Travel to the game store

Fatty Wang looked at the pile of bits and pieces Qi Feng pulled out of the bag, his eyes widened. To say that he was an old expert in Panjiayuan who dumped antiques, he had never eaten pork or seen pigs when it came to Feng Shui Kanyu.

Run, but at this moment he felt that all his views were shattered, and he was not sure whether this pig could fly in addition to running - now in front of Qi Feng were a pile of metal brackets and a few small propellers that were somewhat wrapped.

Equipment with various wires attached to it - although I don’t know what these are specifically, I guess it seems to be a model aircraft that has not escaped...

"You...what are you going to do? What is this?" Fatty Wang looked at Qi Feng squatting on the ground unpacking the pile of clothes with a horrified look on his face. He felt that his worries just now were justified. This man is really doing this.

Did you get the wrong script?

Qi Feng didn't even raise his head, and replied casually while holding his hands: "Oh. Multi-copter. Our school's Electronics Association and the Model Aircraft Association came up with a new thing based on hearsay. I heard it was a college student in the United States.

I haven't seen the actual objects or drawings yet. They thought about it and built a few test models. I just borrowed them last night. These guys are too small-minded. After all, I am also a former member of the association. I only borrowed a few models.

God just gave me a midnight snack for twenty people..."

Fatty Wang nodded, and it seemed that his guess was correct: "Oh...it's really a model aircraft...uh huh?︾¤No! I'm asking you what you want to do with this thing? We're here to--"

Qi Feng didn't explain much and waved his hand: "Don't panic, wait and see, you will know in a while."

Fatty Wang could only suppress his anxious little heart, watching Qi Feng fiddle with a screwdriver, and kept mumbling: "...It's okay if the business can't be done, but don't hit the fat man.

My signature in this business..." The fuss he made just now caused many colleagues to look here without knowing why... This is a Feng Shui celebrity from the surrounding area, and he is going to make a big joke.

He has no shame in taking on these jobs anymore. In fact, if several of his old buddies had not happened to be away, he would not have asked Qi Feng to take over this job.

In fact, Qi Feng's use of a screwdriver is just a show-off. With the multi-purpose tool, from tightening screws to dismantling nuclear bombs, all operating functions are completely integrated into Qi Feng's left arm. Mass effect field plus 23rd century electronics

Technology has replaced most of the physical tools in the world. For example, now, Qi Feng simultaneously tightens the eight screws on the bottom of the aircraft and completes the connection of the internal wires through the belly hatch - it is so easy.

There is such an incredible tool set. This hand-made experimental model that might have taken more than ten or twenty minutes to assemble was completed in just over a minute. Qi Feng stood up and held the aircraft to weigh it.

After weighing it, he handed it to Fatty Wang: "Hold it for me for a while..."

Fatty Wang took it and looked at this thing that was painted in purple and green colors and had eight propellers, "What is this called? Can this heavy thing fly?"

Qi Feng continued to flip through his mountaineering bag and said: "Multi-copter. But those idiots had to give it a new name. What is it called - the ultimate general-purpose spider aircraft, this one is No. 1

machine……"

Fatty Wang: "Uh...oh. It sounds very professional..."

It seemed that he didn't understand this geek. And Qi Feng was unable to complain about this burning home soul. He didn't say anything and only hung up the precious SLR that he had borrowed from Lao Feng and bought it just a few months ago. He almost couldn't put it down.

Under the belly of the aircraft (Qi Feng only said that it was used for outdoor photography, and did not dare to say that it was used for aerial photography with an unmanned aerial vehicle, otherwise Lao Feng would definitely be worried about himself), and then connected it to an interface of the aircraft with a shutter cable

——He used a multi-purpose tool to automatically generate an external remote sensing control module in the middle of the night last night. The theoretical control distance is 50,000 kilometers. Anyway, it is no problem to fly around the earth from synchronous orbit - as long as it can fly up.

"Okay. Let's go." After checking, Qi Feng placed the No. 1 unit on the ground. Controlled by the Fruit Generation, which appeared to be a mobile phone but had been modified into a multi-purpose input and output display module, it slowly took off.

On the side, the notebook Qi Feng took out had already begun to display the synchronization screen.

Fatty Wang shook his head and smacked his lips: "...it's you young people who are so good after all...high technology..." With such an old-fashioned look, he himself shouldn't be able to compete with Qi Feng. He now roughly understands Qi Feng

What are you going to do?

After all these movements, of course, curious people gradually gathered around. The old Taoist priest with a skinny body and a fat throat also put away his "Lightning Strike Wood Turf" and came to see what Qi Feng was playing.

The new handle. After taking a look at it, he nodded his head and praised: "Not bad, not bad. It has such a wonderful effect! In this way, the little friend looking for a dragon, observing sand, observing water, and tapping acupuncture points is as natural as looking at lines with the palm of your hand... Hey,

Unfortunately……"

Fatty Wang stopped the old Taoist priest and said, "Hey, hey, you are very old. Are you tired of playing these tricks all day long? Are you talking about using hooks to catch people? They are all old Chinese medicine doctors, no one else.

This is a strange prescription. You old man, just go and have a rest, and your fellow travelers will not look at you, and it will be indecent to look at you!"

The old Taoist priest was snatched away by Fatty Wang. He snorted, shook his sleeves and turned away.

Qi Feng smiled and said: "You are so disrespectful of the elderly and the virtuous..."

Fatty Wang said seriously: "A person who digs food in a pit must follow some rules. He is too out of his way. Look at others..." As he said this, he pointed to other colleagues beside him. Although they were curious, they all stood a little apart.

The distance was not close. "You can't look at this casually."

Qi Feng didn't care. He glanced at the old Taoist priest who was walking away and suddenly asked: "What is the lightning-struck wooden site? I think the old Taoist looks very precious..."

"Thunder strikes a tree?" Fatty Wang was startled: "That's rare. If a drought thunder hits a jujube, willow or peach tree, and the thunder hits the ground but the tree survives, the part struck by lightning is the wood struck by lightning. That's the problem.

The difficulty lies in the fact that it must be a drought-induced thunderstorm. Real lightning-strike trees are hard to find..."

Qi Feng's heart moved after hearing this: "How much can it be sold for?"

Fatty Wang grinned: "It's hard to find, but it's not easy to sell. These things are almost all fake. They cost five yuan a piece on Taobao - they are all processed. There is no way, it's really hard to tell the authenticity."

Qi Feng couldn't help but sigh, another way to make a fortune was gone. Otherwise, he could find a tree, cover it with thunder talismans, and chop it to death. Don't be afraid, he would simultaneously pour it with water mixed with heavenly jade dew, and he wouldn't be able to chop it to death.

Qi Feng thinks that the lightning strike wood produced in such a mass production must at least be a green equipment? It's a pity... fakes disrupt the market, and bad currency drives out good currency, making it impossible for genuine products to survive.

Qi Feng's new gadgets only caused a small stir. Everyone was curious for a few minutes and then went back to do their own things. In their opinion, Qi Feng was just playing tricks, to put it bluntly.

It is to climb high and look at the shape. This is the method of the "Situational School" that pays attention to the shape. Most of the people present are following the "Liqi School" approach. After all, they usually help people to check the Feng Shui of the house. There is no terrain to see. What is inside the house?

The Bagua, yin and yang, stems, branches and five elements have always been the focus of their research. More importantly, there are more tricks in it. A small house can produce all kinds of articles - which is conducive to the expansion of various charging items.

At this time, the "uniform team" each held a large stack of folders and distributed one to each of the masters present. After receiving it, Qi Feng opened it and saw that there was an A4 paper and a pen in the folder.

There is only one question on the paper. Please give an overview of the feng shui of the second phase of the villa and whether there are any mistakes or omissions.

Immediately, someone started writing on the answer paper. Qi Feng looked at it from a distance and soon the master had written half of the paper - it was a complete waste to be a Feng Shui master at this writing speed...

Fatty Wang took the folder and took a look at it, "Hey, your No. 1 aircraft has been flying up for a long time, have you seen anything? I guess this thing should be regarded as a bidding document. If the writing is wrong, just get out...

…”

Qi Feng shook his head with a grimace: "This is not a bidding document. It is obviously an examination paper, and there is no chance to make up the exam. The exams in my own school this year are already stressful enough, and what's more..."

At this time, someone had already "handed in the paper". There was a big sheet of paper, which was the idea of ​​being the first to get there and treat others first.

Qi Feng looked up and saw that a uniform team handed the first answer sheet collected to the Young Master's family. The returnee Gege Dang looked at it, smiled at the fat monk and nodded, "Thank you, Master, for your advice." He turned around and ordered.

Said: "Seal a red envelope to this master and ask him to go and rest."

The uniform team immediately came out holding a thick red sealed bag and handed it to the monk. He raised his hand and politely guided him to another place.

Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment, "This is considered to have passed? What should we do? Master, you are really not in a hurry. You don't even have to rush here. Why don't you write some opinions?"

Qi Feng smiled and said: "Then the monk has failed the exam, so he will be asked to quit immediately..."

Fatty Wang was surprised: "How do you know?"

Qi Feng muttered: "I told you, the problem here must be quite serious. I just saw it. The monk boasted a lot and said that the feng shui here is very good, but there are only some details that need to be fine-tuned... This answer is useless at first glance.

Already."

Fatty Wang turned his head to estimate the distance. He was shocked by Qi Feng's field of vision. He smacked his lips and sighed: "I didn't expect this girl to be so bold. The one who chased her away would receive such a big red envelope."

Qi Feng shrugged: "If you have money, you can be willful...but there are advantages. He received a big red envelope and went out. He must have thought that the feng shui job was done and the owner was satisfied, so he would not suspect anything happened here." problem...there will be no bad influence..."

Fatty Wang thought the same thing. He looked to the side and saw that half of the people were busy writing. Only the skinny old Taoist just wrote a few strokes and then closed the folder. Fatty Wang poked Qi Feng with his elbow: "Ahem, did you see clearly what the old man wrote?"

"Just three words..."

"What?"

"There is something evil!"

Fatty Wang was startled: "Oh! Doesn't that mean he hit a dead rat?" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

ps: Ahem...it's another sad day of the year. I would like to update and commemorate the death of the great bourgeois fighter, strategist, thinker, revolutionary, and Allied marshal Yang Wen-li...well, it's not that far away yet. It will take more than 1,500 years to wait.

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