Knight of the Light

hk, Kwai Chung Ferry Terminal south of the New Territories. Smuggling point controlled by 'Holy Light Technology (hk)'.

It originally belonged to a certain gang. After Tangkou was slaughtered, a number of supporting warehouses along a section of the wharf were owned by Zhou Qingfeng.

There are a dozen police cars parked outside the pier. The siren sounded and the lights flashed. However, dozens of uniformed police officers were attacked by a series of "horror techniques", running like a headless fly.

It's messed up, it's really messed up!

The crew who was filming in the warehouse was taken out. At this moment including the director, the drama, the actors, everyone is on the sidelines, watching the scenes of surprise and subversion foolishly.

About half an hour ago, the hk police probably received the exact information, and a large number of military police were ready to catch the smuggling of shipping and the underground theater industry.

People at the docks and warehouses were arrested without any resistance. But when they were about to be taken to a police car, the uniformed police officers and the British police superintendent went crazy without warning.

The senior inspector from the United Kingdom exclaimed in front of the crowd, his eyes widened as if he saw the 70-year-old Prince Prince ascended the throne.

Other uniformed police officers also seemed to be kicked and smashed, like a fat pig after being shocked in a pig killing farm, shaking violently and falling down as soon as they kicked.

The scenes of seriousness, ruthlessness, and calamity turned into absurd comics in the blink of an eye. Each plot is challenging the nerves of the audience.

Zhou Qingfeng rode out of the dark on a heavy motorcycle and turned a blind eye to the mess. He walked to a police car, blasted the window with his bare hands, and knocked out the Englishman who was sitting there to direct the operation. His punch was a punch.

The punch almost killed the Briton.

Even if he didn't die, his brain was deformed.

Zhou Qingfeng clutched the neck of each other, and was about to ask what the emperor running dogs wanted to do? His mobile phone rang.

Look at the number. The Chief of the Emperor Chen called.

This is really busy, can't you call later?

Connected at hand, Zhou Qingfeng had n’t made a hello yet, the microphone sounded an exclamation, "Zhou, Zhou, we are using high-speed steel to test the sample of the tool you sent. The processing effect is very good."

The battered Englishman had blood on his face, crooked his head, and hummed.

Zhou Qingfeng clutched the opponent's neck collar fiercely, but had to change his expression and asked the phone instead: "What, what high-speed steel?"

Director Chen was excited, "High-speed steel is a general name for steel, which has high hardness, high wear resistance and heat resistance, and excellent strength and toughness. The tools of our past machine tools were made of high-speed steel.

But because of the good properties of high-speed steel, its processing is very difficult. We just tested that using boron nitride tools you send to process high-speed steel, the processing speed is ten times that of ordinary carbide tools.

Ten times faster than that. We all wondered if our eyes were blind. We tested it more than ten times in a row. We also changed the tools and often checked them.

The result is indeed ten times the processing speed. It was so shocking, it was incredible. All the teachers in our factory are shaking their heads and sighing. I have never seen such a good knife in my life.

This integral boron nitride tool is extremely excellent in terms of rigidity and hot rigidity. Its penetration rate is more than seven times larger than that of high-speed steel, five times larger than that of ordinary cemented carbide, and its service life is increased by eight to ten times.

This tool is really easy to use. Teachers said that if it can be promoted, the productivity of the factory will be greatly increased, the cost will be reduced, and the benefits will explode. "

The uniformed police officers at the dock warehouse are still barking, running east and west. The seven goblins were like gophers, looking for their tracks everywhere, driving them out of nowhere.

Several British police officers were calling for help in the air or kneeling on the ground and praying to God. They are helpless like bullied children, and have no choice but to cry and runny.

But the scene was so noisy, but Director Chen's shout on the phone could not be covered. He was cheering with almost every effort, and he could hear the others laughing behind him.

The good news was announced for a long time, and Zhou Qingfeng was very happy. The better the samples he provided, the more attention he could give him, which was helpful for his next plan.

If the machining efficiency of the tool can be improved ten times, it will greatly improve the capacity of the domestic industrial system, and it will be a process of quantitative change and qualitative change.

Tools that originally cost a lot of money from abroad are now continuously obtained from Zhou Qingfeng. He does not mind sending cutting-edge cutting tools to the country, as long as there are corresponding benefits.

After yelling for a long time, Director Chen heard that Zhou Qingfeng's side seemed quite messy. He suppressed the shouts around him and asked, "Zhou, is there something wrong with you?"

"Uh, something happened. I'm stabbing."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the Englishman who was dying in his hand, and threw it on the ground. "I didn't know it was the gangster who reported it in the back, and a group of foreign devils led by him brought me two troubles."

"Does it matter?" Director Chen asked eagerly. "If there is any trouble, we can send someone to pick you up. The leader has spoken and will try to keep you."

"That's not necessary, I'm dealing with it." Zhou Qingfeng wiped blood on the body. "Others are hard to say. I'm better at fighting."

"Okay, okay." Director Chen seemed to realize that he had disturbed Zhou Qingfeng. "Zhou, you are busy. We plan to continue testing, and we will mill a special alloy next."

The call hangs up.

Zhou Qingfeng was about to find another official to ask. The Englishman who fell to the ground opened his eyes miraculously and shouted intermittently: "I am the Royal Police. Your attack is a great evil. "

"So what?" Zhou Qingfeng let out a hand, "I'm not doing this for the first time."

"You will be arrested, interrogated, and a trial team will announce your crimes." The Englishman is still standing by.

"Hard mouth, right?" Zhou Qingfeng grinned, squatted down, and whispered in a cold voice: "I once watched a web video.

Of course, you don't know what a web video is, let it be a real story.

Two white people like to take some exotic videos and upload them to the web to attract traffic, and use this to show their superiority. They walked around the world. One day they came to HK and met a local couple on the street.

Yes, right on the street, in broad daylight. One of the white people was facing the camera, giggling and pulling away the girl in the couple.

The girl actually did not resist, but took the initiative to post it.

The boy in the couple also did not resist.

The guy was helplessly facing the camera, showing his weakness and humbleness like the whole world. His girlfriend was robbed, and he didn't say a word, so he recognized it.

The two white people laughed and flirted with the girl who just arrived.

Too simple, too easy.

There is no guilt and no cost.

Before that, I never thought that there were such people in this world, such things, and such a society.

But the reality taught me a lesson that broke through my lower cognitive threshold. Let me know that the world has such a ridiculous side.

The gap between people is so great.

If this happened in other countries and other nations, I would just laugh and laugh, even envy the two white-skinned young people.

But this happened to hk. Should I cry or laugh?

To make matters worse, similar things are spreading, unstoppable. I can't stop it or even discuss it. Reason tells me that this is a pain in development, but I hope this kind of thing is a little less after all. "

Having said that, Zhou Qingfeng's mobile phone rang again.

It was Chen Mu who called from Emperor Capital. This time he shouted in a more high-pitched tone: "Zhou, we have just overcome a problem.

The high-temperature iron-based alloy processing of turbofan blades, we have taken down this problem. You certainly don't know what a high temperature iron-based alloy is. But I still want to tell you the news.

This alloy is too hard, ordinary tools can't handle it, and it will collapse when it is milled. Diamond tools are hard enough, but the high temperature during processing will make diamonds directly waste.

We have just tried cubic boron nitride tools for high-speed steel, and opened several milling machines for special alloys. The test was very successful and the machined surface was very good.

The heat resistance of boron nitride tools is far better than that of diamond tools, and we can process turbofan blades on a large scale in the future. As long as the scrap rate is reduced, many of our machine tool factories can immediately turn a profit.

Mr. Zhou, give us some boron nitride tools. We want to save more factories. "

"Okay, no problem, no problem at all." Zhou Qingfeng promised with a low voice, "I came for this.

In order to develop faster, to see less trouble later, to one day we can bully and bully others. As long as you can work hard, I will also help. do not let me down. "

"Be assured, rest assured, Mr. Zhou is assured. We must seriously consider your previous request." Director Chen did not know what Zhou Qingfeng meant, but only talked about the previous intention of cooperation.

When Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, his cold gaze turned into a sneer, staring at the British Royal Police officer on the ground, snorting, "Did you hear me? I will not give you another chance to humiliate me."