For more than twenty days, Fang Zhengyi was very busy and built a hot air balloon with all his heart.
He is not good at inventing things, and Mr. Fang's dream is to become Edison of Dajing.
It won’t feel right if you do it yourself.
But the situation is stronger than people. If I don’t take action now, I will lose my life.
Fortunately, the progress was still encouraging. Thousands of craftsmen followed his command and were divided into dozens of groups to work day and night.
The first group failed, so after summarizing their experience, the second group came on immediately. If the third group didn’t work, the fourth group would come on.
It has the momentum of Ma Yilong's rocket explosion.
If you encounter any problems with the details, just throw them directly to the craftsmen.
At the same time, as foreign capitalists, it is natural to make the enemy employees feel the warmth of spring.
He asked Paba for a lot of funds with all kinds of excuses, and Paba gritted his teeth and squeezed the money for him.
As a result, the craftsmen's wages increased several times, and everyone gained weight.
We would have some bonfire parties for team building every few nights.
In less than a month, the craftsmen from the Jin Kingdom were all grateful when they saw Fang Zhengyi, with flattering and grateful smiles on their faces.
Then he nodded and said in a non-standard foreign language: "Hello, Mr. Fang."
Whenever this happened, Mr. Fang would force out his warmest smile and reply in unstandard Mandarin: "Don't work too hard, family members. If you are not satisfied with the food, please tell me and I will make changes!"
The treatment of the two guards who followed him was even higher, and Fang Zheng took time out to visit brothels throughout the night.
Arrangements had to be made for the two of them, but the guards politely declined.
Even so, the daily snacks, tips, and encouraging words warmed the hearts of the two guards.
Now his attitude towards Fang Zhengyi can be said to be quite gentle...he works even harder in translating.
On this day, Fang Zheng was patrolling the camp as usual, raising his hand from time to time to respond to the craftsmen who passed by and greeted him.
Yesterday’s experiment failed again. I am an amateur after all.
The principle of a hot air balloon sounds simple, but there are still many troubles in the details. In addition, Fang Zhengyi maliciously delayed the construction period, so it is still in an unfinished state.
Ten hot air balloons have been set up again in the center of the camp, ready to be ignited and take off.
Fang Zhengyi sat not far away, watching intently with a teacup in his hand.
The guard on the left was holding a teapot, and the guard on the right was holding a tray of snacks, also staring at the hot air balloon with interest.
Although this thing hasn't been successful yet, it has flown into the air several times, but its controllability is too poor and it leaks easily.
But it still looks interesting.
Seeing the top of the hot air balloon expanding continuously, Paba suddenly came rushing in with a large group of people.
He stood in front of Fang Zhengyi with a bad look on his face and said, "Brother Fang, you've had a good life. There should be a result today, right?"
Fang Zheng slowly handed the teacup to the guard beside him and said softly, "Master, why are you so anxious? You come to ask me about my progress every day, but am I not working hard too?"
"Look, the hot air balloon over there is rising again. At this rate... I don't think it will be finished in three days."
What! Only three days left to finish! ?
The guard beside Fang Zheng was startled and his hand trembled so much that his heart almost fell to the ground.
Then an inexplicable sense of loss surged into my heart, and I couldn't help but wipe the corners of my eyes.
Fang Zheng glanced at him and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The guard sniffed, took two deep breaths, and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay."
Papa looked at the guard suspiciously, then turned around and saw the hot air balloon taking off, and then his expression eased a little: "Three days, at most I'll give you three more days, otherwise I can't be sure what His Majesty's attitude will be."
"I say, Imperial Master, can you be nicer to me? You slandered me for my ugly handwriting before, but I still cooperated with you. Now you threaten me!" Fang Zheng raised his hand, stretched out three fingers and said, "Okay, just three days. I dare to issue a military order! After three days, you will bring His Majesty to inspect. If Imperial Master has nothing to do, go back and do your work. I still have to supervise and adjust the work. Don't delay the progress of the project."
"Okay, I hope you keep your word!"
Paba snorted lightly, turned around and left with his men.
Seeing that everyone had left, Fang Zhengyi continued to observe the hot air balloon. After waiting for a while, he saw that the hot air balloon that had risen to the middle of the sky slowly descended again.
He sighed and shook his head, then walked to the center of the camp, raised his hands and said, "Brothers, gather here. I have an announcement to make."
The guards translated loudly, and soon countless craftsmen gathered around Fang Zhengyi.
"Brothers, I have already issued a military order to the Imperial Master. The hot air balloon will be delivered on time within three days."
"I think this air leakage problem can be solved in less than three days. I hope everyone can speed up the process to avoid trouble when His Majesty comes in person."
"Ah..." There was a huge sound of loss from below.
Several of the craftsmen whispered to each other, looking anxious: "What should we do? There are only three days left to finish the work. I don't want to finish it."
"Who wants to finish the work... You don't do much work here and you get a lot of money."
"Oh, don't say anything. These twenty days have been good enough. I made more money than in the previous year. I'll sew two more rounds of leather in two days and finish the work quickly."
Seeing everyone below whispering and looking reluctant to leave, Fang Zhengyi couldn't help but be moved.
The craftsmen are so united, and he doesn't want to disband such a loving family.
But... things don't always go as planned, and this is the limit of what the public funds can be used for.
Fang Zhengyi clapped his hands vigorously twice, and the discussion among the crowd stopped immediately. He then said, "Everyone, although I am not from the same country as you, we are all made of flesh and blood."
"We are not from the same country, but we are always connected. After less than a month of sincere cooperation, you have taught me a lot and let me see what craftsmanship and perseverance mean."
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