a small invention he made in his university laboratory more than a decade ago would bring him a job with an annual salary of ￡2,000.

  "Mr. Yang, I don't understand what you want to use it for? You should know that's highly toxic." He was a rather honest person and asked Yang Feng with some puzzlement.

  "Extremely toxic! If it's so for humans, what about insects? Of course, these are not things you need to consider. I have a set of industrial synthesis technology for DDT here. What you need to do is turn this technology into reality in Dallas. I'll provide you with enough assistants and sufficient funding, but you must show me actual industrial production of DDT before the end of this year. Otherwise, you can take your salary and go home. Do you understand?" Yang Feng said. He certainly had the industrial synthesis technology for DDT, which was another flagship product besides organophosphorus when he was in the US. Factories in Germany and the US were already producing it on a large scale. The only concern now was whether they had the production capacity. Laboratory synthesis is not equal to industrial production.

  Since that's the case, Cai Dele doesn't have much to say either. He is the inventor of this thing and naturally thought about how to carry out industrialized production, but no one asked for it back then. Now it's just a matter of reviving old practices.

  "So where is my workplace?" he asked immediately.

  Yang Feng smiled and picked up the small bell on the table, shaking it once. Outside, Serena hurried into the office.

  "Take Mr. Tsai, the chief engineer of Mochansanto Company, to his office." Yang Dalao said with great satisfaction to his female secretary.

  The notorious Mengshan Du company, infamous for poisoning half the world for decades, took its first step in crime.

  "Not bad, it's exactly what I want. It must be built to be a bit eerie and terrifying. It would be best if there were some ivy or something similar on the outside, and no decorations on the exterior walls, just let them grow moss in the wind and rain. The roads and courtyards should not use cement, but instead use thick bluestone slabs. The windows should not be large, but rather small ones. All the main doors must use the thickest oak wood, wrapped with iron sheets and nailed with a bunch of rivets."

  Inside, raise dozens of wolf dogs. Forget it, wolf dogs are not flavorful enough. Go to the forest and catch a dozen or so wild wolves to raise, if you can get a few American tigers that's okay too. Outside, frequently throw out some rotten meat and see if you can attract vultures." On Langweiyou's construction site, Yang Feng looked at the blueprint while imagining his future Wolf Fortress.

  Lindon beside him had a chilling feeling, apparently he also imagined the image of this castle after its completion.

  Two people were talking, when suddenly a loud scolding and crying of a girl came from not far away. Yang Feng, who was interrupted in his thoughts, looked up with dissatisfaction and saw that among the busy workers, a white foreman was loudly reprimanding a Chinese little girl, and on the ground there was a pile of broken bowls, presumably the small Chinese worker responsible for delivering water had dropped them.

  The young girl was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with two long braids, although her daily labor made her look darker, but she had a very pleasant face shape, slender and symmetrical figure, with a kind of youthful beauty. She wore an old coarse cloth without any style, but it couldn't hide her natural elegance. Crying like tears on a pear blossom, immediately triggered Yang's surging sense of justice.

  He dropped his chief designer, picked up a cane and walked over, without hesitation, hitting the foreman's back with one stick.

  The boss was so angry that he let out a loud roar, turned around with a scowl on his face ready to scold, but then quickly shut his mouth.

  "Apologize to this lady at once." Yang Feng said with a gloomy face.

  "Mr. Yang..." The foreman wanted to make excuses for something, but he didn't have much wrong with this matter anyway.

  "Apologize, or pack up and leave immediately!" Mr. Yang interrupted him.

  "Alright, what else can I choose from?" The foreman hastily hung his head in shame and said to the little girl, "I'm sorry, very sorry, please forgive my impolite behavior."