After leaving Yunnan, Yang Feng first went to Chongqing. He is now in Sichuan like the Wan Family Buddha. The Sichuan Famine, which originally starved to death by more than three million people, has only starved to death by less than 100,000 people at the beginning, which means he saved three million lives. This number is very fulfilling even if a profiteer is a profiteer.

Although it still has not rained in Sichuan until now, in some places where conditions permit, due to the help of deep wells dug by more than a dozen well-driving teams organized by Jinyuan Company and the help of high-yield corn seeds, the grain still has a certain output, and the pressure of disaster relief has begun to be greatly alleviated as the autumn harvest ends.

Yang Feng just hurriedly walked in Chongqing. So far, Lockheed's Chongqing branch has assembled 30 twin-body demons and can produce more than one-third of the parts. These bald guys have asked for twenty aircraft, and he only has twenty aircraft for the time being, and the rest is all supplied to Peking.

Although the output is not very large, it has trained a large number of excellent workers. Even the bald man has transferred many people from the Aviation Commission to learn from it. Among these people, there are many famous aviation experts from the future, such as Zhu Jiaren, who built China's first helicopter, now an ordinary engineer here.

Wang Zhu is familiar with him and specially introduced Zhu Jiaren to Yang Feng.

"Is Major Zhu interested in staying in Chongqing to work?" Yang Feng shamelessly poached the corner in front of Zhou Zhirou.

Zhu Jiaren looked at Zhou Zhirou with a little embarrassed look, whose face was almost green, and then said, "Mr. Yang, I am a soldier and can only obey the arrangements of his superiors."

Zhou Zhirou's face immediately looked much better.

"Oh, it's such a pity." Yang Feng said with a smile as if nothing had happened, but Zhu Jiaren's appearance reminded him that he seemed to be able to build a helicopter. You must know that Sikorsky did not design a helicopter with a tail rotor until 39 years ago. I don't know that he has not obtained the patent for this design now.

However, even if Sikorsky got the patent for the tail rotor design, it doesn't matter. He can still do it like Chinook! Speaking of which, the helicopter that Boss Yang admires the most is that it has a rotor in front and back.

In addition to the aircraft factory, there are tank factories. Yang Feng brought back 200 sets of engines and gearboxes this time, and 100 sets were left in Peiping and manufactured by Wang Chuanming. This batch was used by Yang Feng himself, and the other 100 sets were being shipped here, which were specially supplied to the bald man.

The tank is still in Nanjing for final tests, but it has basically been completed. The engine can be produced in small batches as soon as it arrives, so it is time to talk about the price issue now.

"Thunder fighter jets are 30,000 US dollars per. Tiger tanks are 15,000 US dollars. Don't discuss any price issues with me. The price is already very low. There are aircraft performance data here. As for tanks, there is no need to introduce them." Yang Feng said to Zhou Zhirou.

This price is indeed very conscientious. Joseph's Yi 16 is $40,000. T26 is $20,000. Pull these two weapons out and fight against Thunder and Tigers alone. That is the product that will kill you. Although the purchasing power of the US dollar is slightly higher now, the price is also very reasonable.

"The price is too high, and the Ministry of National Defense cannot afford to buy too much. Besides, this is also domestic. You can't be more expensive than imported ones, right?" Zhou Zhirou said with a embarrassed look. In fact, he also thought that Yang Feng's price was reasonable. At this time, the airplanes and tanks sold to China by foreigners were very low. Of course, it would be better if it could be cheaper.

"Imported goods? Tell me which imported goods you bought can compare with these two types?" Yang Feng said with contempt.

"Besides, I have to ask for foreign exchange, gold, jewelry, and medicinal materials! We have traded in these years in this way?" The product then said.

Zhou Zhirou thought to herself. You don’t want foreign exchange, but you don’t want fiat currency either? Do you think gold and jewelry are cheap? You can’t bear to pay that thing out! Although the medicinal materials are cheap, the problem is that you can only rely on donations and subsidies in the past few years, but in recent years you have been struggling in the Northeast. The people don’t like to donate to the National Government. If you have money, they don’t have to donate to the Northeast Liberation Army.

"Brother Yang, the Ministry of National Defense can't afford too much at such a high price. This way, the aircraft is 20,000 and tanks are 10,000. The first batch of Ministry of National Defense can purchase 300 aircraft and 200 tanks." Zhou Zhirou said sincerely.

"General Zhou, Brother Zhou, that plane will cost tens of thousands of engines! Even if the aluminum alloy alone is more than ten thousand, you can't let me lose money, right? There are tanks, let's not talk about performance. Just in terms of weight, how much does a Vicks cost? That's a six-ton ​​tank, and I'm a twelve tons." Yang Feng said dissatisfiedly.

"Brother Yang, you must also understand the difficulties of the Chairman. Such a large country uses money everywhere. Hundreds of thousands of troops on the front line need to spend money to suppress bandits, and to do infrastructure. There is no need to spend money even if there is a famine. The finances have not been well-off for a day. They have always been supported by bonds. It can be said that they are all eating the food for the first time." Zhou Zhirou began to complain again.

"Brother Zhou, brother, what should I say, just those bandits have to suppress? In the poor place in northern Shaanxi, where birds do not shit, you can just toss them, what kind of flowers can you make?" Yang Feng said dissatisfiedly.

"Brother Yang, you can't underestimate them. The centipede worms die without being stiff. Now they have even begun to attack Hexi. If they open up the Hexi Corridor, hook up with Shengshicai, and then rely on the Soviets, they may become a big concern again. Now even the chairman himself has flew to Xi'an to supervise the battle." Zhou Zhirou said.

Yang Feng was shocked. He had been having too much fun during this period and actually forgot about the big things. Western Route Army! As a provincial political committee member who was born under the red flag and raised in New China, the Party and the country for decades, how could he sit and watch these countless martyrs die in vain!

We must save them and let the red flag of revolution be planted on the land of Xinjiang.

Also, the bald man went to Xi'an, wouldn't he want a sheep to get into the tiger's mouth? No, that's not a tiger. At most, a spoiled dog. The poor young man Zhang still has less than 50,000 people in his hands. I wonder if he has the courage to play with the Northwest National Defense Government just for this.

"Where have they fought?" The guy sighed at Zhang Xiaotuo, who was almost broken by him, and then lowered his voice and asked mysteriously.

"I just got fucked hard by Ma Bufang in Gulang. It is said that thousands of people have been killed. Do you know where Gulang is?" Zhou Zhirou said.

"Aren't you right next to Wuwei?" Yang Feng despised him for a moment, which means he still had time. But it's hard to say, these people haven't been able to hold on for a few days.

"Where do you think they can fight?" the guy asked in a low voice.

"Where are you going to fight? The green horses are almost crazy. This is to stab them in their hearts! Only 20,000 lack of guns and bullets, and dragging a large number of elderly, weak, women and children to the red-eyed Huizi cavalry at the Gobi stall. Isn't that obvious that they are going to die? It's so cruel! It's so cruel!" Zhou Zhirou said.

Yang Feng didn't say anything more, but the price of the plane and tank was still not negotiated. Anyway, it would take some time to formal delivery. Let's talk slowly in the future, or find a win-win solution. After all, this thing needs to be sold in large quantities. Although the bald man is more affordable than before, he can't stand it if he buys hundreds or thousands of dollars.

In the Shanghai Public Concession, on a small building less than 100 meters away from Jinyuan Company, a spy from Fuxing Society was staring at the gate of the security team's base with the Type 64 military telescope purchased from Jinyuan. More than a dozen spies were sitting in the room behind him, and beside him was a sniper holding an SVD.

There are more than a dozen surveillance teams like this in this area. Fuxing Society mobilized nearly 200 elite troops to monitor all the security team's entry and exit channels with the acquiesced approval of the Ministry of Industry.

According to the agreement between Yang Feng and the Bureau of Industry and Technology, the security team shall not carry weapons unless he himself arrives in Shanghai. In addition, those chariots that are more likely to cause misunderstandings cannot be moved casually. The security team soldiers can only walk out of the base without carrying weapons. This is also considered to protect the face of those ghosts. Now this has become the biggest obstacle for Wang Yaqiao to leave.

The snipers of the Fuxing Society have already given orders that as long as they find Wang Yaqiao, whether he is in the security team yard or outside, they will be killed directly. Of course, they cannot accidentally injure the security team. Boss Yang is very protective of his life.

Now a group of spies are drowsy! They have been watching here for more than a month. It is certain that Wang Yaqiao has not escaped, but they have no courage to go in and catch people. The two sides are confronting each other, waiting for negotiations between their respective senior officials.

The observer rubbed his eyes that were a little uncomfortable after looking at them for a long time. The sniper was asleep holding his beloved gun. At this moment, he suddenly heard the roar of the engine coming from the opposite side. The guy immediately exclaimed: "Get up quickly, let's see what they are going to do?"

A group of spies got up and rushed to the window. Even the snipers jumped over and set up the sniper rifle as fast as possible.

At this time, the roar became louder and louder, and then the tremor on the ground was clearly transmitted to the feet.

"It's their chariot that they are going to come out, go down and stop it!" The spy leader yelled. A group of spies forgot to consider the ridiculousness of the order, and rushed downstairs, but then they were stunned.

The security team's doors were all opened, and a huge infantry fighting vehicle was driving out, hanging rubber tracks across the asphalt road, and then suddenly turned around and rushed over. The pedestrians on the street were so scared that they hid aside. After the first chariot turned around, the second chariot drove out immediately.

A group of spies looked at the steel beast rushing over, the black muzzle on it, and the large-caliber machine guns pointing at the sniper upstairs. They couldn't help but look at each other. At this time, a team of police officers rushed over. The British police officer in charge reached out and tried to stop the chariot, but unfortunately the other party had no intention of slowing down, which scared the officer so much that he jumped aside again.

The chariots whizzed past him one by one, followed by the armed jeep. The jeep in the front stopped in front of the police officer, and the officer sitting in the car said lightly: "Mr. Yang is at the airport!"

The police officer was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand expressionlessly.

The long convoy left.

"Captain, what should I do?" a young spy asked the spy leader weakly.

"I'm going to do it all. The person must be in the convoy. Call it now. Now let's see the brothers on the dock." The spy leader said angrily.

Of course, Wang Yaqiao was in the convoy. After learning that Yang Feng's special plane was about to arrive in Shanghai, Yu Maoren could not miss this opportunity. He stuffed him into an infantry fighting vehicle and sent it out of the concession. On the way to Longhua Airport, he turned to an ordinary car to send it to the dock. A high-speed cargo ship from Jinyuan Company to deliver goods to Hong Kong was waiting at the dock. After arriving at the place, he got on the ship and got anchor. When Zheng Jiemin, who had learned the news, arrived at the dock himself, the cargo ship modified by the torpedo speedboat had already sailed away.

Zheng Jiemin looked helplessly at the turbid river water under his feet. After all, he was still awesome. Boss Yang's efforts for a month were gone as soon as he showed up. However, if you think about it carefully, it would not be a bad thing. At least you don't have to have a conflict with Yang Feng, it depends on whether Wang Yaqiao can be resolved in Hong Kong.

"Mr. Wang, we can only send you to Hong Kong, and you know that for you, it is difficult for Mr. Yang to do it with the Chairman, so he must also make a compromise." The captain bowed and respectfully said to Wang Yaqiao on the Feiyan Expressway cargo ship.

"Mr. Yang understands the difficulties. I am grateful to be able to send me out of Shanghai." Wang Yaqiao said calmly.

"But don't worry, Mr. Yang has also made arrangements after arriving in Hong Kong. You can go to this address, and the people there will arrange to send you to Guangxi. In addition, Mr. Yang also asked me to tell you that your friends in Hong Kong may not be so reliable." The captain said and handed a note with the address written on Wang Yaqiao.

His words made Wang Yaqiao frown immediately. Of course, this guy didn't know that he was sold by his wife. At this time, Zheng Jiemin must have set a trap in Hong Kong.

The captain didn't say much. Yang Feng's task was to tell Wang Yaqiao this. Whether he was dead or alive depends on how he chose.

Just when Wang Yaqiao left Shanghai, Boss Yang's special plane landed at Longhua Airport. The security team controlled the entire airport very arrogantly. Then he boarded the bulletproof car surrounded by bodyguards, and then he was escorted to Yang's mansion in Shanghai by armored vehicles.

"Send a telegram to Ma Hongkui immediately and tell him to delay the time and not fight with the Red Army for the first time. At the same time, ask him to contact Ma Bufang for me and don't rush to fight with the Red Army for the time. Everyone sit down and discuss with the peace and whether there is anything to do.

In addition, contact the Soviets and tell them that I have important things to discuss with them." Yang Feng immediately said to Yu Maoren who was here as soon as he arrived.

"Boss, do you want to?" Yu Maoren didn't quite understand.

"It's nothing, bury a few land mines." Yang Feng smiled sinisterly.

What he is most worried about now is the battlefield situation. You must know that the Qingma is very strong now. These guys are not tamed by Ning Ma, and these tamas are a bunch of people.

Besides, although Ma Bufang is not Yang Feng's person, he has made a lot of money in the wool and medicinal products business over the years. He bought a large part of the Japanese weapons seized on the Northeast battlefield, and his equipment level has been greatly improved.

"Master Xu, you must hold on!" Yang Feng said to himself a little nervously.

In fact, if he didn't send this telegram, Ma Hongkui and Ma Hongbin would not rush to join in the fun. The main attack direction of the Western Route Army was Qingma's territory, and they would only go and make some soy sauce at most.

However, Yang Feng's telegram still made Ma Hongkui a little confused.

"What does Brother Yang want to do? Let the two brothers Ma Bufang fight with them." This guy obviously prefers to sit in the mountains and watch tiger fights. After all, Ning Ma and Qing Ma are not good friends.

"What should we do?" asked his son Ma Dunjing. He had just graduated from the senior class of the bald man's middle yang military academy, and now he is inevitably a little bit of ambition to make achievements.

"What should I do? Don't be confused after going to Nanjing. Chiang Kai-shek has been selling his people all his life to him. Yang Feng hasn't seen him with any sorry brother since his debut. What do you think should I do?" Ma Hongkui glared at him and said.

"You fly to Lanzhou and talk to Ma Bufang in person to translate the meaning of Brother Yang. As for how he does it, it's not our business." Lao Ma said insidiously.

"I understand!" Ma Dunjing nodded immediately.

And at this moment, Yang Feng also began a conspiracy with Bogmolov in his mansion.

"Mr. Ambassador, come and try this thing. I don't have this habit. Others have given me a few boxes. If you like it, you might as well take it away." Boss Yang handed a box of cigars to Bogmolov and said.

Bogmolov shrugged and took it. This guy had already received a lot of small favors from Yang Feng, so of course he would not refuse such gifts.

"Yang, do you need my help?" The guy took a cigar and said, naturally he understood that Boss Yang could not give him gifts and play with him without any trouble.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. You know that the Northwest has always been my main wool supply, but now there are wars everywhere, how can those herders herd herdsmen herd sheep? This will have a great impact on my business.

So I hope to mediate secretly. Their goal is nothing more than to get close to you. What Ma Bufang is afraid of is that they have occupied their own territory. This war is completely a misunderstanding. Isn’t it enough for everyone to sit together and say it’s okay? Why do you have to fight to death?" Yang Feng said sincerely.

Bogmolov stared at him with wide eyes, as if he was studying what this guy wanted to do.

"Yang, you also know that it is not convenient for us to intervene in China's internal affairs." He said tentatively.

"You are not a friend enough now! I treat you as a true friend, otherwise I wouldn't be able to say such words to you." Yang Feng said dissatisfiedly.

"This, you know they are under the command of the Communist International, not our Soviet government." Bogmolov continued to delay time.

"Comrade Stalin has the final say in the Communist International?" Yang Feng said dissatisfied.

"You really want to mediate this?" Bogmolov has finally confirmed his sincerity.

"Of course." Yang Feng said.

"Well, I will tell the Communist International what you mean, of course I can't guarantee whether they agree or not." said Bogmolov.
Chapter completed!