Wang Haifeng yawned and drove into Feng Jun's villa. Today he came a little early to replace Xu Leigang who was on night duty.
Since he started practicing, he has spent most of his time in Peach Blossom Valley, and the rest of his time at Hongjie Club.
His wife had some objections to this. After coming to Peach Blossom Valley to deliver lunch twice, she felt a little better knowing that her husband had not lied to her. However, even so, she would urge her husband to go home and pay the public food.
Last night, Mrs. Wang summoned her husband back again. In order not to be laughed at by Xu Leigang, Wang Haifeng decided to come over earlier.
He just got out of the car and happened to see Feng Jun walking out of the villa. He rubbed his eyes: How do I feel? Is there something wrong?
Feng Jun glanced at him, moved his mouth, and finally said, "Control it a little, you are still laying the foundation If you don't exercise restraint, it will affect your entry."
Wang Haifeng had a rare blush on his face. He considered himself still young and didn't want others to tell him he was incompetent. He could only explain with a wry smile, "The people in my family don't trust people so much. They say they want to squeeze me dry Well, there is a difference between people." What about the basic trust between us?¡±
Feng Jun nodded slightly, "The harmony of yin and yang is a good thing, but too much is not enough Let me use the car key."
Seeing the other party drive away his Q7, Wang Haifeng was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh hard, "I said something is wrongdoes this hair grow too fast?"
"Do you only feel the hair?" Xu Leigang also walked out of the villa. He spoke thoughtfully, "Master walks without making any sound Most likely, his cultivation has improved greatly."
"Really?" Wang Haifeng frowned and thought about it, nodded slightly, and then said angrily, "It seems that I have to tell my wifeit won't affect my cultivation."
Feng Jun drove the Q7 and repeated the first thing he did every time he returned - find a barber shop to get a haircut.
There is a barber shop at the door of the community where he lives, but he will never choose this place.
He has to get a haircut every ten or eight days, and the key is that his hair is still very long each time - how could he do this at home?
In fact, he just called Wang Haifeng to stop him because he wanted to arrange something for him. As a master, it is only natural for his disciples to obey him when something happens.
But then he thought, for the sake of safety, it would be better not to let Wang Haifeng and others know too many secrets.
Don¡¯t reveal yourself completely to anyone! This helps him keep the biggest secret in his heart.
As for Wang Haifeng¡¯s loss of yang energy, it was not particularly serious, that¡¯s what he said.
After getting his hair cut, Feng Jun went to the auto parts store and placed an order directly with the boss who modified the cars. He also ordered twenty more modified agricultural vehicles, ten all-terrain vehicles, and ten modified motorcycles.
For the store owner, the amount of this transaction is not small, so even though the other party is an old customer, he still requires an advance payment of 500,000 yuan.
To Feng Jun, this little money was nothing. Next, he went to order generators, walkie-talkies, lamps, etc.
After finishing these tasks, he bought two more laptops, sat in the car, and started searching for relevant news through the mobile hotspot.
What he is looking for is a car that can be powered by wood. According to his father Feng Wenhui, in the 1950s, some buses were wood-fired and had a big steam drum on the roof.
In Feng Jun¡¯s opinion, if firewood can be used to power cars, it can also be used to power generators.
However, after searching on the Internet, he found a more useful artifact: the pot camel machine!
As the name suggests, this thing is a machine with a boiler. When the boiler is burned, it can be used as the power of a generator.
As a liberal arts monk, Feng Jun doesn¡¯t understand this thing. He just knows that this thing has become extinct. If you want to get this kind of thing, you must make it custom-made.
However, although he was a liberal arts monk, he had classmates who were engineering monks. He took out his mobile phone and searched in the address book for a long time, and finally found a name: Mou Miao.
Mou Miao was his classmate in the first year of high school. He was kind-hearted and not very sociable. He liked tinkering with mechanical model circuit boards and the like when he had nothing to do. He was a bit of a technical geek, so he had a good relationship with him.
He later got admitted to a 211 university. After graduation, he went to Yongyang and worked in a joint venture. He seemed to be doing well.
Feng Jun has always kept his phone number, but the two only met once during the Spring Festival of the first year after graduation, and then Feng? There is no intersection between the Wu family and his circle of friends, so there is no possibility of the information being leaked.
"Then okay, I'll buy a plane ticket now," Mou Miao replied hesitantly, but just as he hung up the phone, he muttered softly, "You can definitely make money by yourself, a liberal arts monk What's wrong?"
That¡¯s what he said, but he arrived very quickly. At around 7 o¡¯clock that night, he arrived in Zhengyang by plane.
Feng Jun was already waiting at the exit. When he saw Mou Miao's tall and thin figure appeared, he waved his hand quickly, "Lao Mou, where is this Huh?"
He suddenly discovered that Lao Mou was dragging a suitcase with one hand, and a petite beauty was following him on the other side.
?? Lao Mou is about 1.82 meters tall, and the beauty is only about 1.55 meters tall. The height difference between the two is very obvious.
Hearing the sound, Mou Miao turned her head and looked over, frowning slightly, "Are you Damn it, Old Feng, have you grown so tall?"
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