Chapter 48 The simplest and most effective

Kill people!

It's very simple. All you need is a bullet or a knife.

Killing is not easy.

It takes at least a little courage.

Why did you kill that person?

Because he deserves to die!

Thinking of the name and the foreigner he had never met, somehow, Chen Moran, who had promised never to kill anyone, not only did not feel any psychological burden, but also had some vague expectations.

"Damn it, my mother's money company is your mother's to pretend to be my master!"

He scolded with hatred, but he lay on the table and drew something. Occasionally, he thought a little, as if he was recalling something.

"It should be like this!"

Holding a pen, Chen Moran looked at the muffler he drew, which was completely based on memory. The simplest is an expansion muffler composed of multi-cabin string muffler bowls. When I was in college, I read the principle and pictures of the muffler in the magazine, but now it is just based on the gourd painting. It's just a ladle.

After finally drawing the drawings of the muffler, Chen Moran nodded with satisfaction, which should be able to silence!

"Yu Qing!"

"Young master!"

Hearing the young master's shout, Lin Yuqing hurried into the room.

"Take this drawing, get on Shunzi's carriage, and let him take you to various iron factories and iron shops to see if that one can make this thing. Don't worry about money! You take a thousand yuan, as long as any of them can make it this afternoon, it can be 1,000 yuan or 2,000 yuan! Do you know?"

Pointing to the drawings on the table, Chen Moran told Lin Yuqing that the reason why he was so anxious was very simple. He was afraid that the grandson would run away after getting the money. If he ran, I'm afraid that even if he didn't want to, he could only look at him and take his own silver to charge him.

"It's the young master!"

Although I don't know why the young master is in such a hurry, Lin Yuqing, who stayed with the young master for a while, at least knew that the young master's arrangement always had a reason.

"Also, let Jialiang come in. I still have a few words to say to him!"

When Lin Yuqing was about to go out, Chen Moran ordered that he had no choice but to let Jialiang kill people. If you don't let him kill, do you have to let yourself do it?

Fortunately, he has killed people! When Zhu Jialiang entered the house, looking at the calmness on his face, Chen Moran nodded with satisfaction, and the third master picked up a treasure for himself.

"Jiliang, are you afraid?"

Zhu Jialiang shook his head and then looked at the young master.

"Young master, my life was saved by you and the third master. Not to mention killing, even if the young master wants my life, I'm not afraid, let alone the life of others!"

This answer made Chen Moran very satisfied and raised his eyes slightly.

"Jiliang, young master, I will never treat you badly!"

More than ten minutes later, when Zhu Jialiang came out, he looked at the note and frowned again. Why did he have to kill him?

Just because of silver?

Not necessarily!

But what on earth is that for? The pen turned between his fingers. For a moment, even Chen Moran couldn't figure out why he wanted to kill, and in order to kill this person, he even planned it carefully. Even in the process, there was a faint excitement, the kind of excitement generated after mastering the power of life and death of others.

Rejection?

No! It should be said to be enjoyable!

Is it to enjoy the violent pleasure of killing? No! Chen Moran got an answer in his heart, which was to enjoy the pleasure of holding power! This seems to be an unprecedented pleasure!

With the corners of his lips raised, Chen Moran spit out a word that he had never thought of.

"Actually, this feeling is also good!"

At the same time, another philosophical motto came to my mind.

"Death is the simplest and most effective way to solve all problems."

When he thought of this philosophical motto, Chen Moran's expression tended to be cold, and his smile disappeared, leaving only a little serious expression. He elbowed on the table, ten fingers touched each other, and his index finger tapted, as if he was considering the inner meaning of this philosophical motto.

Sometimes, this is indeed the easiest way to solve the problem!

The roar of machines in the iron shop factory spread to the street, which always caused passers-by to frown, and the sound of machines cutting steel and car iron was very harsh.

In the roar of the lathe, the braided plate lying in front of the machine tool was tied to the top of the head for the lathe. The lathe slowly stopped. After the "copper bowl" on the Panasonic clip, Zhou Qingquan, who was sweating slightly, held down the glasses frame, carefully measured it with a cursor caliper, and then carefully checked the drawings next to the lathe. .

In the past two years, Zhou Qingquan has been dumped to his apprentices, but today, he unexpectedly started the machine tool himself, and he really can't let go of those apprentices.

The business he picked up in the morning was extraordinary. After seeing the drawing, he felt that it was not simple. Although he entered the manufacturing bureau at the age of 9 and left the iron factory at the age of 49, it was the first time he had seen such a fine drawing. In the past, it was not as good as those foreign technicians in the past. At this time, This one.

The object in this drawing is something he has never seen before. The steel thin-walled tube is covered with four circles of special brass bowls, and the middle is lined with a steel pipe with four rows of spin eyes. How to look at it, it is strange.

The reason for taking over the business of this unit is that in addition to being curious about the drawing, there are just a few exhaust cylinders in the shop, which are similar in size to the thin steel cylinder on the drawing.

"Other shops, I'm afraid I don't have this steel barrel!"

He put the last brass bowl into the steel tube. Zhou Qingquan said to himself. After a while, a thick black steel tube nearly a foot long and an inch appeared in Zhou Qingquan's hand.

Looking carefully at the steel barrel in his hand, Zhou Qingquan turned the next bolt with his hand, which should be the interface.

Where is the

interface connected?

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingquan looked at the remaining steel pipe on the side, which was a quick-profit gun waste barrel made by the manufacturing bureau. If there was no waste barrel, Zhou Qingquan was afraid that he would not dare to take this order of 100 yuan of foreign business.

"Do you..."

Suddenly, Zhou Qingquan felt that this should be an object screwed on the barrel, but there was something unclear.

"Who has nothing to do with this thing on the gun, really!"

It weighs more than a catty, and it is also a steel pipe, copper bowl, copper wire, and rubber. Unless you have nothing to do, you will twist this thing to the gun.

"Master, the man is here to pick up the goods!"

When Zhou Qingquan was puzzled, a clerk came over. Like his master, the braids were tied to the top of his head with ropes. People who worked by the machine were like this, so that the braids were pulled by the machine, and finally pulled off his scalp. In the first few years, the man-eating machine did a lot of things.

Public Concession, Fuzhou Road, King's Hotel,

Sitting in the room and looking at the money in the box, Jeff Reese felt that his heartbeat was still difficult to accelerate. After withdrawing $52,000 in cash from the auction house in the afternoon, Jeff felt like a dream.

As a British army captain, Jeff never thought that he could have a huge sum of $50,000.

"Mixier!"

After placing eleven stacks of banknotes in **, Jie Fei remembered his lover in his British hometown. With this money, he could become a rich man. Will Michelle's family look down on him at that time?

"After returning to England, those pieces of porcelain may be sold for 20,000 pounds!"

Picking up one of the stacks of banknotes, Jeff thought of the more than a dozen stolen porcelain deposited in Tianjin. Before he came to Shanghai, he didn't expect that hundreds of books could be sold at a high price of 50,000 US dollars.

I knew it earlier...

Thinking of those burned books, Jeff only felt a burst of pain, burning all the money!

Everyone can dream of getting rich. He arrived in the capital a few months later than others. At the beginning, he even thought he had missed the opportunity to get rich, but he didn't expect those broken books to be so valuable. It seems that other people also have some books in their hands. At that time, you can buy them from them and get them to Shanghai. No! It should be taken back to London, where people may be able to pay a higher price.

"Go back to Yanjing and see if you can do something else!"

Jeff couldn't help but have some expectations for returning to the capital, and his eyes were full of greedy desires.

Why don't you have two drinks and find a girl to celebrate?

I just had this idea in my heart. When I saw the money of **, Jeff definitely gave up the idea. It's not time to celebrate.