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The life secretary looked at Feng Jun, frowning like a Chinese knot. "Isn't this a sample? You collect money ... who pays?"

"That line," Feng Jun nodded in good faith, "I support this one million, but I have to make it clear, I support, I am not bad, but I can't say you deserve it ... This is a matter of nature, I insist. "

"Come on," the Secretary of Life said that Yu Lao had no opinion. Naturally, he didn't have an opinion. Everyone has a million, so that's a lot of money?

On that night, Shen Qingyi came over and found, "Tempura Luo Yong's whereabouts have been cast, he is in the mud."

Almost at the same time, in a research institution in Didu, a skinny bald man in his fifties shouted, "How can this be possible for one hundred bucks per gram? That's not to say that this quality of graphene has been prepared with considerable technology Mature? "

The layman looks lively and the layman looks at the doorway. From the price alone, he can analyze that the other party can have a considerable supply.

After all, it is a big country with a population of 1.4 billion. The ability to concentrate resources on major affairs is too strong, which is beyond the imagination of most small countries.

Opposite him was a fat middle-aged middle-aged man with a beard. "As far as we know, the other party can provide about ten tons of graphene of the same quality every month. This amount ... should not be doubted."

"So what's the point of our research?" The bald-headed man sighed sighingly, and then his eyes brightened again. "Oh, you can engage in a technical exchange or acquire the other party's related technology."

Middle-aged Luohu Hu shook his head, "Technology is tightly sealed, and even the production site is uncertain."

"In this case, it can be said that it is very abnormal," the bald man's brow furrowed. "I think that this abnormal state should not be ignored, it is necessary to carefully investigate the supplier."

"Useless," Luo Qihu smiled and shook his head, "You don't want me? But no response."

"No response is a bigger anomaly," the lean man's attitude is quite firm. "Our research and development involves jun products. You can apply for military fang to intervene. The security of the national fang cannot be ignored."

The groaned man sighed, picked up the phone and dialed, "Trainer Tian? I have a situation here, to tell you ..."

General Staff Tian took about two minutes to dial the phone back.

Hearing the two key points of "Yu Lao" and "Supplier is in the barnyard", Luo Hu knows the difficulty, so he asked, "Can you give us the supplier's contact information?" "

"This doesn't work!" Staff Tian refused very firmly. "I will reflect your needs upwards, but private contact is impossible. This is the above meaning! Most likely it was proposed by the elderly!"

In fact, on this day, similar scenes are staged on different occasions ...

The next day, Yu Lao's life secretary received three calls to contact Feng Jun.

At noon, Yu Lao came out to eat in the valley, and the secretary reflected the situation.

Yu Lao was silent for a long time before humming, "I knew that the phone could not be reported casually, otherwise, this guy did not know what it would be like, it was not conducive to communication, but ..."

Speaking of which, he raised his hand and patted the armrest of the sofa. "It's a loss. Let's help him so much. Actually, we only made a one-fold discount. We lost a lot."

Grandpa, are you really good? The life secretary had the urge to cover her face, but nodded with a sullen face, "Yeah."

"That's it," Yu Lao ordered casually, "you contact him to see if you can discount any more."

The corner of the life secretary's mouth twitched, and looked at the old man with innocent eyes: Leader, let's not take this.

Yu Lao looked at him with his turbid eyes, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident: when he talked about it, he could n’t lose a piece of meat. At least let him know that, let ’s help him with it?

He has also followed the old man for years, and he is very familiar with these eyes, so he can only nod his head, "Okay."

Picking up the phone to dial, the next moment, a relief expression appeared on his face.

Yu Lao's eyes flashed, and he asked without hesitation, "This guy ... is it turned off again?"

The life secretary heard the words and seemed to think of something, but also changed her face and nodded silently.

Old Master Yu was also silent. After a moment of contemplation, he waved his hand: go and ask, when did he disappear?

However, Feng Jun ’s three male apprentices left, and Yang Yuxin ’s mother and daughter also went to Magu Mountain. The Yu family wanted to know Feng Jun ’s movements. It was really difficult. Feng Jun's news.

It was n’t until night that Mr. Yu personally asked about the scenery, and Director Mei was really embarrassed to ignore the old man, and said vaguely, "I did n’t see him today ... I do n’t know where he went."

In fact, she knew very well that Feng Jun left last night, but she could n’t really say that. As a married woman, could she say that Lord Feng Shan did n’t come to me to practice yoga last night?

In fact, she knew very clearly that Feng Jun went to mud bombardment and left last night.

He went to find a guy named Tempura Luo Yong to take revenge.

As an exquisite and fashionable woman, her impression of mud bombardment is not bad. Although there was such a war in the last century, but ... is n’t that also a thing of the past?

The people of China are really kind, so kind that they can easily forget the bitter hatred.

But after the scene of the magic city, her three views have changed, and she feels a bit of hatred. She can't just stay on the paper, or put it in the history book quietly. There is a saying that is right-- All history is contemporary history.

Forgetting history means betrayal. All power is built on one's own power—not on magnanimity.

The good scenery is very restrained, but Yu Lao is so old, he hasn't known how to write the word "sham", "Isn't he here last night?"

Good Scene blushed, "Yu Lao you said, I really don't know how to answer ... How could I know this?"

"It's over, you're over," Yu Lao raised her finger at her, her face full of hatred, "I don't care where he went, your core competitiveness, so lost ... Are you willing?"

Rolling her eyes at the good scenery, she didn't pick up the words. She spends more time with the elderly. She knows that some elderly have a lot of problems, and they really don't get used to them.

Yu Lao saw that she did not respond, but the person was scorched in the heart: What is Feng Jun doing, how can even his woman be ashamed?

Facts have proved that his worries are justified. After supper, there was a light rain again. Just ten minutes after the rain fell, he received news of the mud bombing of Tokyo.

The largest mud storage warehouse for rice, the grain depot in Shenchuan, the eastern capital, was stolen today!

The largest warehouse in Shenchuan, in fact-is pitifully small, is 60,000 tons of rice.

The warehouse uses low-temperature refrigeration technology, and the equipment and facilities are quite advanced, ranking first in the world, but the bad thing is ... it is too advanced.

Because of the high degree of automation, when the theft occurred in the warehouse, the staff on duty did not find any anomalies. It was only when the handover in the morning that the rice was stolen.

The theft happened quite strangely, with no signs of someone going in and out, more than one hundred cameras on the scene were damaged, and tens of thousands of tons of rice flew overnight.

Because it was too weird, the grain depot didn't report to the police in time, but first conducted an internal self-examination-the mud bomb country also has a tradition of covering the lid.

Later, I saw that the cover could not be covered, and then reported to the police in the afternoon. The mud bombing police intervened in high profile. This news was stabbed out and passed back to the country.

Yu Lao subconsciously felt that this matter had nothing to do with Feng Jun, but what made him depressed was that although he lived in Luohua Manor, he could not get Feng Jun's news quickly and effectively.

This fact made him so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. When he was young, he was still quite suffocated. When he was old, he could basically do whatever he wanted. On the contrary, he couldn't stand this kind of grievance. .

Because it was getting late, it was not convenient for him to contact Mei Jin ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Li Shishi who stayed in the front building was obviously a little transparent, so he could only ask his granddaughter to contact Mei Jin.

But Yu Qingzhu heard that the grain depot in the mud bombing country was stolen, and the expression on his face was quite weird. It took a long time to say, "This thing ... should be that he instructed or even personally participated."

Yu Lao looked at her suspiciously, "How can you be so sure?"

Yu Qingzhu didn't tell Grandpa about the conversation with Feng Jun, because she also knows that the old man is a little too fond of things. Although her impression of Feng Jun is really not good, she doesn't want to be too troublesome, which saves her influence the treatment.

In fact, she believes that with his grandfather's temperament, he has heard that there is more than 100,000 tons of grain in the country-he is more likely to have millions of tons in the future. He will definitely do something.

So she blinked her eyes and replied lightly, "60,000 tons of rice, how much ... I have to search ... Well, there must be 70,000 cubic meters, such a large capacity to move away overnight, it is estimated that only they The race has this ability. "

In fact, without her saying, Feng Jun, Shen Qingyi and Mei Jin have all shown the ability to extract objects from space. This method, Yu Lao called it "magic", but it is estimated that only those who are the masters of the cloud will be true Thought it was magic?

Yu Lao was also aware of it. After a moment of silence, he sighed, "There shouldn't be too many such people, otherwise, or else ... wouldn't it be a mess in the world?"

His entanglement didn't take long. The next morning, he was resting in the bamboo forest, and the phone rang.

Shen Qingyi, who is practicing, opened his eyes and gave him a dissatisfied glance. Gao Qiang rolled his eyes helplessly, saying nothing.

However, Yu Lao did not care about their reactions. His mind was attracted by a shocking message, "Tempura Luo Yong died?"