Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 717
At No. 7 Xiangshan Road, in a two-story European-style country house, Feinan met Mr. Sun who had just moved in with his wife.

This is a house bought by overseas Chinese living in Canada and given to Mr. Sun. It is of great significance, and Mr. Sun loves this place very much.

So, after cleaning out, he moved in with his wife.

"Haha! Toshisuke did not disappoint me!"

Mr. Sun held a telegram and laughed heartily, very happy.

He smiled and read the telegram twice before handing it to Feinan.

Feinan took it, scanned it, and understood why Mr. Sun was so happy.

The telegram was sent from Hunan, and the sender was Bin Bucheng.

It was written in the telegram that Bin Bucheng had verified the working principle of the locking mechanism in the design drawings sent by Mr. Sun, and had already built a sample by hand, and the experimental results were very good.

He also mentioned that the manufacturing process of this kind of mechanism is relatively complicated, and it also needs to use long springs. If it is made by hand, the efficiency will be very low.

But even this is enough to make Mr. Sun happy, because he has proved the feasibility of this automatic rifle.

It doesn't matter if it's difficult to make, what Mr. Sun is afraid of is that it won't work.

Smoking, Mr. Sun paced back and forth twice, suddenly stopped in front of the desk, and patted the table lightly: "Just do as you say! Distribute the parts to several arsenals for OEM, and then assemble them uniformly in Hunan." !"

Feinan reminded: "You can't show up for this matter, and neither can your subordinates, otherwise it will be noticed by interested people, and it will easily attract unnecessary attention."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun nodded in agreement, pondered for a moment, and asked, "What has Ah Qiang been up to lately?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Feinan's mouth: "He occasionally caught a cold and rested in the hotel, and he is almost recovered."

"Oh, all right."

Mr. Sun pointedly said: "When he gets better in the next two days, you can bring him to my place and introduce a friend to you."

Feinan immediately agreed: "Okay, how about tomorrow?"

Mr. Sun thought for a while: "The day after tomorrow! My friend will accompany the old mother to Jing'an Temple to fulfill his vows tomorrow, so he will be free the day after tomorrow."

"Then let's bother you the day after tomorrow!"

Feinan got up with a smile, and said goodbye: "Then I won't disturb Mr.'s rest, and I will leave."

Mr. Sun held Feinan's hand very enthusiastically and walked him to the door before stopping.

On the way back, Feinan was in a good mood.

Mr. Sun took the initiative to mention Xu Wenqiang, and also said that he would introduce friends, the meaning is already obvious.

With his guarantee, half of the seats of directors of the Bureau of Industry and Commerce have been secured.

Back at the hotel, Feinan planned to go straight to Xu Wenqiang to discuss the follow-up arrangements, but was stopped by the lobby manager.

"Mr. Fei, here is your invitation letter, which was sent by the French consulate."

After receiving the invitation letter, Feinan opened it and saw that the French Consulate would hold a Lantern Festival Ball on the day of Lantern Festival, inviting people from all walks of life in Shanghai to attend and celebrate the festive season together.

The French consul specially sent an invitation letter, wanting to invite Feinan to participate.

It seems that guy still remembers about alchemy!

Putting away the invitation letter, Feinan found Xu Wenqiang and told him about his visit to Mr. Sun's mansion the day after tomorrow.

After all, Feinan reminded him: "The election of the directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce requires a unified vote of representatives from all walks of life. Winning Mr. Sun's support does not mean success. You have to find ways to win votes from the representatives of public opinion. "

"I know."

Xu Wenqiang said seriously: "In the past two days, I will reorganize the gangs as soon as possible, and then I will start to contact those representatives."

Feinan nodded: "Bring more people and more money, and I won't show up. In the afternoon, I'll take you to see Long Si and settle the casino viewing.

Those underlings of the hall master were scattered, so they must have opinions, and if they were given some meat to eat, they would have less opinions. "

Xu Wenqiang's eyes were a little cold: "I have a sense of proportion, they dare not have any opinions."

"it is good."

Feinan thought for a while and asked, "How's Ding Li going?"

Xu Wenqiang looked a little sad: "I sent someone to bail him out yesterday, but he was picked up by Feng Jingyao's men the day before yesterday."

"It's good that people are fine, and when we have a chance to meet again in the future, it's good to speak clearly."

Feinan comforted him, patted him on the shoulder, and got up to leave.

Ah* and Fatty Cong were sitting at the table eating oranges, when they saw him coming, they got up quickly.

They lived with Xu Wenqiang, saying that they lived together, but actually they were watching them and not letting them run around.

Seeing Ah*, Fei Nan stopped in his tracks, looked him up and down, then suddenly reached out and patted his head.

Ah* closed her eyes and shrank her head to dodge, but she didn't dodge and got hit.

With Feinan's current strength, even if he held back his strength, it would be enough to slap this one.

Ah* shrank her head, grinned and rubbed the top of her head, and asked fearfully, "Brother Nan, why did you hit me?"

"Try your skills."

Feinan grabbed his palm and looked at it. Apart from being skinny and black, it was no different from ordinary people's palms.

Letting go, Feinan asked, "Have you practiced martial arts?"

"Practiced."

A*'s tone was a little guilty, and he said with a dry smile: "Although you are not as strong as Brother Nan, but for ordinary guys, I can hit ten...three...one or two is definitely not a problem! Haha!"

He scratched the back of his head, grinning stiffly.

Feinan's finger snapping skill was still fresh in his memory. He was afraid that Feinan would be in trouble if he wanted to compete with him on a whim.

He knew very well that the so-called Tathagata Palm that he practiced was nothing more than a pirated comic book sold to him by a beggar for only five cents a piece, and it was not on the table at all.

However, what he didn't know was that Feinan was not so interested in his five-cent Tathagata palm.

Looking at him, Feinan couldn't help thinking.

This kid was beaten severely before being opened up to Ren Du's second channel, and he soared into the sky.

Would it have the same effect if I beat this guy up?

Feinan seriously thought about the feasibility, but finally dismissed the idea.

Huoyun Cthulhu helped him get through the two lines of Ren and Du, and luck probably played a major factor.

If he came to beat him up, if he was beaten to death, the gain would outweigh the loss. Who could he find to learn the palm of the Tathagata?

Thinking of this, Fei Nan patted Ah* on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, you have to run around the restaurant for me a hundred times. When will you finish running and when will you have dinner?"

"what?"

A* widened her eyes.

Feinan stared at him, raised one hand, curled his middle finger, and said with a sneer, "I'll stare at you, and if I miss a lap, I'll break one of your bones, do you understand?"

Ah* tried her best to hide her head back, and nodded in fear.

Feinan looked at Fatty Cong, and ordered: "You keep an eye on him tomorrow and help him run a few laps. If there are only a few laps, I will break one of your bones, understand?"

Fat Zaicong held half an orange and nodded desperately.

(End of this chapter)