Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun did not call this true, but continued to ask with great interest, "How much autumn wind do you plan to fight?"

This is not a good word, but the strong man replied daringly, "One, one or two hundred."

"You are lying," Feng Jun pointed out this without hesitation. "But ... you haven't caused any substantial harm to me, so, besides this spray, how many firearms?"

There are also two long guys in the car, one with five consecutive shotguns and one with five or six submachine guns.

There were 20 bullets in five bursts, 70 bullets in five or six shots, and two magazines.

"Throw the gun on the ground," Feng Jun instructed them rudely. "Also, four boxes of money, you can only take three boxes, leaving three million as compensation, do you have any opinions?"

Who dares to have an opinion? The gold digger picked up three boxes of money, helped the injured, and two Mercedes-Benz cars went away.

Everyone is in a bad mood and doesn't want to talk. Pingbai lost three million. This business lost money.

It took a while for the woman to speak tremblingly, "Boss, I'm sorry, the loss is deducted from my share."

"You and Hanging Eyes are half out of each person," the strong man said coldly, and the evil fire in his stomach at the moment, "Nima, blind, see who is causing you?"

"Look clearly," the woman whispered, "I didn't expect it, I would be able to blame the wind ... Fortunately, he didn't get home."

Her eyesight is better than that of her boss, or she will not dare to boast.

However, she was afraid to return to fear, but the other party did not pour out her own brother at all, but borrowed a powerful crossbow, which shows that Kung Fu is still a little lacking.

"Nima," the strong man scolded angrily. "Let's not say whether he came home with kung fu, will his master always get home?"

"Ah?" The woman was dumbfounded when she heard the words. "He still has a master? How do you know boss?"

"I don't know anything," the strong man sneered. "I'll ask you ... Do you dare to guarantee that he doesn't have a master?"

The woman stopped talking for a long time before raising her hand, "Boss, you are right, he is so young, it is normal to have a master, and he will also point out the wind ... What kind of internal skills do you practice?

The corner of the strong man's mouth twitched, "Where is the Six-Pulse Sword, where do I know this Nima ..."

After the two Mercedes-Benz cars were gone, Feng Jun smoked a cigarette and looked at no one, then picked up the three guns thrown on the ground.

He hasn't mixed the underworld, but the way he handles it now is in line with the rules of the underworld.

Involving guns has always been a major event in the country. It is difficult to say whether there are dead souls under the three guns of the gold diggers, so he ca n’t grab the gun and can only let the other party throw the gun.

In the future, once the gold diggers are caught and caught by the police, the police will definitely ask them to report their merits.

Imagine if the situation has reached that point, it is really hard to tell if these guys can hold on without biting.

In this way, Feng Jun may be involved-the gun was robbed by him.

He let the opponent throw the gun to the ground, and he had room to turn around-I didn't grab the gun, just thought it was not a good thing, so I let them throw it.

This turning point is not very large, and it is not convincing, but it is ultimately a layer of insurance.

If the gun was not involved, even if the police pursued Feng Jun, it would only be a private sale of gold, which would not be a big deal.

In the same way, he also wanted to steal the other party's Mercedes-Benz, but that was also the car of the gold diggers, and it was troublesome to get it.

Anyway, the other party wanted to rob him, but he was left with three million and three guns, and he made a lot of money.

Guns are a good thing. Before that, he always wanted to do it, but he didn't get it. Then he retreated and bought a powerful crossbow.

After leaving the scene, he called Wang Haifeng and agreed to meet at the gate of the park.

After meeting, he transferred a suitcase, two small boxes and two lances to Coach Wang's Audi.

The two guns were covered with newspapers, but Wang Haifeng was not a regular owner. His eyes lit up when he saw the newspaper, "I said, what is that?"

Feng Jun glanced at him, "I'll let it go and take it away in a moment ... Are you sure you want to know?"

"It's still forgotten," Wang Haifeng shook his head with a smile, but then he asked again, "What mine did you open, it was explosives a while ago, and now it's such a thing, how can it be so dangerous?"

"It will soon be no longer dangerous," Feng Jun replied with a smile, and then slapped him on the shoulder, "I first returned the car, and then bought a car, you give some suggestions."

Returning a car is easy. When buying a car, Wang Haifeng seriously advised, "You want a good car, but also want to be low-key, then ... buy a Phaeton, so low-key that you can doubt your life."

Feng Jun looked at him thoughtfully, "You are talking about that ... Passat's brother?"

"Yes," Wang Haifeng nodded triumphantly. "Others only when you open the Passat, you don't squeak, and after irritating you, you tell him ... The grandfather opened the Phaeton, which was cracking Face, how cool is it? "

"Is it cool?" Feng Jun looked at him suspiciously. "How do I think it was deliberately forced, a little ... the feeling of an upstart?"

"You know a wool," Wang Haifeng snorted disdainfully. "Serious brand-name suits are not Armani, they are hand-stitched ... understand?"

Feng Jun thought for a long time, but still shook his head, "I think, you are holding on to destroy me, this mentality is really a bit unhealthy ... Why don't you buy Phaeton?"

Wang Haifeng gave him a glance and replied straightforwardly, "I'm going to pick up a girl ... can I use Phaeton?"

"You are a good man at home!" Feng Jun glared at him fiercely, "I need to pick up girls ... No, I want to buy a BMW."

"BMW?" Wang Haifeng glanced at him scornfully, and said contemptuously, "I said you are a private mine, so what do you do in high profile? I'm afraid the tax bureau will not notice you?"

Feng Jun was also apprehensive about this, "Forget it, then I would buy a cheap blind drive ... just passat."

He already has three modified motorcycles, one modified agricultural vehicle, and an all-terrain vehicle soon, and another Passat, which is a bit too much.

But the two planes run back and forth, and the various situations are very complicated. Different occasions have to deal with different needs.

Especially in the real world, he does not have a car in his hand, which is really inconvenient. He cannot always borrow someone's car every time.

The two came to a Volkswagen 4S store and saw an Audi Q7 stopped at the door. The beauty shopping guide rushed out of the door directly. "Hello, sir, do you want to see the car?"

It is really too simple to buy a Passat model, especially Feng Jun does not have any requirements on the configuration. He only has one condition: it is available in stock.

Even paying money to bring the car, which is about half an hour, is almost the same as the old lady going to the vegetable market to buy potatoes.

The beauty shopping guide gave Feng Jun a business card and spoke with a smile, "Thank you very much for your patronage. This is my contact information. I will serve you wholeheartedly."

Feng Jun glanced around and found that Wang Haifeng was talking with two young women-they also came to see the car, one of them looked very seductive, and coach Wang also likes to poke such people.

Since Wang Haifeng didn't pay attention to it, Feng Jun asked quietly and quickly, "This ... I have a little extra privacy requirement. I need your help. Won't you refuse?"

The beauty shopping guide was stunned, and then a blush flew from her face. She hesitated, and then Ai Ai whispered, "This ... I can consider as long as it is not too demanding, but some services, you have to give up My attractive price. "

"Hmm ... the price?" Feng Junzheng looked at Wang Haifeng sideways, and then looked back at her, and said in amazement, "I want to buy another Phaeton, the same color, please help me to ask, I can get it in a few days. , I said ... what do you want? "

The beauty's face was originally reddish, and the words suddenly turned red, just like the prawns cooked in oil in the pot. She looked at each other with amazement, "You, you are kidding ..."

She felt like she was being ridiculed, this guy is really too bad-you have the intention to buy a car, just say it, so sneaky, this is not forcing me to think in a crooked place?

"Hush," Feng Jun frowned and raised a finger ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked at her with displeasure, "You whisper, I don't want him to know, understand?"

The beauty reacted, so she lowered her voice and said, "So you want to hide him?"

Her expression has returned to normal, but the blush on her face won't go down for a while.

Wang Haifeng added the prestige of the two young women and came over with a smile, "Boss Feng, what are you doing, making the girl's face so red?"

"You still think about yourself more," Feng Jun glanced at him disdainfully. "People just blushed. Be careful that your knees are red and swollen tonight."

Wang Haifeng pointed at him and said helplessly, "You guys will not chat anymore."

The two went out of the car. Coach Wang asked where Feng Jun was going, and then he was surprised, "Are you going to ... stay in a hotel?"

He guessed that the other three boxes of the other party must be valuables, and those two spears could not be found by anyone. They lived in the hotel with these things. How much do you think?

"No way, I don't have a house here," Feng Jun spread his hands helplessly. "Otherwise, you can ask me about the villa, the place is bigger, it's a bit remote, it doesn't matter, the transportation is convenient."

"You have to find Zhang Wei in this matter. There are many high-end clients in securities companies," Wang Haifeng refused without hesitation. "I don't want to deal with those real estate companies, and I don't know the people of intermediary companies."

After hearing this, Feng Jun remembered that he seemed to know a more dedicated intermediary guy.

The young man answered the phone quickly, as if he was standing by the phone. After listening to Feng Jun ’s request, he immediately patted his chest to ensure, “Okay, I ’ll leave it to me ... Your input probably has a budget. ?"

(Second more, He Mengzhu, "Selling lollipop", still owes Sichang, take your time.)