Big Data Cultivation

Manager Cong came to talk, in addition to the two points that Feng Jun considered, in fact, there is another very important point: to build momentum for Prince Edward.

Mingyang Advertising Co., Ltd. is going to open up the Funiu market recently. Prince Edward personally came to the front to show the company's attention.

However, the local partner of Zheng Yang is not a soft persimmon. Since the two parties cooperate, of course various interests should be strived for according to reason-you are well-known, but please, Zheng Yang is not Yangcheng.

In this case, Manager Cong suddenly found out that the man who was having supper with two beauties resigned from the company?

Feng Jun at the moment is very different from a year ago. He has become more energetic, and his fat body has become more symmetrical.

Manager Cong can see that this guy's development seems to be good, but even if the development is good, how can he be better in a year? Compared with Mingyang Company, it is at least two streets worse.

He hoped that Feng Jun would toast a glass of wine in the past, which was also meant to support the scene of the crown prince: See if not, with the two beautiful late night masters, when we meet our crown prince, we must take the initiative to toast.

——While you are in Zhengyang, you are a ground snake, but I clearly promote the company's influence and it is everywhere.

However, he didn't expect that Feng Jun, who used to work silently in the company and had a lot of eyesight, even disdain to talk to himself.

Manager Cong suddenly became very angry, and finally he was okay. He knew that the crown prince and the partner were not far away, and he had to pay attention to control the size, so he smiled and said, "Oh, yes, I remembered one more thing ... Zhang Yunzhen It seems to be getting married. "

Zhang Yunzhen ... Hearing the name again, Feng Jun couldn't help but grabbed it again.

She is his ex-girlfriend, petite and lovely, and the two promised countless oaths to meet together to get to Baitou.

Zhang Yunzhen's appearance is good, and he was considered a flower-level at Jiangxia University.

That is a departmental flower of the liberal arts major, which is definitely not worse than Li Shishi.

Generally speaking, the beauty of a woman is inversely proportional to her academic qualifications. There are more beautiful women in the liberal arts monks, but Zhang Yunzhen ’s level is not uncommon. When he was in school, Feng Jun struggled to defeat those suitors. The beautiful woman embraces ...

Well, these are things of the past, and later Feng Jun also vowed to stop being a good man from the end, to be a wandering prodigal, to abandon that ridiculous innocence.

However, when he heard her name again, he was stunned to find that he still couldn't fully relieve his mind-the so-called first love is not just as simple as a love.

But in the end, he still controlled his emotions very well and spoke lightly, "Oh, she didn't notify me."

As he said, he put his hand on the glass. If the other party continued to chatter, he would n’t mind making him suffer.

Manager Cong also saw his movements, but he even saw Feng Jun's face, knowing that his words still worked-his expression could be concealed, but his face was not fake.

So he didn't say anything, turned around and walked away—you made me uncomfortable, and I didn't make you happy either.

Both Li Shishi and the good scenery can be seen. This Zhang Yunzhen should be someone who has special meaning to Feng Jun, but then, both of them were smart enough not to mention this topic.

Good Scenery is a woman and a woman. There is no way to care about this kind of thing. As for Li Shishi ... Will she be free to stimulate her new boss?

The rest of the night was speechless, and the good scenery got up early again the next day. Feng Jun slept a rare sleep, and then drove back to the manor to see his parents.

Zhang Junyi didn't say anything, but Feng Wenhui asked his son, "Your bamboo forest, the healing effect is very obvious, why don't you open your face to the public? As long as the word of mouth spreads out, sitting and making money."

Feng Jun glanced at his dad and asked seriously, "Dad, do you think ... do I have the money?"

Feng Wenhui was so choked that he didn't make money for a long time. "Then I can't make money or make money. My mother and I are exhausted. We only earn a few thousand a month ... Are you learning how to do it now?"

Feng Jun laughed when he heard, "If you are tired, then don't do it. While you are still young, you will go around the country, and then around the world. If you are still idle, give me I do n’t have any opinion about having a brother or sister. "

"It's not big or small!" Zhang Junyi stared at him fiercely. "Can you say this?"

"Okay, I was wrong," Feng Jun raised his hands. He knew that his mother was old-school, and he hated others not to talk about things, especially between the young and the old, "I mean, you can take that stall. , Enjoy peace of mind. "

Zhang Junyi gave his son another white look, and spoke slowly, "Look at his building up, see his building collapse, you are older, and you have the ability, but also remember, people don't have thousands of days, flowers don't have a hundred days of red, Mom and Dad help you keep a backtrack, it is the intention of your parents. "

Feng Jun didn't know how to explain it. His parents' hearts moved him, and they did their best.

At this moment, Feng Wenhui said again, "Xiaojun, even if you don't talk about economic accounts, such a good thing, you are shelving it here in vain, it is a waste of resources ... waste is wrong."

Huh? Feng Jun feels that he has found a reason to persuade his parents, "Dad, that's not the case. This bamboo forest was created by me, using lost Taoism ... Can anyone let me know?"

"Lost ... Daoshu?" Feng Wenhui's mouth was opened wide and his eyes were straight, as if he had seen an alien.

"Your boy, talk nonsense all day," the mother of Shuxiangmen's origin, but she did not believe this, "You said it, it's negative ion oxygen or something."

"That's really nonsense," Feng Jun explained with a bitter smile. "In the beginning, I was afraid that you couldn't accept it, thinking that my brain was pumping, so I found a reason. Now that you know the bamboo forest is good, I will Not afraid to tell the truth. "

The two elders are still sluggish, it is really a bit unacceptable, Taoism ... This is too mysterious?

Feng Jun saw it, without saying a word, his hand swayed casually, and a jade the size of a human head appeared in his hand.

"Huh?" Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi were dumbfounded, and then raised their hands to rub their eyes. "Is this ... magic?"

Feng Jun didn't wait for the second elder to react, and then took out a brownish yellow rune paper and handed it to his dad. "This is the golden armor rune. You tear it ... eh, yes, just tear it like this, Hard! "

After Feng Wenhui ripped apart the golden armor, a light yellow light shrouded the entire body.

"Ah?" Zhang Junyi screamed in shock, "Xiaojun, why did your dad ... light up?"

Feng Jun laughed, "How good is this? I don't have to light up at night and save more electricity."

"You're looking for death, stinky boy," Zhang Junyi was angry. "Can you be so kidding with your dad?"

When the two were talking, Feng Wenhui took out his mobile phone, "I will take a look ... I'll go, this stupid boy is really powerful, Jun Yi, you said I would take a selfie like this, wouldn't it be very windy?"

Zhang Junyi darkened his face and reached for his ears, "You are old and not ashamed, you still take selfies ... Would you like to wear a skin or something, beautify?"

"Huh," the next moment, she let out a startled voice, "how can you hold your ears ..."

"Mother, this is called Jinjiafu, which is self-defense," Feng Jun explained. "This Fulu, to a certain extent, can be prevented from being injured. It is your son who honors your two ..."

As he explained, he produced a machete and gave it to his mother, "I don't believe you used a knife to cut him."

At this time, Zhang Junyi's three views had completely collapsed, and she couldn't even consider it. Where did her son get the machete? She straightened her eyes, "Take the knife ... cut him?"

Feng Jun said with a smile on his face, "Back of the knife, back of the knife, take the back of the knife first ..."

With the back of the knife, there is no pressure. Zhang Junyi first hit the husband with the back of the knife a few times, from light to heavy, "Hey, sure enough, I will use a little more effort ... Still nothing, but Xiaojun, this blade ... forget it Right? "

"Then forget it," Feng Jun said with a smile. "The blade is okay, but you don't want to try it .... Anyway, this thing is great for body protection. As long as Huang Guang is there, he can protect his body."

"I'll try it," Feng Wenhui stretched out his hand, took the machete from his wife's hand, and cut it off his thigh.

After trying a few knives, Feng Wenhui finally sighed, "It's really a good thing ... Xiaojun ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Can this thing prevent a car accident?"

"Car accidents are generally okay, and trains are not easy to talk about," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "The most important thing is that when the situation is bad, it will tear open. When something happens, it will be too late."

"Then it can still be improved," Feng Wenhui said thoughtfully. "Don't you all say that the treasure protects the Lord?"

Unexpectedly, Dad, your theory of Xiu Xian is also clear, and Feng Jun feels a bit out of play.

In the end, he admitted honestly, "This ... I'm trying to improve, it may take a little time."

"Don't care about your dad," Zhang Junyi came out to protect his son. "My son is so good, he has to pick bones in the egg ..."

After fighting for a while, Feng Wenhui exclaimed, "Huh ... Huang Guang disappeared."

He held a machete in hand, hesitantly looking at his thigh, "This way ... I'm afraid I can't cut it with the blade?"

"Don't cut the back of the knife," Feng Jun screamed quickly. "This is the end of the Fulu effect ... Well, twenty-five minutes, not bad."

In fact, the effect of the golden armor has no inevitable connection with time. The attack is strong, and the duration of the Fu Luo is short. If the attack is weak, it can last up to an hour.

"This is the end?" Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi were both a little surprised. Not that they felt that the self-defense time was short, but ... the time was longer, wasn't it better?

"It's okay, I have a lot of fu here," Feng Jun smiled and figured out four gold armor symbols. "You two are old and you have two. If you are in danger, you will tear it apart. It doesn't matter if you waste it."

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