Wangfujing Street, Peiping.

A three-story building that was originally inconspicuous suddenly became the focus of people's discussion. The reason is very simple. It was renovated and decorated like a married bride, and it was so red all over her body!

The red exterior walls, red doors, and even the window frames were painted red, and then two big red lanterns were hung.

"Well, it's not bad! This is the way I feel. I love Haitang Hong the most!" Yang Feng leaned on a civilized stick, licked the big back head like a dog, and knocked on the toad mirror in his eyes. He didn't know how he saw Haitang Hong.

Today is the day when Jinyuan Trading opens. In the glass windows facing the street, colorful down jackets, small and exquisite folding bicycles, various cute dolls, and the ancient Republican buildings around and spectators wearing bloated cotton jackets, Yang Feng actually gave him a dreamy sense of unreality.

"Damn it, it's like a dream!" The guy took off his glasses and said with emotion.

At 11.58 am, with the two red earth sounds of 200,000 yuan and the explosion of fireworks, Yang Feng smiled and began to stand in front of the door to greet the guests.

At the same time, in a black car not far away, Fat Ya showed a sinister smile.

"All ready?" she turned to ask the driver and bodyguard.

"Miss, don't worry, just wait and see the show." The bodyguard said.

Immediately afterwards, a group of ragged clothes and small **s in the air rushed out of the alley and walked towards Yang Feng in a swagger.

Before they could get in front of them, a Mercedes stopped in front, and a dressed heart helped her father out of the car.

"Nephew Yang, congratulations, congratulations!" Liu Haining said with a smile with a clasped his fist.

"Uncle Liu is happy, please come in and invite me!" After Yang Feng said that, the host next to him shouted at the top of his voice: "Mr. Liu Haining, Chairman of Peking Xinrong Flour Factory, Chairman of Haining Textile Factory, and Chairman of Tianjin Hengshun Printing Factory, wishes Jinyuan Trading Company a good start!"

As soon as he finished calling, Xin'er helped her father in. Before leaving, she lit up her small fist at Yang Feng, looking a little malicious.

The group of **s hesitated for a moment. As local snakes in Peking, they knew the identity of the Liu family very well.

"What are you afraid of? Let's help Miss Tang do business! No matter how powerful his surname is, he is just a businessman. Besides, they are just business dealings, not a close friend." The leader said gritted his teeth.

After saying that, several people looked at each other and decided to continue moving forward. As soon as they took two steps, another car stopped in front and then walked out of it a colonel in a blue and gray military uniform.

"Song Zheyuan, the commander of the 29th Army of the National Ge Army, wished Jinyuan Trade to start a good start." The celebrant's shouts shocked the people.

"Brother, retreat!" a little brother said tremblingly.

**The boss was also a little weak in his calves, but he looked at the colonel who was talking to Yang Feng with the gift, then looked back and looked away. Fat Ya was staring at him fiercely. He patted his thighs helplessly, looking like he was forced to eat a piece of feces.

"What are you afraid of? It's not the time when Feng Yuxiang is here. The Northwest Army has been driven to Chahar. What are we afraid of them doing!" The leader of ** said gritting his teeth. He regrets taking on this job now, but he has no choice but to bite the bullet and go on it. Otherwise, offending Fat Ya might be even more troublesome.

A group of people hesitated and began to move forward again. Just as they took two steps, with the harsh sound of brakes, another car stopped in front with extremely eye-catching star-striped flags on it.

"United States of America, stationed in China," then a long breathing sound was mixed.

"Mr. Jansen, the Minister of the United States of America to the Republic of China, wishes Jinyuan Trading a good start."

**The head and legs became weak and they sat directly on the ground.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" the younger brother next to him exclaimed.

"Let's go, go quickly, get out of here!" ** waved his hand at the top of his lungs.

Behind them, Fat Ya rolled down the car window in amazement and ran without any hesitation.

Not to mention her, Yang Feng was also shocked.

"Mr. Minister, welcome!" He said carefully in some strange English, and reached out his hand.

"Yang, do you know? Your medicine saved my life!" Jansen said with a smile.

"Ah, that's a great honor." Yang Fengxin said, it would be strange if you believe it! Maybe somewhere the inflammation was cured by the sulfonamide, and then using this as an excuse to plot against my sulfonamide.

This was long before he expected, but he did not expect that the Americans would directly dispatch such a great god, which shows their urgency.

But this guy has too high status and it is no longer suitable to be received by others. Yang Feng called Li Mingde out of the door, and he accompanied Jansen inside.

The exhibits inside were both folding bicycles and down jackets, which made Jensen amazed and hypocritical, because in fact, his wife had just bought a down jacket, and Yang Feng remembered it very clearly on the reservation record.

"Is this really made by your Chinese?" Old Shanghai also surprised him. It was a fully automatic piece. In order to advertise, Yang Feng specially built a counter. A piece of red velvet was placed in a gilded glass window of one square meter and a few small light bulbs were made inside. In the hazy halo, a Shanghai mechanical watch with a market price of 2,000 yuan exudes a kingly style.

"Mr. Minister, I assure you as a Chinese that it is definitely made by Chinese." Yang Feng said reservedly.

"Please forgive me, I have no intention of questioning the ability of your country's designers." Jensen might feel that he had reacted a little too much and hurriedly explained to Yang Feng.

At this time, Liu Haining came over.

"Mr. Minister, what a surprise you arrived." He met Jansen.

"Mr. Liu, I came to thank Mr. Yang in detail." Jansen said the foolish words again with a smile.

"Mr. Yang, it seems that you don't have the only one medicine here?" In the drug exhibition area, Jansen looked at the window strangely.

There are only two medicine bottles in this display window of several square meters. Under the light, they are alone on one side, with a bit of a momentum that cannot accommodate two tigers in one mountain.

A bottle of Jensen knew him because of the few white round pills scattered beside it, which made him recognize at a glance that it was sulfonamide.

But I have never seen the bottle on the other side. It is a sky blue diamond-shaped pill that emits an attractive luster in the light, and it seems that there are English letters engraved on it.

Jansen couldn't see clearly, so he lowered his head and moved closer.

An evil smile suddenly appeared on Yang Feng's face behind him. It was really evil, evil and vulgar, so that the heart not far away was shocked and stood there in a huge plush toy in his arms.

Because the English letter engraved on the pill is "Viagra".

Viagra.
Chapter completed!