Director Wang was relieved when he heard this, and then he smiled and said, "It's much better..."

If the barrel is just a gun, there is no problem. Moreover, there is no gunpowder added to the Minnie bomb, and it is not difficult to manufacture it in modern machinery industry. It is almost 2:1 fusion of lead-tin and tin. Some people also add some antimony to it to adjust the melting point and hardness of the lead-tin.

These can be made by hand with some simple tools. What's more, it's in a fully equipped factory.

Wen Fei thought that maybe he could equip a musketman of about a thousand people. He equipped the rifled rifle in front and the Minnie bullet, which would be a big killer of the cavalry...

The rate of fire of two shots per minute is enough to allow the cavalry of the Liao Kingdom or the Jurchens to taste what it means to be a rain of bullets...

"By the way, boss, I don't know if you like Mingguang Kai!" Director Wang suddenly remembered and said to Wen Fei.

Wen Fei then remembered that he seemed to have armor made here. Although the feather fan and scarf on the battlefield were destroyed while chatting and laughing, it sounded more majestic and more pleasant!

Think about how awesome it was to Master Wen was wearing a bright yellow robe. With a wave of his fan, he shot millions of cavalry into sieves. Therefore, Wen Fei was not interested in the armor he wanted to make last time.

He asked casually: "How are you doing?"

"You'll know if you look at it, you'll be satisfied!" Director Wang laughed: "Absolutely majestic."

Wen Fei immediately became interested when he heard this. This Lao Wang is not the kind of person who boasts. Since he said that, he must be sure.

In fact, Wen Fei has made most of the armor. Of course, it is not Japanese armor, real Japanese armor. In fact, many parts are basically made of leather and bamboo. Do you think that with the miserable productivity of ancient Japan, you can equip dozens of kilograms of armor?

Not to mention the little Japanese, even after the Song Dynasty, the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties were unable to play with them. They didn’t have that much money to equip the troops with iron armor.

"Mingguang Kai!" Director Wang said proudly: "You will know what power is when you read it. After you have finished it, it will be posted on our company's website and you will be able to attract a lot of business?"

Wen Feiqi said, "Okay, Lao Wang. Keep up with the times! The company actually has websites?" Boss Wen didn't know this.

Director Wang smiled and said, "What a joke? Who can't go online now? Besides, most of the people who are willing to pay for these weapons and armor are gathered on several forums. If you don't go online, how can you attract business!"

Wen Fei just said it casually. His boss Wen rarely cared about the company's affairs. He had no idea how famous his company was in the ancient war sectors of several military forums!

Director Wang said, and adjusted the renderings. He showed Wen Fei and saw a set of golden light armor in the picture, bright and exquisite, just like a work of art.

But Director Wang laughed and said, "The so-called Mingguang Armor is the bright light of the sun, and the world is bright! To put it bluntly, many of the armor pieces of the Mingguang Armor are polished and smooth. Like a mirror, light is reflected under the sun. It can simply shake people to faint!"

This scene suddenly appeared in front of Wen Fei. His subordinates were carrying hundreds of thousands of troops. When they appeared, they were arranged in a formation under the sun. The sunlight reflected, and the entire army was shrouded in golden light and reflected more than ten miles away.

I'm afraid this kind of scene is like a heavenly soldier and general descending to earth! I guess there is no need to fight, so the enemy may have surrendered a long time ago.

Thinking of the excitement and pride, Wen Fei smiled again and grabbed Director Wang and said, "You said, how much does this set of Mingguang armor cost? I mean the cost?"

Director Wang smiled and said, "Anyway, you are the one who is doing it yourself, and it's only worth tens of thousands of yuan. I want to make one of such a beautiful thing to collect!"

Wen Fei asked, "If it were large-scale manufacturing, how much would it cost?"

"Large-scale? Who would want it? This kind of thing is nothing more than making a few sets for some enthusiasts to collect!" Director Wang disagreed.

"Less nonsense? How much does it cost?" Wen Fei of course knew that the price of mass production is very different from the price of customized single-piece, and it can even be staggered several times. If the cost can be reduced, for example, 10,000 yuan per set, Wen Fei wouldn't mind spending money to customize hundreds of thousands of sets himself! Anyway, hundreds of thousands are just a drizzle for Wen Fei...

Of course, if we were to use iron armor to equip hundreds of thousands of troops in ancient times, the Song Dynasty could do so much money.

Nothing else, the steel output in the Northern Song Dynasty had reached the peak of the classical era. It is said that during the Yuanfeng period of Emperor Shenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, the annual steel output in North China reached 150,000 tons; the industrial-lasting British steel output only reached 76,000 tons in 1788.

Even if there is so much steel output, you can think about how much iron is needed for ten thousand people? One armor weighs thirty or forty kilograms...

"Remove the fancy patterns on this armor, and remove the Qilin on the shoulders!" Wen Fei said, "If the cost can be controlled within 10,000 yuan, I will set 10,000 sets first!" The little soldier can't wear exactly the same clothes as the general, right?

After hearing Wen Fei's words, Director Wang couldn't understand even more. He said strangely: "Even if this Mingguang Armor is in ancient times, only generals can wear it. Why do you do so many of them? Could it be sold to Africa?"

Wen Fei snorted coldly: "Short-eyed! My boss's business is about to expand, and you will know why!"

He had long wanted to create a Songcheng. Then all the security guards wearing Mingguang armor would stand guard... If you don't take a photo, you'd be embarrassed!

Of course, there is still no trace of this imagined Songcheng. However, since Wen Fei decided to build the cultural industry of the Song Dynasty, the stalls will definitely be expanded in the future.

"You don't know, right? Your boss, I have already set up a film company and have made movies again!" Wen Fei knew that Director Wang was already curious, so he revealed some of the things he was doing.

"The movie? Is it a meat cushion?" Director Wang said strangely.

Wen Fei snorted coldly: "How is it possible? I invited director Li Wensheng. Don't tell me, you have never seen the movie he made? Tell you, I naturally made a blockbuster, blockbuster. Do you understand?"

Director Li Wensheng? Speaking of which, Director Li is famous for his martial arts films, especially those who are a little older. After all, the pearl films of that year were extremely popular!

When he heard that it was a film made by Director Li Wensheng, Director Wang naturally gained some confidence. But he forgot that the great director went north over the years and in order to make money, he didn't know how many bad movies he had made.

"Anyway, don't worry. Many of our company's products will be provided to the crew of movies and TV in the future as props. These real things are so textured. Don't forget that Director Li Wensheng was afraid of having a movie Eight Swords going to the West, but spent millions of dollars to ask someone to customize them!"

Wen Fei fooled him, making Director Wang half-believing: "Is it true or false?"

Wen Fei suddenly raised his face and shouted, "Old Wang, Lao Wang. Do you think we have been dating for so long and have you cheated? Besides, I have had problems with the things I sold. I found out if there is anything on our heads? No, right?"

Director Wang nodded, this was true. Even if Wen Fei wanted to do something unreliable, there was no problem in the end.

After finally comforting Director Wang, Wen Fei secretly called luck. Fortunately, he followed the title of Director Li, otherwise it would be difficult to comfort Lao Wang. It seems that he really wants to invest in building a Songcheng?

All the things and materials inside were transported from the Northern Song Dynasty. It is guaranteed to be fun. At that time, rent them to the crew to make movies or do some tourism projects, which is actually good!

Even if this kind of business comes too slowly, it is a good cover for your modern activities...

Of course, it is really necessary to build such a Song City. Master Wen’s little money is definitely not enough. It is not easy to eat into a fat man in one go. It’s better to do it step by step!

When Wen Fei returned to Tokyo again, it was still a drought. Because the drought was too long in the sky, it was a gray color. Occasionally, there were urgent listless clouds floating by, but thin like cotton wool. Don’t expect this cloud to rain.

In an agricultural society, it can be said that good weather is the highest expectation. Tens of millions of people in the entire country are eating at the sky. It has not rained for so long, and it is almost time to delay the spring farming season. In this way, it is inevitable that there will be no harvest for more than half a year.

Lin Lingsu prayed for rain for several months, but it only rained twice, and the ground was not wet. At this time, even Zhao Ji couldn't sit still. Although this guy was not qualified, he was definitely not like the fool who did not eat meat minced like Emperor Hui of Jin. He knew very well the importance of heavy rain to his country, or he deeply understood the importance of heavy rain to his wallet.

He ran to Wen Fei anxiously, and Wen Fei was so scared that he heard the news that he ran back to Hyundai as soon as possible.

Just kidding, this weather is dry and there is no way for modern times. Artificial rainfall must also have suitable meteorological conditions and rainfall clouds, which is possible.

According to the glance Wen Fei saw when he returned to the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty, even if the small clouds in the sky turned into rain, it would probably not be enough to drink in one sip. How could Master Wen use to rain?

Wen Fei thought, maybe he could wait until there was a suitable cloud, and he could get a helicopter to run to the Northern Song Dynasty and then spread dry ice...

Buying helicopters in the mainland is naturally troublesome, but it is quite simple abroad, especially in the United States. Of course, the premise is that you have money. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!