Chapter 701 It’s a Mess

There was silence at the review meeting.

On the side of the participating construction companies, everyone stared at Zhuang Buyuan.

Then he shook his head up and down, left and right, and back and forth.

I want to find out the secret of Zhuang Buyuan's magic.

Was it visual deception, or was Zhuang Buyuan wired with wires?

The performance of carrying the sedan chair just now shocked them and thought, "Wow", it turns out that the State Construction Group can already do this kind of thing! When can we do it?

But Zhuang Buyuan's performance made them feel.

This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

"Mr. Zhuang is so funny, he actually does magic."

"Let me see, how does this magic work?"

"Isn't it inappropriate to perform magic tricks at the review meeting? Why didn't Director Zhou stop him?"

"Director Zhou is so close to marrying his daughter to Mr. Zhuang, why are you stopping him?"

"Does Director Zhou have a daughter?"

"No, so I'm not married."

On the other side, Zhou Xiangan and others had their mouths wide open and their eyes almost popped out!

The current situation is completely opposite to the previous performance where the friend was shocked and the judges were calm.

At this time, Zhuang Buyuan had reached the center of the paper tape and was still jumping on the paper tape.

The laws of physics determine that the longer the span of a board, the greater the force it will bear in the middle, and the thicker or stronger the structural strength will be needed to support the pressure in the middle.

And this paper tape has been stretched from one end of the room to the other and cannot be longer.

And it is as thin as a hair, and its structural strength has almost been reduced to the minimum.

At the same time, it was just placed flatly on the conference tables on both sides, not like a steel cable, pulling with huge force from both sides.

In other words, this thin paper strip is fully supported by its own material strength.

But just a minute ago, it was a roll of toilet paper!

This kind of thing is far beyond the limit of human understanding, so almost all friends and businessmen feel that Zhuang Buyuan is actually doing magic.

It was like seeing a person on the street, more than two meters tall.

Everyone will look at him a few times: "Wow, this guy is really tall, he must be a basketball player."

If you see a person on the street, he is taller than a skyscraper.

Everyone will run away crying: "Director, director, I went to the wrong set, please let me go back!"

Friends and businessmen, after all, don’t know much about Almighty Manor, so this is the latter reflection.

But Zhou Xiangan and the others already knew the Almighty Manor very well, and felt that the Almighty Manor was already very impressive, being at least two stories tall.

Now they suddenly discovered, oh my god, when Almighty Manor was two stories high, he was actually lying down, but now he is standing up!

And, I went to the right set!

It's really true!

This kind of shock is much higher than that of friends and businessmen who know nothing.

Looking at those friends and businessmen who are still wandering around trying to find flaws, they just want to say one thing.

"You know nothing about this world."

Over there, friends and businessmen were already applauding sparsely.

Zhuang Buyuan stood in the middle of the paper bags and looked around in confusion.

Hey, this applause is not very warm. Did I not perform well?

Well, how can it be worse than the performance of carrying a sedan chair!

"Come on, come on!" Zhuang Buyuan waved to Xiao Wei: "One more."

Xiao Wei also walked up.

The paper bag still has no visible bends.

"Come again, come again." Zhuang Buyuan waved again, and the staff next to him took a few steps forward hesitantly.

Even friends and businessmen, some people stood up and walked on the paper tape with doubts.

Two, four, five, ten...

When more than ten people stood on the paper tape, the paper tape was still barely bent.

These people stood on the paper tape, looking left and right, and some stamped their feet.

The expressions on their faces changed from blank at first, to the corners of their mouths starting to twitch, and in the end, everyone's mouths were wide open.

They finally realized that what was happening before them was real.

There are more than ten people, all of whom are big-bodied builders, and the weight of nearly two tons cannot bend or crush this paper tape?

Is this a paper tape or the Queen Mother's foot-binding cloth?

"You can still come up. Is anyone else coming up? Is anyone else coming up?" Zhuang Buyuan jumped on the paper tape and waved around. "

At this moment, everyone heard a breaking sound.

"Click".

Wait, the tape broke?

As soon as the paper tape flickered, everyone quickly supported each other, and then looked carefully at their feet.

Wait, the tape is fine, it’s not even bent!

Then, there was another "click" sound.

With a "boom", everyone fell off the paper tape and turned into a rolling gourd.

Only Zhuang Buyuan and Xiao Wei, two young and strong people, and with the bonus of the property building of the manor, had already established a firm foothold with just a flick of the eye.

A group of old and young men on the ground were struggling to get up.

"What's going on? Why did it fall?" Zhuang Buyuan scratched his head, "Did you mess up?"

Next to him, Zhou Xiangan stared at Zhuang Buyuan with a black line on his forehead.

The conference table in front of him had been crushed to the ground.

"Zhuang - not - far away!"

"Uh..." Zhuang Buyuan quickly raised his hand: "My fault, my fault!"

"Isn't it okay if I give you a table?"

"One?" Zhou Xiangan pointed to the opposite side.

Sure enough, the table opposite was also crushed.

When this conference table was made, I probably never thought that it would be used as a prop for a performance. With more than ten people standing on it, the contact area is still so small, it would be strange if it was not crushed.

The two long conference tables were completely crushed.

"I'll replace all the tables in the conference room! Replace them all! Replace them with Yinhe Feng's!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please spare me!"

The entire review meeting was temporarily interrupted. Zhuang Buyuan urgently mobilized Zhuang Mo people from the manor to ride over on a four-winged war chicken. They urgently changed the conference table in the conference room, and then the review meeting restarted.

However, it has already entered garbage time.

Although the results of the review will not be available immediately, the next few builders showed no enthusiasm and weakness when explaining their plans.

When the meeting ended, Zhuang Buyuan left the conference room as if he was running away. Many reporters at the scene followed closely behind Zhuang Buyuan.

"Mr. Zhuang, what is this new spray you are using?"

"Do you want to use this technology in the construction of overpasses?"

"Overpass? No, no, this thing is actually a test product, used for..." Zhuang Buyuan was about to say.

At the bottom of the steps, Zhuang's father waved to Zhuang Buyuan: "Son, this way, I'm here to pick you up!"

Sure enough, Dad Zhuang was at the bottom of the steps. Ever since he bought the car, he had been driving around all day to show off.

Zhuang Buyuan quickly got into the car. Seeing the reporters coming, Zhuang's father reversed the car and rushed out.

With a "bang" sound, the right rear of the car hit the corner of the flower bed.

"Oh, my car, my car!" Dad Zhuang got out of the car distressedly, took out a small spray and sprayed it: "To touch up the paint! Touch up the paint! Now I'm not afraid of being hit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "boom" and he hit the doorpost again.

"Dad, can you drive well!"

“This car is too big and the doors are so small, you can’t blame me!”

"The village is not far away!" Zhou Xiangan shouted angrily.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll give you a goalpost!"