Gu Xuemei said, "Anyway, I can't help you. I... I'm going home."
Seeing that Gu Xuemei was unhappy, Yang Shiqi could only coax her, saying, "Okay, let's go home. This Luo family is so noisy; we're never coming here again."
When Zhao Qiang saw Luo Wei again, she and her father came down to toast on behalf of their grandfather. Although they had just gone through a fight between the brothers, Luo Wanfeng still had a professional smile on his face. Chen Lin had also put on makeup again. Only Luo Wei looked unhappy, and it was clear that she really hated the Luo family.
Zhao Qiang seized the opportunity to comfort Luo Wei, saying, "Don't be upset, it's nothing serious. If your bastard second uncle dares to cause trouble again, just keep beating him up."
Luo Wei chuckled: "You called my second uncle a bastard, it wouldn't be good if my dad heard that."
Zhao Qiang blushed. Wasn't that insulting Luo Wanfeng's own mother? Luo Wanfeng could indeed fight him to the death. "It was just a casual remark. Your dad won't take it seriously."
Luo Wei said, "No, I don't think you were just saying that casually. I've kept your words in mind. If my second uncle and aunt bully me again, you have to protect me."
Luo Wei's voice carried a coquettish tone. This was different from her usual self, and Zhao Qiang felt a chill run down his spine. Try having a beautiful woman act coquettishly towards you and see if it makes you feel that way.
Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth and stamped his foot: "No problem!"
Luo Wei changed her tone, "But you also need to be careful. I'm afraid my second uncle and the others will retaliate against you. This time, you've really been dragged into this mess."
Zhao Qiang smiled and said, "It's nothing. Just be careful. You should keep the bodyguards that Yang Shiqi assigned to you with you these next few days. Don't be careless."
Luo Wei nodded: "I understand. Please help yourself to food and drinks. I'm going to go to another table with my parents."
Why bother eating and drinking? This kind of social occasion is not what Zhao Qiang likes at all, so Zhao Qiang secretly left the table and waited for a taxi with Wang Meng at the door. However, instead of a taxi, they were met with Luo Wanjiang's revenge.
Luo Wanjiang suffered such a huge loss and lost so much face. If he didn't retaliate, he wouldn't be Luo. However, there were too many guests in the villa, and many of them were prominent figures. So he couldn't just lead his men in and rush in again. Even if others didn't say anything, Police Chief Chen Weiguo would object. No matter how big the Li family's business was, they couldn't force the government to do something like that.
It seemed the men carrying sticks were getting closer. Wang Meng asked Zhao Qiang, "They have quite a few men. What do we do?"
Because Luo Wanjiang's men had blocked all the intersections, taxis couldn't get in at all. Waiting here any longer wouldn't work, Zhao Qiang frowned. If it were only a dozen or so people, he and Wang Meng could definitely handle them, but now there were dozens. If they fought, they would definitely be at a disadvantage. Clubs don't discriminate; a blow to the body wouldn't matter, but a blow to the head would be disastrous. Zhao Qiang said, "If we can't beat them, running away is the best strategy. Let's scare them a little, but let's not kill anyone."
Wang Meng pulled out a handful of black marbles, his eyes gleaming with coldness. Zhao Qiang, on the other hand, took out dozens of steel nails from his pocket. He had kept these on him specifically for emergencies. Each nail was about the length of an index finger. Zhao Qiang used a biochip to program and control an energy cluster. The energy cluster, carrying the steel nails, spun rapidly and was flung out, its power no less than that of a bullet.
"Go!" Seeing Luo Wanjiang's men getting closer, Zhao Qiang shouted to Wang Meng. The two of them leaped from the ground, stepping on the roadside trees and soaring forward like birds. This kind of lightness skill can only be found in martial arts novels! The powerful explosive force came from the jumping shoes. As Zhao Qiang continued to improve them, their functions became more and more perfect, and the power they generated became greater and greater. Flying over walls and rooftops was not a myth at all. Of course, the person wearing these shoes must have received special training, otherwise they would end up crashing into a wall like Yang Shiqi.
Luo Wanjiang's men were completely unprepared for this scene; the enemy suddenly "took flight"! They were caught off guard and had no way to stop them! If they had guns, they could have fired at the two flying overhead, but they didn't have any, and even if they did, they wouldn't dare bring them. The police chief was in the villa's lobby, and private possession of firearms was a criminal offense! If Zhang Weiguo saw them, it would be extremely bad; it might even pave the way for his promotion.
Volume 2 [241] High-Powered Pistol
This person watched like he was watching a movie, letting Zhao Qiang and Che Meng leap over his head with unrestrained abandon. Suddenly, the two who had just passed by launched an attack, raining down marbles and steel nails. If they couldn't hit them at such close range, it would be a waste of their months of training. So, cries of agony filled the air! Almost everyone suffered one or two injuries. The most serious injuries were from being hit by marbles and pierced by nails. Although none of them were fatal, in these peaceful times, even a small injury was enough to make them scream.
Luo Wanjiang and Luo Juanjuan watched from the car in the distance. Luo Wanjiang's mouth hadn't fully recovered from the kick Zhao Qiang had inflicted. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life, not even his muddle-headed father had ever beaten him like that. So, could Luo Wanjiang swallow this insult? Of course not! Thinking he had gathered enough men, Luo Wanjiang was confident of victory. He had even discussed with his second sister more than a dozen times how to humiliate Zhao Qiang and Wang Meng, determined to repay them a hundredfold for the suffering he had endured in the hall. But the situation suddenly changed. The two who had left early didn't take the proper route; instead, they leaped from the treetops like rabbits! If it were just a normal escape, it wouldn't be a big deal, but as they fled, they injured Luo Wanjiang's men, using bizarre methods—throwing steel nails with their hands and using slingshots.
This requires long-term training to achieve; these two are indeed formidable fighters! Luo Juanjuan asked fearfully, "Second Brother, should we still chase them? What if they nail us to death?"
Luo Wanjiang was also worried, but still stubbornly said, "It's not worth it for you and me to deal with them personally. It seems we have to let Liu Heping find someone to take action. If we don't kill them, where will we put our face in the future! How can we go all out to deal with Luo Wanfeng?" Luo Juanjuan said, "But brother-in-law's asking price is too high. Do you have any funds available?"
Luo Wanjiang chuckled, "If you don't have money, sell your assets. Didn't Luo Wanfeng want to take over the management of the Luo family? I'll make sure he has nothing to manage! He's far from being able to fight me!" Luo Juanjuan also laughed, "Okay, as long as you give me a share of the money from the sale, I promise I won't say a word." They successfully broke through the encirclement. Zhao Qiang and his companion hailed a taxi and returned to the repair factory. Liu Jia had already finished dealing with the car accident and the assassin incident and rushed back. Xu Xiaoya was reading in her office. Actually, her job was quite leisurely. She only needed to help Zhao Qiang control the overall situation, and she didn't need to worry about the details of the various factories.
"Zhao Qiang, are you alright? Is the Yuan blue and white porcelain jar safe now?"
Xu Xiaoya was very worried about Zhao Qiang after hearing Liu Jia's account of the dangers they encountered on the road.
Zhao Qiang plopped down in the sand.
He said, "The Yuan Qinghua chest is fine, but the Luo family is in trouble." Xu Xiaoya asked in confusion, "How is the Luo family in trouble?"
Zhao Qiang explained: "The eldest son has been favored by the old man and is now going to be promoted to general manager of Haifeng Group. It is estimated that the next step will be to join the board of directors, and in the future, he may become something like an O or chairman. Do you think the other children of the Luo family can let him have that?"
Xu Xiaoya said, "They definitely won't allow it, but if it's the old man's word, there's nothing they can do." Zhao Qiang said, "Who said there's nothing they can do? It's just that the Luo family put on a fight scene at the old man's birthday banquet at noon." "Ah!" Xu Xiaoya said, "You weren't involved, were you?"
Xu Xiaoya really knows Zhao Qiang.
Zhao Qiang said, "I really don't want to get involved."
But Junior Sister Wei and her mother were beaten badly. Didn't you say you wanted me to take care of her? So I took action. When I came back just now, I was surrounded by Luo Wanjiang and barely managed to escape. Xu Xiaoya chuckled: "Is Wei extremely grateful to you? Hehe, you've made another enemy."
Zhao Qiang said, "Yes, there are more and more enemies. I need to think about getting some decent weapons. You continue reading. I'm going back to the workshop. Don't bother me if you don't have anything to do." On the counter in the workshop were piles of raw materials. These weren't junk, but various high-quality materials that Zhao Qiang had bought. Whether it was steel, copper, gold, silver, aluminum, or lead, they were all of extremely high purity. He had a large supply of all kinds of metals that Zhao Qiang could use now and in the future. That's the advantage of being rich! You can buy any material.
"Wei, how's the programming for making the air compressor gun coming along?" Zhao Qiang asked Wei, who was sitting on the table.
Wei changed to a recliner this time. A cute girl was lying in the recliner, which looked quite funny. "Brother, it's finished. Also, there was a hacker attack on Rednet Technology's main server today, but I stopped it. I followed the traces and found that the signal came from North America."
Zhao Qiang sat down in his large executive chair with some worry, then lay down like Wei. In fact, Wei had learned many of his habits; the two were sometimes practically identical. "This situation isn't good. Even foreigners have noticed our presence."
Wei said, "They probably don't know about you and me. They're probably only interested in Rednet Technology's operating system and antivirus software right now."
Because our English trial version launched overseas has received more and more positive reviews, it's impossible for Microsoft and foreign antivirus companies not to react. They might be testing the strength of our company's servers. Zhao Qiang said, "Well, before we have more say, you should pay more attention to things on the network. I think we'll create an empty space in a bit."
Then find Yang Shiqi to give him a surprise, adding more dust to his rise.
As long as he gets better, we're fine.
Wei giggled: "No problem. Neither Yang Shiqi nor Hu Qian has the ability to be a dictator. As long as brother controls the technology and 'material purification,' they'll have to listen to him forever, for life."
This is also why Zhao Qiang trusts Yang Shiqi, unless he wants to ruin his future and the fate of his family.
"Make a list of the materials needed to make the air gun, and I'll go to the warehouse to get them right away."
Wei immediately displayed a text on the screen, listing the required materials. The first item was a large quantity of "materials." In the past, Zhao Qiang would not have dared to manufacture this stuff, but now he had an abundance of "materials." Each time he purified something, he and Yang Shiqi split the profits equally, and they reaped a great harvest. It would be a waste not to manufacture anything. In addition, they also needed materials such as steel, copper, iron, and plastic.
This air compressor gun is actually a type of air gun. Many people have played with air guns used for shooting birds. It uses lead bullets. First, you manually pressurize the air gun, then insert the lead bullet, which is shaped like a flower, into the chamber. Close the sealed chamber, pull the trigger to release the compressed air and push the bullet out of the chamber. It was a really useful tool for shooting birds, but its sale has long been banned by the government.
The gun Zhao Qiang was going to build wasn't large, only slightly larger than a police pistol. It had an egg-shaped barrel, no magazine, and a flared muzzle. The egg-shaped barrel was actually a compression chamber made of a mixture of a certain material and a steel alloy. It used a high-efficiency energy cell to compress air, compressing a large amount of air into the chamber in three seconds. Then, pulling the trigger released the compressed air, creating an explosive wave within a few meters. If it encountered an obstacle, it would detonate prematurely. In terms of its maximum design effect, this gun should be called a cannon, as its destructive power was equivalent to a shell from a Chinese main battle tank. Of course, Zhao Qiang wouldn't use such power against scoundrels; that would just blast them into nothingness. Therefore, the gun had three settings: high was the maximum power of the compressed gun, guaranteed to blast a person to smithereens; medium was just a regular lethal weapon; and low was just for deterrence, not to cause fatal damage.
The principle that high-intensity compressed air release can generate powerful kinetic energy is something everyone knows. However, not everyone can create a chamber that can withstand high pressure and has sufficient compression power. Nowadays, thanks to the help of…
Zhao Qiang can achieve the combination of the solidity of the material and the powerful energy of the battery.
It was precisely because the gun's principle was not complicated that Zhao Qiang chose it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to go through so much trouble. Once he showed the gun to Yang Shiqi, he would inevitably have to mass-produce it, which would cause trouble for Zhao Qiang himself. The manufacturing process of this gun was simple, and the Mi factory's production line could be modified with only slight modifications. Of course, the necessary materials would have to be provided by Zhao Qiang, which was the most fundamental point. In addition, the battery used in the gun that Zhao Qiang was going to manufacture was different from the battery used in the guns planned to be produced at the Zhao Jun factory. Zhao Qiang's gun used a high-energy battery that he personally crafted, but the battery used in the guns produced by the Zhao Jun factory could only be a low-energy battery, with the highest power equivalent to a hand grenade.
Zhao Qiang retrieved various materials as needed and piled them up on the workbench. This was the material to make two weapons. One was naturally to be given to Yang Shiqi. There hadn't been any recent technological progress, and Zhao Qiang knew that Yang Shiqi was impatient.
In a little while, Zhao Qiang will work with Wei on the manufacturing process. He will make the one that Wei made for him, and then give it to Yang Shiqi as a sample.
Aside from the somewhat complex compression chamber and venting system, the compression gun is otherwise quite simple, so it only took an hour to complete, which is much easier than upgrading running shoes and using a crazy screwdriver.
Zhao Qiang touched his thinner waist, picked up the phone on the table and called Yang Shiqi. Yang Shiqi's voice was lazy: "Young Master Zhao, what do you want? You've been forced to your death by the second young master of the Luo family, haven't you?"
Zhao Qiang cursed, "Get out of my way. I have something here. Come over and take a look. I mean, you weren't sleeping with my junior sister Gu, were you?" Zhao Qiang asked casually.
Yang Shiqi exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you're amazing! You even know about this? Why don't you come along?" Zhao Qiang hung up the phone immediately. "That bastard Yang Shiqi, is she planning to play some kind of trick? What's going on in the head of rich and powerful people like her?"
That's utterly despicable! (Thanks to Master Huoyun, Rushunzi, and Jianke for their Jianghu monthly tickets! Bonus chapter.)
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(Thanks to the various people in the Jianghu, Jianke.)
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Volume 2 [242] Test Shooting Results
An hour later, Yang Shiqi knocked on Zhao Qiang's door. Although Zhao Qiang hadn't locked the door, it was still there.
If you don't give prior notice, you'll definitely get yelled at; this is a sensitive work area! Even Xu Xiaoya has to knock on the door first to let them in.
Zhao Qiang grabbed two flared pistols from the table, put them in his pocket, closed the laptop screen, and left the workroom. Yang Shiqi, looking languid, greeted him, "Young Master Zhao."
What is that?
Zhao Qiang said, "Let's talk about it at the military shooting range." Yang Shiqi immediately perked up: "What secret weapon did you create?" Zhao Qiang said, "Something like that. Let's go test its effects." Yang Shiqi was so excited she didn't know what to say. "Oh dear, if I had known you would fall for it so easily, I would have almost knelt down and begged you. I even slept with you for nothing." Zhao Qiang was sweating profusely, thinking to himself, "You slept with my teacher's daughter and you think you've lost out? That's a young girl! Oh, no, not a young girl."
At least their physical attributes are already formed, and they seem to be even more exaggerated than the average girl.
If the teacher hadn't always tacitly approved of you, I would have given you a good beating first.
At the shooting range in the military camp, Zhao Qiang pulled a compressed-barrel gun from his pocket and tossed it to Yang Shiqi, saying, "The recoil is quite strong. You'd better find a skilled shooter to test it on, otherwise don't blame me if your arm gets broken from the recoil." Yang Shiqi examined the ugly, bell-shaped gun. There was a bulge in the middle of the barrel, like a trumpet flower growing on a goose egg. Aside from its general shape resembling a gun and having a trigger, Yang Shiqi wasn't sure if it was a gun. "What is this thing? You're not telling me it can breathe fire and burn this military camp down, are you?"
Aside from the belief that the gun could spew fire and cause significant damage, Yang Shiqi didn't think it had much power. If you wanted to start a fire, a match would suffice; why bother making a gun? So Yang Shiqi was puzzled.
Zhao Qiang didn't explain to Yang Shiqi. He raised his hand and fired a shot at the target. The target was already compressed with air, so he could fire directly. The target was made of wood and didn't offer much resistance. Zhao Qiang's real target was the wall behind the target.
Boom! Yang Shiqi didn't see any bullets fired from the muzzle. She only felt her body sway as Zhao Qiang pulled the trigger, as if a huge pulling force was dragging her forward. The surrounding debris was violently swept up and shot forward. Then she heard the loud bang, and the wall behind the target was completely destroyed! Zhao Qiang shook his arm, which was almost numb from the shock. It was true that this thing was powerful, but the recoil was also a problem. Wei had taken this into account when designing it, and this was the result of trying her best to avoid it. Otherwise, even a well-trained soldier would not be able to use this gun.
Yang Shiqi's mouth dropped open. "Holy crap, Lao Zhao, what kind of nonsense is this?!"
Zhao Qiang said, "A compression gun, or more accurately, a compressed air gun, doesn't need bullets. As long as there's air and the battery has power, it can fire without restriction." At this moment, Zhao Qiang released the trigger, and then a whooshing sound rang out. A large amount of air rushed in from the air filter under the pistol grip. After three seconds, the compression was completed, and the gun could be fired again. If you don't want to fire, you can put on the safety and hide it close to your body.
The experiment was a success.
Major Wang.
Yang Shiqi called out, and Major Wang appeared in response. Yang Shiqi threw the gun in her hand to him and said, "Have someone drive a Chiang Kai-shek car in as a target before you test fire. When you shoot, pay attention to the recoil of this gun and don't hurt yourself." Major Wang saluted and said, "Yes, sir."
Before long, an off-road vehicle was driven into the shooting range and parked behind the wall where the target used to be. Of course, now only the base of the wall remained; the bricks and stones had long been blasted into dust and scattered across half of the shooting range.
Boom! Another deafening roar echoed as the SUV, parked over thirty meters away, was suddenly struck as if by a heavy hammer. The entire vehicle quickly slumped downwards, and the fuel tank ruptured instantly, leaking oil and igniting. Under high pressure, the fire exploded with tremendous force! Major Wang, like Zhao Qiang, shook his numb arm. This gun was incredibly powerful with high recoil. If he hadn't been given prior instructions, he might have been thrown off balance due to carelessness. But seeing the destructive power of a single shot, Major Wang was extremely excited. He thought Yang Shiqi's plan had succeeded, which was why Zhao Qiang had quickly made him a powerful gun.
As soon as he released the trigger, Major Wang was startled by the whooshing sound of the air intake. However, he was a trained expert and was not too panicked. After three seconds, the air intake was completed and everything calmed down. Major Wang solemnly handed the gun back to Yang Shiqi and did not comment on the outcome of the battle.
Yang Shiqi tucked the gun into her bosom. "This one is mine now. Give me this one too, and I'll give it to my grandfather later." Although Zhao Qiang was a little reluctant, he wouldn't give up on pestering him if he didn't give it to Yang Shiqi. So he could only throw the gun to Yang Shiqi and make another one later. This thing is a bit useless, though.
Aside from the material cost, there isn't much of a cost. If you factor in the wasted energy, it is indeed a bit expensive, but you can make up for it by eating more meat and fish later.
"Tell me your conditions."
Yang Shiqi fumbled for the gun Zhao Qiang had thrown to her.
Jue Zhao Qiang's weapon seemed to be more finely crafted, so she said to Zhao Qiang, "I don't have any conditions. I haven't made any research results recently, so I should at least show you some decent products." Yang Shiqi giggled: "Are you short of money? I can't decide on more than that, but 500 million is fine. Consider it your research funding, and it doesn't have to go into Xu Xiaoya's account. I'll open a separate account for you as your private money, but I need to know about it first."
"Can we mass-produce them? Otherwise, it's useless if I give them to my grandfather, and I'll just get scolded for misusing research funds." Zhao Qiang asked, "How much production do you want?" Yang Shiqi thought for a moment and said, "How about a thousand branches a month?" "That's too high," Zhao Qiang replied directly. "The manufacturing of this also requires..."
"You have such a large supply of materials? Even if you had that much, I couldn't refine it. So, at most, I could produce fifty per month. You could set up a production line at the Zhao Army factory, or I could manufacture them by hand. Also, I need to remind you of something: this is the destructive power generated by the energy supplied by a Class A battery. If it were a Class B battery, you know it should be reduced by a few percent, right?"
Yang Shiqi frowned deeply, "I said, can't you just create something that doesn't need to be used?"
"Material things?" Not only will the actual power of this gun be greatly reduced after mass production, but more importantly, its production will be limited by Zhao Qiang! No wonder Yang Shiqi is not happy.
Zhao Qiang shook his head: "Not yet."
Because the maximum potential of the materials around us has been almost fully exploited, how can I use them to create new things? Therefore, new materials are needed to create new products. Yang Shiqi removed the battery from the pistol. She was unwilling to reduce the gun's power like this. At this moment, Major Wang whispered in Yang Shiqi's ear, "Young Master Yang, we can connect dozens of high-energy batteries together. This way, the power will not change. We just need to have the user carry a battery pack." Yang Shiqi smiled and said, "Not bad, that's a good idea!" Zhao Qiang naturally heard this as well. The wisdom of the people is truly boundless. However, thinking about carrying such a not-so-cool gun, but having to carry dozens of heavy and cool batteries on his back, Zhao Qiang's forehead began to sweat again. What kind of design is this?
With a wave of her hand, Major Wang and the others withdrew.
Yang Shiqi, without any hesitation, put her arm around Zhao Qiang's shoulder, and the two strolled intimately around the shooting range. Yang Shiqi said, "Old Zhao, tell me the truth, when was this gun made?" Zhao Qiang replied, "After we came back from lunch..." Yang Shiqi looked like she suddenly realized something: "I knew it! Tell me honestly, were you sitting next to your junior sister Gu and getting aroused by her? She's a real loli. Let me tell you, her breasts are no worse than Hu Qian's. Besides, what age is Hu Qian? Your junior sister Gu is so young, so bouncy, and has freckles..." Zhao Qiang shoved Yang Shiqi away: "Stop! If you keep talking, believe me, I'll beat you up!"
Seeing that Zhao Qiang was really angry, Yang Shiqi had no choice but to shut up. Zhao Qiang said, "I'm asking you, what exactly are you planning? Are you going to pimp us out? Do you really like my Senior Sister Ran or are you just pretending?" Zhao Qiang liked to call Gu Xuemei Senior Sister, but Yang Shiqi thought it would be better to call Gu Xuemei Junior Sister because of her age.
Yang Shiqi said, "I really like her, but you don't understand. Our liking is two different things." Zhao Qiang interrupted Yang Shiqi and said, "What nonsense about two different things? Did you just crawl out of her bed?" Yang Shiqi said, "Yes, she's in my room. She's probably still sleeping right now."