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Chapter 235 Facing the Enemy Here!economic capital

Chapter 235 Facing the Enemy Here!economic capital

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The people present all expressed their approval after hearing the words. This is indeed a reasonable approach. In actual combat, the soldiers are highly nervous and their thoughts may be confused. It would be embarrassing if they were placed in the opposite direction.

What short, powerful sentence should I write?
There were three people who said almost in unison, "Facing the enemy this way?" "Facing the enemy this way!" "Facing the enemy this way!"

"It must be the least ambiguous and concise." Zhou Changfeng said firmly: "I choose 'this face the enemy'."

The engineer nodded and said: "Print it in yellow, it's the most obvious."

"Not very good, the yellow color is too conspicuous, and the enemy may notice it too. Let me say, let's use white or black characters, and put a few raised steel seals, so that you can see the front and back even if you can't see clearly at night. " Said the middle-aged man from the Ordnance Bureau.

In addition, Zhou Changfeng found it a little strange that these directional mine samples chose to use a mix of two types of prefabricated fragments, steel balls and short steel rods.

Generally speaking, when the weight of a single fragment is constant, the total number of cylindrical prefabricated fragments is more, but the flight speed is 10% lower than that of spherical fragments, and the average kinetic energy is about 19% weaker.

Usually it is steel balls or thin and short steel rods. Either the larger the number, the weaker the power, or the smaller the number, the stronger the power. It is a bit nondescript to have a mix and match.

The answer given to Zhou Changfeng from the arsenal was that after multiple experiments and tests, they found that such a combination can "take care" of all distances more evenly, and the killing effect is better than a single type of prefabricated fragments.

"I guess there must be an extra process."

"Yes. First pour the steel rod, shake it to make it spread evenly, and then pour the steel ball."

Zhou Changfeng put the sample back into the wooden box, and said seriously: "Explosives are consumables. In my opinion, this approach is just icing on the cake. If it can meet the needs of the frontline, it is naturally better. But it should not be put the cart before the horse. Sacrificing production in order to increase a little power, the result is not enough for the front line."

"It's just a sample." A manager of the arsenal said to himself: "Don't worry, this will definitely be weighed. We won't do the matter of picking sesame seeds and throwing watermelons."

Although there are still some things that need to be improved, Zhou Changfeng is still very satisfied with the efficiency of Yingtian Arsenal.

In just over half a year, it is impeccable to be able to do so quickly even though it is not a time of war.

Maybe a few new weapons are just a few small weights in the balance of victory, but each of them may contain thousands of lives from both the enemy and us, and the more the better.

In the next few days, Zhou Changfeng received a document from Shen Yu by post. Among them were several sheets of vertically-lined paper, which listed the general information of six small or medium-sized private gun factories.

There are local ones in Beijing, Lishui County, Yangzhou Prefecture, Shanghai Prefecture, etc. Although they all focus on building guns, they still have their own advantages and disadvantages in terms of specifics.

For example, the Daxin Gun Factory in Lishui County has a small factory with few employees, a registered capital of 60 yuan, a total of only 22 machine tools, and maintains two production lines. It only manufactures .12LR sports rifles and No.[-] caliber shotguns.

In a small factory like this, the employees have limited experience and level, and have never even made automatic weapons, so it is impossible to meet Zhou Changfeng's needs.

After browsing through it, he deliberated for a long time, and finally locked his sights on the Hengguang Factory in Shanghai. In addition to the business of manufacturing bullets, this company also has the business of processing forgings, although it is only for the processing of supplied materials.

"I have also received orders from the prefectural police and Yi'an Army, it looks okay."

The registered capital is 250 million yuan, more than 500 employees, more than [-] various machine tools, submachine guns, pistols, civilian automatic rifles, and shotguns are involved, and the production experience is still good.

However, the factory is located in Baoshan County, Shanghai Prefecture, and the round-trip journey is several hundred miles long, which is not so close in this age of slow trains.

Because he had no experience in business, Zhou Changfeng had a temporary tutoring session on the "Law of Commerce of the Ming Dynasty" and the rules established by folk conventions, so he had a general understanding.

Sooner rather than later, he planned to take the time to go there in a few days to discuss the specific regulations on the spot.

It just so happens that the schools in Shangyuan, Jiangning, and Shangfang counties have been closed for the past few days, and most of the factories have also been closed. Xia Xiaoshi, who is staying at home, has nothing to do, but she dare not go out.

Because of the inspection operation in the past half a month, all the major cities could not escape the riots.

In addition to the resistance and gun battles caused by the government's search for party members, rightists such as the Democratic Party, Sun Moon Society, and Pioneering Radical Society, which expressed sympathy for the Endeavor Society and the Youth Yongyue Society, organized many demonstrations in solidarity; Not to be outdone, he organized a team to take to the streets to fight against it.

Although the order is generally stable, the panic-stricken citizens are still a little timid. No one wants to walk on the street and experience a battle between the police and the robbers.

In order to avoid risks, all schools in Beijing were ordered to suspend classes for five days by the Education Bureau of the Tianfu Ritual Hall, and children should not go out unless necessary.

The students were of course cheering, while the teachers were happy and sad, and someone with a big heart like Xia Xiaoshi belonged to the former.

On a window seat on the third floor of the tea house, she and Zhou Changfeng were chatting about this.

The latter suddenly asked with a smile: "Are you bored? I'm going to Shanghai, do you want to... No, do you dare to go together?"

"What are you doing there? For a few days?"

"Talk about business."

ah?

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Xia Xiaoshi asked puzzledly, "Is this against the rules?"

"I haven't told you before, it's like this, I want to..." Zhou Changfeng briefly explained his plan to her, "One day for each round trip, and two days for staying there, about four days in total."

If you go out of town for several days, you must spend the night together.

Accompanying each other day and night for four days and three nights before we are married, is this... that... not good?
Although a little apprehensive, Xia Xiaoshi still agreed, "Okay, let's treat it as a trip."

To be honest, this is a surprise. Although men and women are not conservative nowadays, the degree of openness is limited. It is nothing for young couples to cuddle and cuddle, but it is not recognized by mainstream public opinion if they do not return home at night.

Zhou Changfeng suggested this in consideration that he and Xia Xiaoshi were already fiancés.

"It should cost a lot of money to invest in this way?" Xia Xiaoshi suddenly raised her eyes and asked.

"Relatively speaking, there are a lot of them, try to be within [-]."

"Ninety thousand?! Where did so much money come from?"

"A total of ninety-nine thousand, my cheap boss gave it as an engagement gift." Zhou Changfeng said frankly, and then spread his hands: "This money is gray income, so I won't spend it. So... it makes sense to do something thing."

As for the fact that I still have a large windfall in my hand, there is no need to hide it, anyway, Xia Xiaoshi is a half-married daughter-in-law.

He felt that his old father-in-law could actually guess all kinds of things, but he just pretended to be confused.

This has been the case in all dynasties, the political arena is deep, and real gold and silver are always indispensable to win people's hearts among factions. This has long been a tacit routine operation of Ming officials.

Money may not buy [-]% loyalty, but it can buy [-]%.Money lures one's heart, most mortals in the world are realistic, who doesn't want to live a luxurious and good life?

"That's right." Xia Xiaoshi nodded, and said seriously: "As long as it's not extravagant, your salary and mine are more than enough."

Zhou Changfeng couldn't help laughing when he heard the words.

It's not just "not extravagant", oh, I'm seventy and I'm two hundred, and my monthly income is as high as 270 yuan, and my basic necessities are basically covered by the army, and the proportion of disposable income is quite high.

The average monthly income of ordinary people in Beijing is only a few tens of yuan, blue-collar workers earn about 40 yuan, and white-collar workers earn [-] to [-] yuan. They often need to provide for their families, and the pressure of life is not small.

"So... when do we leave?"

"Tomorrow, you go back and pack up."

"Ah."

It was only afternoon, and the two rested in the tea house for half an hour, and then continued to wander around the nearby department store.

After dinner, it was getting late, Zhou Changfeng insisted on sending Xia Xiaoshi to the door of the house, and then left alone.

Although he readily agreed before, but after returning home, the latter was still a little ashamed to speak.

Seeing her daughter's shyness, Gao Linglu, who was knitting a sweater, looked up and asked casually, "What's wrong with you? I have something to say."

"Well...he...he..."

"Oh? What did my virtuous son-in-law say?"

"He's going to the Shanghai mansion for a few days, and asked me if he wants to go with him..." Xia Xiaoshi's voice became softer and her eyes turned away.

"You agreed?" Gao Linglu didn't take it seriously, picked up the thin sweater made of armor and shook it, and then took a ball of red wool, "Just go, and experience the feeling of living in advance."

Xia Xiaoshi breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words—since her mother did not object, the matter was mostly settled.

But she was still a little apprehensive and restless, so she couldn't help but want to find something to do to divert her attention, and finally knit gloves with wool.

Since ancient times, needlework has been a basic skill of Chinese women, and the quality of women's red handicrafts such as weaving, sewing and embroidery has also been regarded as the evaluation standard of virtuousness.

As for knitting sweaters, it is generally believed that this handicraft originated in the British Isles or Northern Europe. For example, officers and soldiers of the Royal Navy often sew and mend by themselves, including knitting sweaters.As the British Empire spread all over the world, this handicraft gradually spread around the world.

In fact, Europeans living in Guangzhou, Quanzhou, Fuzhou, Hangzhou and other places had already brought various customs and cultures to Ming Dynasty long before the British came to make troubles. Over the past hundred years, some humble customs have been gradually integrated into the Ming Dynasty. Ming people's life.

Just like most Europeans today don’t know that the tea culture, calligraphy art, and garden art that they have been accustomed to since childhood are also deeply influenced by the East.

In the middle of the hour, the exhausted Xia Bing arrived home.

"Recently, there are too many criminal cases. There are hundreds of medium-sized cases in Nanzhili."

The investigation was in full swing, and he was naturally very busy as a job in the criminal department.

Later, when he learned that his daughter was going out of town with Zhou for a few days, Xia Bing couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of reminiscence.

I think back to when I was young, I went to Shanghai to study... Oh, I was only in Shanghai at that time, and there were two relationships in the world. It can be regarded as a few years of fulfilling and romantic days...

After a while, he stroked his beard and said: "These heavenly kingdoms are not stable everywhere, just pay attention to safety."

Xia Xiaoshi, who was happy in her heart, showed joy and said happily, "Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of being with him."

"That's right, there are not one thousand but five hundred people who died from him. Anyone who sees him will turn around and run away in fright." Gao Linglu said casually.

Xia Bing: "..."

Xia Xiaoshi: "..."

Benefiting from Chongwuzhao's preferential treatment again, Zhou Changfeng bought a first-class ticket at a slightly higher price than a second-class ticket.

Moreover, there is a newly built electrified railway that is second to none in Ming Dynasty between Beijing and Shanghai, and the average technical level of operation is absolutely remarkable.

The driving is smooth, the noise is low, the leather seats are spacious and bright, various meals are provided at meal times, and there are also a variety of snacks and drinks at other times.

This represents the highest level of trains put into actual operation in Daming. In addition, there is actually an experimental high-speed railway named "Jiechen". Some parts of the carriages are made of aluminum alloy to reduce weight, and the front of the train is designed to reduce wind resistance. , the average speed is as high as 150㎞/h, but the cost is too high and it has not been put into operation. It can only be said to be used to show off the technical level.

After a five-hour journey, the train slowly stopped at Chengxi Railway Station.

The turbulent situation directly affected the passenger flow, and the crowd was sparse.

"You put that thing away, the bullets are separated."

"Well, it's been removed."

Before boarding the car, they had to search their body and check their luggage, but the iron policemen pulled out the silver Browning M7903 from Xia Xiaoshi's handbag, which made a big joke.

At that time Zhou Changfeng was also in a daze, thanks to the fact that both of them had brought all their documents to resolve the misunderstanding.

Why do you carry a gun when you go to a foreign country?Xia Xiaoshi's answer is that the people are not stable recently. Since the documents are complete and the laws allow it, why don't they wear self-defense?

Driving eastward from the outskirts of the city into the urban area, Zhou Changfeng was amazed by the prosperous economic capital. If the dark side is ignored, then the glamor and glamor of this prefectural city is really hard for people to maintain peace of mind.

In this era, there are dozens of high-rise buildings over [-] meters high. Cars and trams are constantly driving on the wide streets. The number of bicycles is more than that in the capital. Beijing is more fashionable.

On the banks of the Huangpu River, Chao [zhāo] Xi Avenue.

This is actually the famous Bund, and Ming people also commonly called it Waihuangpu Beach, which is determined by oral habits.

A tall European woman with blond hair and blue eyes walked past Zhou Changfeng and Xia Xiaoshi with a handbag slung over her shoulders, dressed in a fancy dress with a modified beige, and a complicated bun. The Jiangnan woman in a small top hat approached me happily speaking Wu Nong's soft language.

This, this, this... Is this something swapped?

When they looked strange, the two unknowingly stepped into a dangerous situation-more than [-] parades in support of the Endeavor Society and the Youth Yongyue Society were rapidly approaching, and in the opposite direction, thousands of workers-based teams Also coming quickly.

Clashing left and right, crowded and powerful, the danger of being caught in the middle can be imagined.

Looking at the rolling team, Xia Xiaoshi said in horror: "Mr... sir, we..."

"Go!" Zhou Changfeng reached out to grab her wrist and ran to the side.

(End of this chapter)

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