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"Good morning!" Wen Fei said hello and realized that it seemed that it was already afternoon.

"Brother Wen," the bald man was very polite: "Our boss Huang asked me to send you a car to drive." He said, pointing to the off-road vehicle outside: "Hummer H3."

Even if Wen Fei is a otakus, he cannot have heard of the name of Hummer as a man. He couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't this car stopped production?" He seemed to remember that the Hummer seemed to have gone bankrupt. This car is smaller than H2 and is not as domineering as H2.

"Hehe," the bald man smiled and said, "This car was bought by our boss Huang a few years ago. He doesn't like driving such off-road vehicles. He parked in the garage and covered with dust. This time I will give it to you Brother Wen!" As he said that, he handed over the key.

Wen Fei smiled and said, "Thank you Boss Huang on my behalf... No, I'll call myself." He was very interested in this car, and felt that he had to rely on a truck to return to the Northern Song Dynasty to transport goods. Although this Hummer is large in space, he can't pull much if he really wants to transport goods.

Seeing that it was Wen Fei's call, Huang Sheng immediately smiled heartily and said, "Brother, are you awake? How about you? Did you see the car I gave you?"

Wen Fei said: "Thank you, Brother Huang, such a valuable thing!"

Huang Sheng smiled and said, "Why are you doing so polite? I, an old man, can't drive such things. I bought this car and I have been sleeping in the garage. It's just right to drive it for young people like you. It's called Hummer Gift Heroes... Haha."

After a few nonsense, Wen Fei touched his chin and thought to himself, it seemed that Secretary Chen was Huang Sheng’s backer, otherwise he would not have invested such a lot of capital.

Huang Sheng was thoughtful and sent someone to deliver the car, but also helped him get rid of the box of goods. This kind of thing was a piece of cake in Huang Sheng's hands, but in Wen Fei's opinion, it was very troublesome. He didn't care which repair shop or mysterious place the box of goods was sent to, and when he was seen, he would call the police, and he might be regarded as a hit-and-runner. But for Huang Sheng, there was no problem at all. This was the biggest difference between having power and not having power!

Although he is rich now, Wen Fei is still alone. He is still similar to a common citizen, so he has such troubles.

Wen Fei drove the car all the way back. Although he didn't have a driver's license, he drove such a great car. As long as there was no traffic accident, there would be no traffic police stop him to see his driver's license. At this time, his parents should be still at work. Wen Fei wondered if he should let the second elder retire earlier. Anyway, there was so much money in the bank. When he thought of this, he suddenly realized that he could not always put the money on this account and had to transfer it out.

I went home and got my parents' ID card, ran to several banks to open a few accounts, and then transferred the money. I was busy all afternoon and Zhang Yu called me. The first sentence was: "Taoist, we sent it!"

Wen Fei was inexplicably , but Zhang Yu shouted: "These Song versions of books are very valuable. I asked someone to read them. At least several million..."

Wen Fei yawned and couldn't get interested at all. For him, it was not difficult to make money now. For someone like him who does not have too high material requirements, there is enough money now, and no matter how much it is, it is just a number in the bank.

"I have said it a long time ago that the money is yours. I just want that gun!" When talking about June 4th, Wen Fei felt scared. He forgot to bring it to the Northern Song Dynasty last time. Otherwise, he would be able to defend himself. Moreover, he did not encounter any danger when he went to the Northern Song Dynasty in these few times. He is not even wearing a spike-proof suit...

"Your one is not June 4th," Zhang Yu blushed a little: "It's a PPK pistol. Our Chinese 52 and June 4th are both imitated, and they have similar appearances, so I admit it wrong. It's probably something from the 1930s and 1940s, and it's probably only used as antiques at most!"

After saying this, Wen Fei felt a little chill. He originally wanted to be self-defense, but no matter how well the things from the 1930s and 1940s were maintained, who knew that they could still be used or not? If they were loaded and fired, they would be in trouble.

"If you want to make a gun, I can help you!" Zhang Yu said mysteriously.

"Really or not?" Wen Fei was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Can I still lie to you? 92..." Zhang Yu lowered his voice: "But it's much more advanced!"

Wen Fei was so moved that he hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll leave it all to you. If something goes wrong, don't implicate me!"

"Don't worry!" Zhang Yu's chest slapped.

The next morning, Wen Fei followed Huang Sheng out of the city. This time, Wen Fei did not drive, and rode Huang Sheng's Audi and arrived at a sanatorium built by the reservoir.

Wen Fei never knew that there was such a place not far from the city, and there was such a beautiful place and very quiet. Large areas of forest surrounded the entire reservoir and became isolated from the world. Only this cement road leads to the sanatorium.

The entire sanatorium looks more like a resort, with villas built inside. However, they are all Russian-style and look a bit old. I think this sanatorium has existed earlier.

Wen Fei sighed. This was the first time he had come into contact with a corner of privilege in China. If Wen Fei had not seen it with his own eyes today, he would have absolutely no idea.

Wen Fei did not dare to look around all the way. After checking in a villa, he saw a fat man sitting in the garden basking in the sun. When he saw it, he looked familiar. It was the guy who was scared to death by himself last time. Unexpectedly, this guy was the young master of Secretary Chen's family. Wen Fei felt embarrassed. Fortunately, no one knew that he was scared like this by himself.

Mr. Chen sat outside the door basking in the sun, his eyes were dull, and he looked really scared. It seemed that this was not the first time Huang Sheng has been here. The two staff members inside whispered: "Director Chen has been frightened, and he is a little too frightened. Don't stimulate him!"

As he was talking, Section Chief Chen suddenly screamed: "Ghost, ghost!" The man jumped up in fear, pointed to a corner and said: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

Wen Fei looked up and naturally couldn't see anything. But he saw the fat man named Chen Zhenghe, pointing to a corner of a villa and shouting: "Where are ghosts!"

The place was covered with thick shade, but it was a corner of the garden lawn, which looked pleasant. But I didn’t know if it was a psychological effect, but Wen Fei felt a chill when he looked over.

"That's it," a staff member said helplessly: "Director Chen shouted that there were ghosts everywhere. It was much better in this sanatorium!"
Chapter completed!