The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 452 Fake Slot Machine (Seeking Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)

The three Donahue brothers finally understood why Chen Zhengwei was interested in their shipyard.

It is because they have the experience and ability to build warships.

But what does Chen Zhengwei want to do by building a warship?
The three of them continued as they thought about this:

"We kept a copy of the blueprints for the cruisers and frigates we built before in secret. They are in my house."

Chen Zhengwei and his team walked around the shipyard and then came to an office.

"Nowadays, the navies of various countries use warships with main guns. Can you design one?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"Mr. Chen, if you have data on the artillery, it would be best if you could let us see the actual object...it may not be impossible to design it. It just will take a longer time!" Peter Donahue said.

They do have some experience in building warships.

However, they have never built warships that use main guns as is the case with current countries.

The US navy is not strong. Although it was only a few years ago that they cooperated with the navy to build warships, they are actually the previous generation of warships.

As for the new European warships, they had only seen them in newspapers and had never seen them in person.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhengwei signaled Li Xiwen to put the box he had been carrying on the table.

After opening it, there was a thick box full of documents.

"I need you to help me design a battleship. This is a blueprint of a new type of steam engine with higher efficiency and more stable power output." Chen Zhengwei said directly.

Several people were stunned for a moment, then they took out their glasses and put them on, then took out the documents in the box and looked through them.

Soon, their expressions became more and more solemn.

"Mr. Chen, where did you get this steam engine blueprint?" James Donahue couldn't help asking, and then explained: "I'm not doubting you, but this is a new type of turbine steam engine that we have never encountered before."

"The data must be accurate! Higher efficiency, more stable output, 5750 shaft horsepower, 3000 RPM per minute..."

"I just want to know if you can design a new battleship that uses this turbine steam engine! I only have one request, the speed must reach more than 22 knots!"

"Mr. Chen, we need some time! We also need our chief designer to come over! It may take us a few days to discuss..." Peter Donahue was sweating.

If this information is true, it will shock the world.

You should know that the thermal efficiency of the steam engines currently in use is only 6% to 10%, but data shows that the thermal efficiency of this new type of steam engine can reach 20%.

While traditional steam engines only have a speed of a few hundred RPM per minute, this new steam engine can reach 3000 RPM per minute.

Meanwhile, James Donahue and Michael Donahue were completely absorbed in the data. Michael Donahue even took out a pen and kept calculating, muttering to himself, "How could this happen? Why is it like this?"

“How was this data achieved?”

“Why do we do this here?”

"Do you know what the consequences will be if this information is leaked?" Chen Zhengwei said to Peter Donahue.

"Of course, we will stay here for the next few days!" said Peter Donahue.

Of course he knew how important this information was.

If this information is true, they can build the fastest battleship in the world.

It is a game-changer for the shipbuilding industry all over the world.

It's not just shipbuilding; steam engines are also widely used in industrial equipment.

A moment later, more than a dozen engineers from the shipyard were called in. Peter Donahue said without saying anything, "Take a look at this document!"

Soon, all the engineers were addicted to it, and the whole office was filled with the sound of pen tips rubbing against paper and all kinds of incredible noises.

“Is this information true?”

"This is a completely new kind of steam engine!"

“I can’t believe it…”

Chen Zhengwei looked at those people and felt that there was no point in him staying here. These people might need some time to calculate and verify, or even build one to test.

He didn't expect these people to build the HMS Dreadnought battleship immediately, but they had to design two new types of battleships and a transport ship.

Even without a main gun, you can still win by speed.

Moreover, even today's breech-loading cannons, if they use smokeless gunpowder as propellant, are much more powerful than before.

“These days, everyone stays here.”

"Arrange some more people to guard here, and don't let any paper be taken out."

"Send someone to keep an eye on their house!" Chen Zhengwei said directly to the henchman next to him.

Then he got up and left.

……

In the manager's office of the Continental Hotel in New York, Xu Yan put his legs on the table.

The sunlight shone in through the gaps in the blinds, making his front even darker.

Rong Jiahong pushed the door open in a hurry: "You're looking for me? Tell me what you want, I have classes this afternoon."

At this time, Rong Jiahong was still wearing a decent gentleman's suit without a single wrinkle, and a tall silk gentleman's hat.

"What class?" Xu Yan asked casually.

"Anatomy class!" Rong Jiahong asked. "Are you going to learn art or how to kill people?" Xu Yan asked in surprise.

"Only by studying anatomy can you understand the beauty of the human body! Now, whenever I see the outline of a person's limbs, I can think of the direction of the muscles and flesh under his skin..." Rong Jiahong said excitedly.

As long as this matter is mentioned, he becomes interested.

Xu Yan opened his mouth and said after a while: "Some slot machines have appeared in New York recently... They are not made by us!"

"Are you so bold? Wait until I get back from class and tell you! It just so happens that I'm short of some materials recently!" Rong Jiahong closed the door and ran away.

Xu Yan rubbed his temple…This guy…has been a little outrageous lately.

When did he start being like this?

Xu Yan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this topic had existed for a long time.

In Virginia, they carried out a night raid before evacuating Virginia, and since then Rong Jiahong has always talked about the beauty of art he felt.

Eastman could have handled this matter... Xu Yan told him specifically because he was worried that he had been playing around every day recently and it would affect his work.

Now it seems that he knows the importance of things... and hasn't forgotten the important things while having so much fun.

It’s his statement “I’m lacking some material lately” that makes people a little concerned.

In the evening, Rong Jiahong came back from New York University and sat in front of Xu Yan: "At noon, you said that someone dared to make fake slot machines? Who did it?"

"I'm not sure yet. I've been busy recruiting people for Brother Wei recently. It was my subordinates who told me about this. The bars in Brooklyn may be related to local gangs."

"Okay, I'll go take a look!" Rong Jiahong didn't delay at all and was about to leave after saying that.

At this time, Brooklyn was still a separate city and had not been incorporated into New York, but the two were separated by only a river.

"Bring more people! Also, Eastman's people are waiting downstairs, they will lead the way." Xu Yan reminded.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on!" Rong Jiahong waved his hand and left, calling dozens of people. "Bring your stuff and follow me."

“Damn it, they even dare to fake slot machines. Now they are making slot machines, what else do you want to do in the future?” Rong Jiahong learned this from Chen Zhengwei.

Soon, Rong Jiahong met Eastman's man, a handsome-looking Jew.

"Mr. Rong!" the other party said with some respect, and this respect was because of the person behind the other party.

"Do you know where it is?"

"Yes!"

After a while, Rong Jiahong took his people away from the hotel.

Each was wearing a black wool coat and a soft hat.

There was a bulge under his clothes, and a submachine gun was hidden inside.

Half an hour later, the group arrived in Brooklyn and then came to a street where ragged drunkards and prostitutes could be seen everywhere and the street was filled with a strong smell of cheap alcohol, tobacco and perfume.

"I suspect I'll step in shit if I walk over there!" Rong Jiahong looked down at his clean calfskin boots with a distorted face.

"I've stepped on it!" The thug next to him looked down, then moved his foot away and rubbed it hard on the ground.

"Fuck!" Rong Jiahong's face became even more distorted.

"Which one?" Rong Jiahong asked the person next to him viciously.

"All six bars on this street have them!" said Eastman's subordinate who was leading the way.

"You guys come with me, you guys go to that place, you guys go... they must have someone watching, catch that person for me! I want to see who is so brave!" After Rong Jiahong arranged the manpower, he led his men straight to a bar in a menacing manner.

Halfway through the walk, I felt my feet go weak.

"Fuck your mother!" Rong Jiahong suddenly became even angrier.

"You..." The two big men at the door of the bar saw Rong Jiahong rushing towards them with a bad look on his face, and they immediately stood up straight and spoke after a moment of hesitation.

After all, these Chinese are not easy to mess with.

"Bring them in!" Rong Jiahong had a gloomy face. He pushed the two men away and kicked open the door of the bar. The heat waves inside rushed out along with the noise.

The smell of low-quality alcohol became more pronounced.

Rong Jiahong glanced over with a gloomy face, and the people in the bar also cast their eyes over at the same time.

The noise in the entire bar suddenly quieted down.

When Rong Jiahong saw a slot machine in the corner, a grim smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Rong Jiahong walked to the slot machine and pushed the man who was sitting there holding a coin to the ground.

After taking a closer look, he kicked the slot machine.

He kicked the slot machine three times in a row and smashed it to pieces.

The three men had been watching Rong Jiahong beside the table. When they saw him kick the slot machine to pieces, they could no longer hold back and stood up.

"Very good, it seems like it's you!" Rong Jiahong turned his head to look at the three people, and the smile on his face became even more ferocious.

He pulled out a submachine gun from his coat and shot at the legs of the three men.

With the sound of muzzle flash and gunshots, the bar was suddenly in chaos.

　Brothers, it’s the beginning of the month, please vote.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)