the world is at stake

Before nightfall, Mayor Chen came in person.Looking at the radar components that had been hoisted onto the truck, and seeing the medicines, radio stations, and artillery in the cabin, he was also extremely excited, and shook hands with Zhou Qingfeng and others to express his gratitude.

Xiao Jinlang approached Zhou Qingfeng and whispered: "The opinion of the expert on war history is correct, because the country is currently extremely short of medicine and medicine, and the shock brought by ten tons of penicillin dry powder is far greater than that of nine hundred and ninety tons of radio stations and artillery." big."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly, feeling something.

Radio artillery and so on are also produced domestically, but the quantity is not enough.

Penicillin is completely absent.

The heavier the gift, the greater the impact.A gift that could save tens of millions of lives shocked Mayor Chen and rushed to confirm it.If the matter is true, it must be reported to the Central Committee of the Imperial Capital Party immediately.

Xiao Jinlang also proudly said: "I said I wanted to go to the imperial capital to meet the chairman, and Mayor Chen readily agreed, saying that there would be no problem."

It's great to meet the chairman, one sentence is worth ten thousand sentences.

"If all goes well, I will take a plane to the imperial capital tonight, and try my best to persuade the chairman to use the remaining five tons of penicillin to exchange equipment with the Soviet Union, directly from its Far East Military District or the garrison warehouse in Lushun.

One month should be enough time for the first batch of troops to enter the DPRK to bring cans, put on cotton clothes, and have more anti-aircraft guns to protect the transportation line. "

The Soviet Union has always believed that it was the first to mass-produce penicillin, but its mass production is only a few hundred kilograms a year, and the texture is not pure enough.

Penicillin is a stepping stone and the right to speak.

Zhou Qingfeng and Xiao Jinlang also gambled, hoping that five tons of 'American-made' dry penicillin powder would loosen Stalin's stubborn head, and they were willing to give China more benefits.

In order to win the bet, Lao Xiao assured Mayor Chen that he could get ten tons from the United States today and one hundred tons in the future.

Anyway, this dungeon will only take more than a month, so let's brag about it.

Even if the promise is to be fulfilled someday, the production capacity of this kind of "low-end products" in China has long been excess.Not to mention one hundred tons, ten thousand tons can be easily produced.

But to be honest, Zhou Qingfeng and Xiao Jinlang were sure of persuading the chairman, but they couldn't figure out Stalin's temper.

Uncle Steel is an out-and-out tyrant, his character is sometimes extremely straightforward, and sometimes inexplicably stubborn-in short, he is a donkey who must be coaxed.

Now the equipment of the Volunteer Army is really bad enough, not to mention that there are no planes and tanks, even the artillery is all kinds of miscellaneous brands, and the firearms cannot be unified.

If you want to immediately strengthen the results of the first battle of the Korean War, you can only make Stalin nod and embrace the Soviet Union's thigh.

"How much can five tons of penicillin powder be exchanged for?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

Xiao Jinlang shrugged, "I don't know either. It is supposed to be worth more than 3000 million U.S. dollars, but now U.S. dollars can be directly exchanged for gold. More than 3000 million U.S. dollars is a lot of money."

Speaking of this, Lao Xiao was also heartbroken, and added: "Actually, I also said that I can get the most advanced fighter jet in the United States, the F-86."

The F-86 entered service in May 49, and it is a popular jet fighter.It uses hydraulic controls and cabin climate control, and even has a radar rangefinder to aid in aiming.

In contrast, the ergonomics of the MiG-15 is much worse. It is still using mechanical control and simple optical aiming. It is very unfriendly to novices in the face of high-altitude and low-temperature purely by wearing more points.

But this cowhide is a bit too big.

Zhou Qingfeng whispered in surprise: "Old Xiao, you might as well say that you can get the American hydrogen bomb."

Xiao Jinlang's face shrunk and he didn't speak.

Zhou Qingfeng was shocked, "Damn it, could it be that you really said it?"

Xiao Jinlang sighed, "It wasn't me who said it, it was Kajia who said it, which shocked Mayor Chen.

But isn't our purpose to give a strong shock in a short time so that our voice can reach the center?How can you win people's trust if you don't give some breaking news? "

The United States exploded the hydrogen bomb in November 52, but the Soviet Union did it in August 11.Zhou Qingfeng thought about it, even if he revealed some news, it would be fine, anyway, sooner or later, these two nuclear powers would be there.

To put it bluntly, Zhou Qingfeng's 'assistance' team is here to bluff people, to frighten the imperial capital, and force them to be more vigilant against the US military's combat power and make more preparations.

This is just the first step.

On the other side of the pier, Mayor Chen saw the radar hanging down, the matching high-power electronic tube accessories, and box after box of radios, walkie-talkies, and penicillin powder. Finally, he confirmed that an "international team" had sent them Shocking aid.

Repeat the welcome ceremony and shake hands again.Mayor Chen expressed his thanks repeatedly with a Sichuan accent.

Tong Cun, a microbiologist who is in charge of studying the mass production of penicillin in Shanghai, also hurried over. When he saw the white penicillin crystalline powder in a glass bottle, he almost cheered.

Zhou Qingfeng simply wrote a blank check and announced loudly: "We can provide high-quality and high-yielding penicillin strains, as well as a complete set of penicillin mass production technology and equipment. It is guaranteed that the domestic production of penicillin will exceed [-] tons within a few years."

This cowhide blows even bigger.

Mr. Tong Cun is a doctor of medicine from Concord Medical College. In 41, he went to the Northern Regional Laboratory of the United States Department of Agriculture, visited companies such as Bristol-Myers Squibb, Merck, and Eli Lilly, and was allowed to obtain penicillin-producing bacteria.

He later took a doctorate in public health at Johns Hopkins University and stayed on to teach.

After returning to China in 46, Tongcun has been engaged in the research of penicillin.

If he hadn't seen ten tons of penicillin dry powder with his own eyes, this boss who knew how difficult mass production of penicillin is is probably going to turn around and leave after hearing Zhou Qingfeng's cowhide.

What are you talking about, with an annual output of [-] tons.That much is enough for every person in the world to get a needle.

But the penicillin was right in front of my eyes, and they were brought out box by box. Although I haven't had time to experiment, it does look like that.

As for the radio and artillery, it is impossible to fake it.

Who would spend tens of millions of dollars just to brag?

Let's just believe it.

Mr. Tong Cun came forward to express his gratitude, and hoped to obtain the latest pharmaceutical technology from the United States as soon as possible, so as to benefit the people of New China.

This time it was Xiao Jinlang who reminded Zhou Qingfeng, "You bragging is bigger than me. Except for China, which has overcapacity in later generations, who would produce so much when they are full? Be careful not to reveal your secrets."

"You've even blown the hydrogen bomb, so what if I blow penicillin?" Zhou Qingfeng patted his chest, saying, "I'm very stable, and I will never make mistakes." "Don't worry, it will only take a month and a half at most. The copy is over, Let's go."

Xiao Jinlang thought about it too, how could he be fooled if he survived for a month and a half.

It's just that Mr. Tongcun just left here, another person came over there, grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's hand and shouted: "Mr. Zhou, can you get the radio equipment?"

"you are……?"

"I work for Tianjin Central Electrical Equipment Factory, and I just came to Shanghai hoping to find a way to get radio components. If I can't get them here, I can only go to Guangzhou. Now foreign countries block us, and they don't even sell us a single tube. "

Zhou Qingfeng didn't even know who the other party was. He waved his hand and shouted proudly: "Don't worry, I have a lot of electronic tubes. There are mountains and valleys, as many as you want."

"Really?" The Tianjin man was very excited, and said again: "That's great. There are also transformers, coils, silicon steel sheets..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, there are all of them." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hands several times, "It's okay for me to help build a few electronics factories. These are trivial things."

The more you wave your hands, the more people will gather around you.

This one asked about generators, that one asked about diesel engines, and those who asked about 'three acids and two alkalis' and steel and iron making.

On the other hand, Xiao Jinlang was standing by the side, seeing this old man promise too much, he couldn't help feeling a little frightened - boy, if you can't leave in a month and a half, it depends on you, what will you do?

Chapter 07 Is This Ship Going to Fly?

Tokyo Bay, Yokohama Minato.

A 45-ton cargo ship is docked at the port, and not far from it is the CV-[-] 'Valley Forge' aircraft carrier that is about to participate in the Korean War.

It was getting dark at this moment, and Marco Shi and others gathered in the cockpit of the cargo ship, staring at an inexplicable virtual screen.

Two beams of light are displayed on the screen.

A red strip that says 'Holy Light'.It is slightly taller, and there is a note on it 'successfully contacted the upper echelons of the mainland Chinese government and gained initial trust'.

Another blue, with 'Brotherhood' written on it.It has only one line, which seems vaguely absent, and there is also a comment, which is dry and just says 'arrived, waiting to contact Commander MacArthur'.

"It's only been less than a day. How did that bastard Zhou Qingfeng manage to get in touch with his superiors and still gain trust?" O'Sullivan stared at the virtual screen, spreading his hands and wishing he could curse 'cheating'.

Melo, executive member of the 'Brotherhood', said: "It can only be said that the opponent has found a way. We have nothing to do."

It sounded so depressing that it drew a sigh of relief, but it was true.

The attendant Thomas walked into the cockpit and asked eagerly, "Has anyone seen Pastor Clark? He disappeared after lunch."

Staring at the virtual screen with folded arms, Marco replied upon hearing the voice: "Honorable Lord Clark said he was going to preach. He thinks there must be people in Tokyo who are willing to listen to him. He wants to preach God's will to the lost lambs."

Thomas said 'ah', "You just let him go? This is Tokyo. What if he is assassinated? What if he gets lost?"

Without waiting for others to answer, they heard fierce shouting and cursing from the pier.They looked through the portholes together, and saw two American military policemen supporting the shaking Father Clark and throwing him heavily in front of the cargo ship.

There was a bang, which made people feel that the fall must have hurt.

Ma Keshi teased: "Our leader has been sent back."

The U.S. military police on the pier yelled at the people on the cargo ship: "Take care of your people, don't let this idiot go to the United Nations Command to preach failure. If we catch him again, he will be locked up."

Ha... deserved it.

Ma Keshi and the others were very embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

On the other side of Shanghai, a copy cargo ship carrying [-] tons of supplies was parked at the pier on the Bund.Mayor Chen visited the cargo hold and was looking up at the [-]-ton crane on the ship.

This crane has just lifted the radar, penicillin and some radio stations easily and efficiently.It can work in places that do not have loading and unloading capabilities at all, which is very practical.

"Mr. Xiao, your ship is really good." Mayor Chen sighed, "Our port facilities are too backward, and we will build such a cargo ship with self-loading and unloading capabilities in the future."

Now the people's navy is poor, only some pitifully small gunboats and torpedo boats, and finally got a five or six thousand ton "Chongqing", which was bombed and sunk by the Kuomintang within a few days.

If it sinks, you have to pick it up and try to repair it. If it can't be repaired, you have to put the scrap iron back into the furnace.Life is so hard.

The freighter that Zhou Qingfeng and others took was tall and large, with a beautiful appearance and very spacious interior cabins.Hearing Mayor Chen's admiration, Xiao Jinlang replied casually, "This is a cargo ship we bought from the United States. It's really good."

Mayor Chen swayed around on the deck, then went to the cockpit.

When the dungeon mission started, Zhou Qingfeng and others appeared directly on the cargo ship on the Bund in Shanghai along with the prepared supplies.They were also taken aback when they entered the cockpit, and virtual screens were lit on several glass portholes.

However, these off-screen people seem to be invisible, and only a dozen people who have traveled through time can detect it.

The lights in the cockpit were bright. Standing in front of the steering wheel, Mayor Chen asked with a smile, "How fast can your ship run? What kind of fuel is it burning? It should be heavy oil, right?"

Ah...how did Xiao Jinlang know the speed of the ship?He laughed, "You have to ask the captain about that."

Mayor Chen and his entourage laughed even louder, and he asked again: "I usually see a thousand-ton cargo ship with at least [-] to [-] crew members, but you have such a big ship, only a dozen people can drive it. Is this the captain?"

captain?

This question is really scratching my head.

Xiao Jinlang couldn't be the captain, so he turned his head and asked Katya beside him, "Where's the captain?"

Katya was taken aback.

ask me?how could I know?

So the Russian girl also turned her head and asked Fritz, "Where's the captain?"

Fritz said in his heart, 'I was dragged here by force, how do I know who the captain is'.So he also turned to Rouhani.Rouhani asked Seyit again, and Seyit asked Hussein.

After asking around, everyone shrugged off until Zhou Qingfeng who was standing at the door of the cockpit was revealed.

Uncle Zhou wanted to find a scapegoat again, but there was no one around.

Mayor Chen was very surprised, and exclaimed happily: "It turns out that Comrade Xiao Zhou is the captain, young and promising. I really didn't expect it, it's really amazing. I just want to ask if your ship can run fast?"

Hiss... Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath, turned around in his head, and laughed a few times: "Quick, this boat is very fast, faster than I imagined.

Why don't you come to the lounge of our cargo ship to have a meeting, eat, drink and chat.I started the boat for a while, please experience it, and guess how fast it can run? "

Hahahahaha... I still have to play the guessing game.

Everyone in the Municipal Party Committee thought that Zhou Qingfeng and the others wanted to show off, and they all agreed.Xiao Jinlang also breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking about the lounge, and just talking about the topic to fool the matter away.

But when everyone was about to leave the cockpit, Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Jinlang's arm, and asked, "How did I become the captain?"

"You are not the captain, who will be the captain?" Xiao Jinlang said confidently.

"But I can't sail a boat."

"To be fooled, I will say later that I came from a long-distance voyage with the United States, and the host is broken."

Xiao Jinlang thought to himself, 'I need to teach this kind of thing', shook his hands and left.

Shanghai is still a bit hot in September, and the river is a bit stuffy, but when you enter the lounge, you will feel the cool breeze.

There is air conditioning.

Mayor Chen laughed and boasted, "Oh, your American cargo ship is really comfortable, much better than my office."

There is also a refrigerator in the lounge. When you open it, you can find everything from watermelon cold drinks to yogurt and ice cream.Xiao Jinlang thought about making Mayor Chen forget about the speed of the boat, so he asked everyone to sit down one by one and start eating.

Blowing on the cold air conditioner, eating iced watermelon, it feels like entering socialism comfortably.The lounge was very lively, Xiao Jinlang wanted to chat casually, but the cargo ship shook slightly and moved.

"Oh, this ship starts very fast." Mayor Chen laughed, "It must not be coal-fired. I thought you invited me to eat ice cream to coax me away, but I didn't expect Captain Xiao Zhou to leave alone. Can steer a cargo ship."

There are portholes in the lounge, and you can see the setting sun shining on the Huangpu River, the water is rippling, and the boat is indeed moving.

It's just that the members of the municipal party committee laughed unceasingly, but Xiao Jinlang and the others were taken aback—this boat can really sail?How did Zhou Qingfeng do it?

When things come to an end, you can only open it.