Big Data Cultivation

Wang Haifeng yawned and drove into Feng Jun ’s villa. Today he came a little earlier to replace the night-time Xu Leigang.

Since he started practicing, he spent most of his time in Taohua Valley, and the rest of the time in Hongjie Club.

His wife had some comments on this. After two lunches in Taohua Valley, she knew that her husband had not cheated herself, and she felt better, but even so, she would urge her husband to return home to pay for food.

Last night, Mrs. Wang summoned her husband back, and Wang Haifeng decided not to be smirked by Xu Leigang.

He just got off the bus, and just saw Feng Jun coming out of the villa, he rubbed his eyes: how do I feel, what's wrong with it?

Feng Jun glanced at him, his mouth moved, and finally said, "Slightly control, when you are still laying the foundation ... Without restraint, it will affect entry."

Wang Haifeng rarely blushed old. He thought he was still young. He did n’t want others to say he was not good. He could only explain with a wry smile. What about basic trust? "

Feng Jun nodded slightly, "It's a good thing to reconcile yin and yang, but it's not too late ... use the car key for me."

Seeing the other party driving away their own q7, Wang Haifeng froze for a moment before slapping his thigh, "I said something is wrong ... Is this hair growing too fast?"

"Do you only feel the hair?" Xu Leigang also walked out of the villa. He thoughtfully said, "The master is walking now, and there is no sound at all ...

"Really?" Wang Haifeng frowned and thought about it, nodded slightly, and then said in a sorrowful tone, "It seems that I have to say something to my wife ... I can't do anything that affects cultivation."

Feng Jun drove the q7, repeating the first thing after each return—finding a barber.

There is a barber shop in front of the neighborhood where he lives, but he will definitely not choose here.

The hair should be cut every ten to eight days, the key is that each time the hair is still long-how could he do this at the doorstep?

In fact, he just shouted Wang Haifeng just now, he wanted to arrange something for him. As a master, something disciples to do their work is justified.

But he thought about it for the sake of insurance, it is better not to let Wang Haifeng and others know too many secrets.

Don't completely show yourself to anyone! This helps him to keep the biggest secret in his heart.

As for the loss of yang energy on Wang Haifeng's body, it is not particularly serious, so he said so.

After finishing the dispatch, Feng Jun came to the Auto Parts City and directly placed an order for the boss who changed the car. He also ordered 20 more modified agricultural vehicles, ten all-terrain vehicles, and ten modified motorcycles.

For the store owner, the amount of this sale is not small, so although the other party is an old customer, he also asked for an advance payment of 500,000.

For Feng Jun, this amount of money is nothing. Next, he went to book a generator, walkie-talkie, lamps and so on.

After busy with this, he went to buy two more laptops, sat in the car, and started searching for related news through the hotspot of his mobile phone.

What he is looking for is a car that can be powered by firewood. According to his father Feng Wenhui, some buses burned firewood in the 1950s, and a big drum was installed on the roof.

And it is said that ... according to the Internet, the country managed by Jinsan, because of sanctions, is extremely depleted of energy, and there are still cars that burn wood.

When Feng Jun wanted to come, firewood could become the power of the car, and naturally it could also become the power of the generator.

However, he searched the Internet and found a more useful artifact: pot camel machine!

This thing, as the name implies, is a machine with a camel boiler, which burns the boiler and can be used as the power of the generator.

As a liberal arts monk, Feng Jun couldn't understand this thing, but only knew that this thing was extinct. To get this kind of thing, it had to be customized.

However, although he is a liberal arts monk, but there are engineering monk classmates, he took out his cell phone, searched in the address book for a long time, and finally found a name: Mou Miao.

Mou Miao is at the same table as his senior one. He doesn't love to be so kind. He likes to tinker with mechanical model circuit boards or something. It's a bit of a technical house. The relationship with him is good.

He later admitted to a 211 university. After graduation, he went to Yongyang and worked in a joint venture.

Feng Jun kept his phone, but the two had only met for the Spring Festival in the first year after graduation, and then, Feng someone was too ashamed to see someone, so there was no contact.

He thought about it, and still dialed a call.

Mou Miao answered the phone with a soft voice as always, "Which one are you? Please tell me something."

"Shui Da, my Feng Jun," Feng Jun called the other party's nickname, "How have you been recently?"

"It's you flower thief," Mou Miao laughed, and he could hear it. He was also very happy. "In the summer, I still call you, but your number stopped."

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

He does have a plan to change the number. This phone number was handled by him after he came to Zhengyang. There are not many people who know it, most of them are Hongjie's gang. The most important thing is that the number you get is handy. It's too hard to remember.

Anyway, he also has money now, intending to get a straight number or a bomb number, but has not taken time out.

"Oh, after you change the number, dial me again," Mou Miao said as always, "What are you doing with me?"

"My business will wait," Feng Jun said with a smile. "Are you all right in Yongyang?"

"Not particularly good," Mou Miao said without hesitation. "The company laid off staff. I was laid off. I am currently looking for a job in Beijing."

"Ah?" Feng Jun was stunned. He said your temper was not good. She was laid off. She was so indifferent. I was dismissed by the fitness club. I almost wanted to beat someone. "Is it easy to find a job in Beijing?"

"Not easy to find," Mou Miao's voice finally brought a trace of sorrow.

Apart from his sorrow, he still has a little helplessness, "If you continue to work in this bank, it will be no problem to find a job, but it will be lower than Yongyang's salary. Is it worth the salary? "

Feng Jun paused for a while before he smiled and said, "Yes, I want to regret your original company and remove the talent."

"I'm not a big talent," Mou Miao said weakly. "I've been to Yongyang and then come to Beijing, only to know that the most indispensable thing in the world is talent. There are really too many Niu people."

Of course there are many people in Beijing! Feng Jun smiled and chatted with him again.

Hearing that Miao Miao was out of work, he moved a little, wondering whether he had fooled his old classmate to Zheng Yang and asked him to join his team-Lao Mou was a boring gourd character, and he was also very obedient. position.

But soon, he gave up this plan, Lao Mou's character is destined to be quite satisfactory, he still should not disturb the other party's peaceful life.

Mou Miao finally pulled the topic back, "Old Feng, don't turn around, what's the matter?"

Feng Jun said his thoughts again.

Mou Miao was silent for a while, and was surprised to say, "If the boiler camel-powered generator is not considered pollution, that is, the thermal efficiency is relatively low, the technology is mature, there is no problem."

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

"Production ... naturally there is no problem," Mou Miao answered very simply, "The question now has to be customized."

I also know that it needs to be customized, Feng Jun's mouth twitched, "So ... where is more suitable for customization?"

"You ask me?" Mou Miao said in surprise. "You can find anything around Zheng Yang? Especially near Chao Ge."

"Am I not familiar with this?" Feng Jungan laughed and said that since this is the case, looking for Wang Haifeng can solve the problem.

However, since he had decided to close the news, he would not change his mind easily, so he had a clever move, "I said the water is big, anyway, you are all right now, how about coming to help me stare at this? The first batch of at least ten ... …money is not a problem."

There was an obvious wry smile over the phone, "Old Feng, even if I am unemployed, I have saved a lot before, do you think I will make your money?"

"It's not my money," Feng Jun said very simply. "I'm doing it for a boss too. He owes me some favors. I can be the master ...... Anyway, who is this money for? Is it up to you? Can you spare time? "

"Time ... I have it, so I should travel to Zhengyang," Mou Miao replied hesitantly. "But I'm not familiar with it. I'll help you check it. The problem is not big."

"I have acquaintances, I will introduce you to you at that time," Feng Jun thought of Wu Shao. His father, Wu Jianguo, had a good time in Funiu. The Tang Dynasty architecture was also famous, and the most wonderful thing was that the Wu family did not At the intersection, there is no possibility of information leakage.

"So ... okay ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I'm going to buy a ticket now," Mou Miao replied hesitantly, but when he hung up the phone, he murmured, "You can do it yourself to make money. Well, what's wrong with liberal arts monks? "

That was what he said, but he came very quickly. He arrived in Zhengyang by plane more than seven o'clock that night.

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, what about here ... Huh?"

He suddenly found that Lao Mou was dragging a suitcase in one hand, followed by a petite beauty on the other side.

Lao Mou is about one meter eight or two, and the beauty is about one meter five or five. The difference in height between the two is very obvious.

Mou Miao heard the sound and looked sideways, frowning slightly, "You are ... lying trough, old Feng, how tall are you?"

(Updated to summon monthly tickets.)

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