Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

It was 1:50 a.m.

Wang Feng opened his eyes, removed Qin Jingru's long, snow-white legs from his body, and shook his head speechlessly.

Qin Jingru and Lou Xiao'e are great in every way, except they are too restless when they sleep. They always like to put their legs on his legs. Even if he takes their legs off, they will put them back on after they fall asleep.

He tiptoed out of bed, went to the living room, put on his night clothes and hood, opened the door and went out.

After climbing over the courtyard wall and taking out his bicycle, Wang Feng rode it towards an abandoned courtyard in Mao'er Hutong.

During the day, he made a secret signal in the big poplar tree to arrange a meeting with ten black market bosses and five leaders of money-for-service gangs, setting the time at 2 a.m.

Mao'er Hutong is very close to No. 95 Nanluoguxiang Courtyard. In less than five minutes, Wang Feng arrived at the agreed-upon abandoned courtyard.

Wang Feng put the bicycle into his spatial storage and used his spiritual sense to probe the abandoned courtyard. Seeing that the fifteen people had arrived, he stepped inside.

A few clouds overhead.

"The journey begins with each step."

As soon as Wang Feng entered the abandoned courtyard, he used the same secret code as before.

These are all basic operations, and Wang Feng can understand them. After all, what they do is mostly illegal, and if they weren't careful, they would have been in jail long ago.

Wang Feng approached the group and, without further ado, got straight to the point:

"Gentlemen, so much time has passed, and there is still no news of Chairman Chen. It is estimated that Chairman Chen is no longer in Beijing. We have decided to cancel the search for Chairman Chen starting today."

"In addition, although we have canceled the task of finding Chairman Chen, the reward will remain the same. As long as you find Chairman Chen, we are willing to double the reward. Whoever finds Chairman Chen will be rewarded with 20 large yellow croakers."

Upon hearing this, no one said anything more. They knew that they couldn't keep searching like this indefinitely, since they hadn't found the person for so long.

After all, it costs more than two thousand a day. Even Lou Bancheng, who is known as the biggest capitalist in Beijing, would feel the pinch.

They understood what was said earlier. Giving up the search but still offering a reward for Chairman Chen's whereabouts means they won't pay any fees from now on. It's their business to search, but if they find him, will they come and collect the reward?

"Gentlemen, our cooperation here ends here. We'll cooperate again when the opportunity arises in the future."

After saying that, Wang Feng left without caring what the others thought.

"Take care, Sixth Brother."

After leaving the abandoned compound, Wang Feng did not return to Compound No. 95 immediately, but instead went to another abandoned compound.

After confirming that no one was following him, he went to a secluded corner of the abandoned compound and entered the space.

Upon arriving at the living area of ​​the space, he thought for a moment and realized that he might not have enough time, so he went to the planting area, where time flowed at ten times the normal speed.

After taking out the furnace he had collected from the scrap yard from the space warehouse, Wang Feng carefully inspected it and felt there was nothing wrong with it.

With a thought, a simple platform appeared out of thin air in the space. The furnace was placed on it, and a fire was started.

Yesterday he collected about two tons of scrap iron from the scrap yard, and also prepared more than two tons of coal, which should be enough.

The furnace quickly turned red-hot. Wang Feng waved his hand, and more than two tons of scrap iron appeared in front of him. He put the scrap iron in one by one, and under his mental control, the fire flared up.

This furnace is just a large civilian furnace, probably discarded during last year's Great Leap Forward steelmaking campaign. Each furnace can melt about 100 kilograms of molten iron.

Normally it would take 3 to 4 hours to melt the scrap iron, but under Wang Feng's mental control, the fire flared up as if countless blowers had been installed, and the entire batch of scrap iron melted in just one hour.

This is much faster, but it uses a lot of coal. The previous batch of molten iron was about 100 jin (50 kg), but because of his operation, it used a full 400 jin (200 kg) of coal. Even if the furnace heating step is omitted for the next batch, it will probably still need 300 jin (150 kg) of coal to smelt 100 jin (50 kg) of iron.

It seems we'll need to buy more coal to smelt all this iron.

Wang Feng temporarily stored the molten iron in the space warehouse and continued to add scrap iron to the furnace.

He repeated this process about ten times, smelting 2000 jin of scrap iron to obtain 1500 jin of molten iron. By then, the coal had been used up.

The first step was finally completed. Wang Feng thought to himself, the first thing to do is to make a shield, preferably a shield that can defend on three sides.

Because his space can store objects out of thin air, it's like having an indestructible shield. No matter what weapon comes at him, he can directly store it in his space warehouse and release it to use as his own weapon to strike the enemy. As long as the other three sides of the defense are in place, the only way to attack him is from underground or from the sky.

With this in mind, he already had a suitable shield model in his mind.

With a thought, he released 500 jin of molten iron from his spatial storage. Under his mental control, the molten iron quickly transformed into a shield that was 1.8 meters high, 80 centimeters wide, and 10 centimeters thick.

Two 60-centimeter-long side shields were also generated on both sides of the shield, and a handle was made in the center of the shield. The shape is like the Chinese character for "mountain" written upside down.

After the shield cooled down, Wang Feng held it in his hand and nodded in satisfaction. As long as he hid inside the shield and opened the spatial entrance to defend the other side, he wouldn't be afraid of bullets coming from all directions.

However, this thing is just made of ordinary iron. If it gets hit by too many bullets, it probably won't be able to defend for long before it falls apart.

It seems I'll need to find someone to make some good shields for this trip to Hong Kong Island.

Wang Feng picked up the shield and ran wildly through the space, testing out the feeling of charging.

The shield weighs a full 500 pounds, which isn't heavy for him, but if he were to charge with such a heavy shield for a long time, he estimated that with his current stamina, he could only last for two hours at most.

Two hours is enough. In two hours, he can kill at least several thousand people. Moreover, he has the Water of Life to restore himself, so he is not afraid of fighting for a long time.

With a thousand catties of molten iron left, Wang Feng made two more identical shields. As for using this molten iron to make cold weapons, he never even considered it. This stuff was just the lowest grade of iron; it would break after a couple of hits and was completely useless.

The reason he forged a shield was simply to test it out first, to see if the shield was heavy enough to fit his hand and be practical, so as not to waste time once he got to Hong Kong Island.

This kind of shield, ten centimeters thick and made of ordinary iron, can basically stop most bullets from firearms of that era. As for whether it can stop a more powerful sniper rifle, he couldn't be sure.

However, once he gets to Hong Kong Island, he can build a shield using the best materials available on the market, which will definitely be able to block it. Moreover, his movement speed is so fast, and he's not standing still to be sniped, so it won't be easy to aim at him.