Chapter 290 Artifacts and Old Friends

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... Give me the car key."

Seeing the other party driving away his Q7, Wang Haifeng was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh hard, "I said something is wrong...does this hair grow too fast?"

"Do you only feel the hair?" Xu Leigang also walked out of the villa. He spoke thoughtfully, "Master walks now 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 need to tell my wife...it won't affect my practice."

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 would never choose this place.

He had to get a haircut every ten to eight days, and the key was that his hair was still very long every time—how could he do such a thing 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 car. He also ordered twenty 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 amount of 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 was looking for was a car that could be powered by wood. According to his father Feng Wenhui, in the 1950s, some buses were wood-fired and had a big steam drum mounted on the roof.

And it is said... According to the Internet, the country run by Jin San is extremely short of energy due to sanctions, and there are still wood-burning cars.

In Feng Jun's opinion, if firewood can be used to power cars, it can also be used to power generators.

However, he searched online and 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 didn't understand this thing. He just knew that this thing was extinct and if he wanted to get it, he had to order it.

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 was later admitted to a 211 university, and after graduation he went to Yongyang and worked in a joint venture, and seemed to be doing well.

Feng Jun always kept his phone number, but the two only met once during the Spring Festival of the first year after graduation. After that, Feng became too shy to meet people, so they stopped communicating.

He thought for a while and dialed the phone.

Mou Miao answered the phone, her voice as gentle as ever, "Who are you? Please tell me something."

"Shui Da, I'm Feng Jun," Feng Jun called the other person by his nickname, "How are you doing recently?"

"It's you, the flower thief," Mou Miao laughed, and you could tell that he was also very happy. "In the summer, I called you, but your number was shut down."

"Oh, I changed my account," Feng Jun said lightly, "I am now developing in Zhengyang, but this account will not be used for a few days, I plan to get a better account."

He did have plans to change his phone number. This mobile phone number was obtained casually after he came to Zhengyang. Not many people knew about it, most of them were Hongjie's group. The most important thing is that the number he obtained casually was really It's so hard to remember.

Anyway, he has money now, and he plans to get a straight or bomb number, but he never gets around to it.

"Oh, then after you change your number, just call me again," Mou Miao said, as talkative as ever, "You are looking for me for something, right?"

"We'll talk about my matters later," Feng Jun said with a smile, "How are you in Yongyang?"

"It's not very good," Mou Miao said calmly, "The company laid off employees and I was laid off. I'm currently looking for a job in the capital."

"Ah?" Feng Jun was stunned, thinking that you don't have a good temper. You were laid off, but you were still so calm. I was fired from a fitness club, and I almost wanted to hit someone. "Is it easy to find a job in Beijing?"

"It's hard to find," Mou Miao's voice finally contained a hint of resentment.

In addition to being resentful, he also felt a little helpless, "If I continue to work in this industry, I will have no problem finding a job, but the salary will be lower than that in Yongyang. I can't let my original company see the joke... This doesn't prove that I don't Is it worth the salary?”

Feng Jun paused for a moment before speaking with a smile, "That's right, I will make your original company regret that it laid off such a talented person."

"I'm not a great talent," Mou Miao said feebly. "Having been to Yongyang and then to the capital, I realized that the most indispensable thing in the world is talent. There are really too many talented people."

Of course there are many talented people in Beijing! Feng Jun smiled and chatted with him for a few more words.

Hearing that Mou Miao was unemployed, he was a little excited and wondered whether he could lure his old classmate to Zheng Yang and let him join his team - Lao Mou has a boring gourd character and is very obedient, so there is no need to worry about him not being able to behave properly. Location.

But soon, he gave up this plan. Lao Mou's character was destined to be quite law-abiding, so he should not disturb the other person's peaceful life.

Mou Miao finally brought the topic back, "Old Feng, please stop beating around the bush. What's the matter?"

Feng Jun expressed his thoughts.

Mou Miao was silent for a while, and then said in surprise, "If the generator used by the Gutuo machine is not considered to be polluted, its thermal efficiency is relatively low. It is technically mature and has no problems."

Of course I know that the technology is mature. Feng Jun smiled silently and asked, "So... what about production?"

"Production...of course there is no problem," Mou Miao answered simply, "The problem now is that it has to be customized."

I also know that it needs to be made to order. Feng Jun's mouth twitched, "So...where is the best place to make it?"

"You ask me?" Mou Miao said in surprise, "You can find them everywhere around Zheng Yang, right? Especially near Chaoge."

"Aren't I unfamiliar with this?" Feng Jun laughed dryly, thinking that since this was the case, he might be able to solve the problem by asking Wang Haifeng.

But since he had decided to seal the news, he would not change his tune easily, so he had an idea, "I said Shui Da, you are fine now anyway, how about you come over and help me keep an eye on this? The first batch will be at least ten... …money is not a problem."

There was an obvious bitter smile on the other side of the phone, "Old Feng, even if I am unemployed, I have saved a lot before. Do you think I will make money from you?"

"It's not my money," Feng Jun said simply. "I'm also doing it for a boss. He owes me some favors. I can make the decision... Anyway, who will earn this money? It's up to you. Can you please take some time?"

"I do have time... I'll just go to Zhengyang for a trip," Mou Miao replied hesitantly, "But I'm not familiar with it. I'll help you check it out. It's not a big problem."

"I have some acquaintances, and I will introduce them to you when the time comes." Feng Jun thought of Mr. Wu. His father Wu Jianguo was doing well in Funiu, and the architecture of the Tang Dynasty was also famous. The best thing was that the Wu family had no friends in his circle. Intersection, there is no possibility of information leakage.

"Then... Okay, UUReading www.uukｎshu.net I'm going to buy a plane ticket now," Mou Miao hesitated to answer, but just as he hung up the phone, he muttered softly, "You can do it yourself when it comes to making money. What happened to the liberal arts monk?"

That's what he said, but he arrived very quickly. At around seven 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 quickly waved his hand, "Lao Mou, where is this place...eh?"

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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