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"Morning!" Wen Fei said hello and reacted, it seemed that it was already afternoon.

"Brother Wen," the bald head was very polite: "Our Boss Huang asked me to send you a car to drive." He pointed to the off-road vehicle outside: "Hummer H3." ”

Even if Wen Fei is an otaku, it is impossible for a man not to have heard of the name of Hummer. He couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't this car discontinued?" He seemed to remember that the Hummer seemed to be out of business. This car is a little smaller than the H2, and it is not as domineering as the H2.

"Hehe," said the bald head with a smile: "This car was bought by our Boss Huang a few years ago, and he doesn't like to drive this kind of off-road vehicle, so he parked it in the garage and covered with dust, this time it will be given to Brother Wen!" he handed over the key.

Wen Fei smiled: "Thank you on my behalf, Boss Huang...... No, I'll call myself. He was generally interested in this car, and felt that if he returned to the Northern Song Dynasty to pull goods, he had to rely on trucks. Although this Hummer has a lot of space, it can't really pull much goods.

Seeing that it was Wen Fei's call, Huang Sheng suddenly smiled heartily: "Brother, how are you waking up?"

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

Huang Sheng smiled: "My own family, why are you so polite." I'm an old man, and I can't drive this kind of thing. I bought the car and slept in the garage all the time. It's just right for a young person like you. It's called Humvee Gift Heroes...... Ha ha. ”

After a few nonsense sentences, Wen Fei touched his chin and said in his heart, it seems that this Secretary Chen is Huang Sheng's backer, otherwise he would not have invested such a big capital.

Huang Sheng thought thoughtfully, and sent someone over not only to deliver the car, but also to help him dispose of the box of goods. This kind of thing is a piece of cake in Huang Sheng's hands, but in Wen Fei's opinion, it is very troublesome. He doesn't care which repair shop or mysterious place the box of goods is sent to, and if he is seen, he will call the police casually, and if he doesn't do well, he will be regarded as a traffic hit-and-run. And with Huang Sheng, there is no problem at all, this is the biggest difference between having power and not having power!

Although he is rich now, Wen Fei is still alone, and he is still about the same as a small citizen, so he will have this kind of trouble.

Wen Fei drove the car all the way back, although he didn't have a driver's license, but he drove such a good car, as long as it wasn't a traffic accident, no traffic police would stop him to look at his driver's license. At this time, his parents should still be working, and Wen Fei wondered if he should let the second elder retire earlier. Anyway, there is still so much money in the bank, and when I think of this, I suddenly realize that I can't keep putting that money in this account all the time, I have to transfer it.

I went home and went directly to get my parents' ID cards, went to several banks to open a few accounts, and then transferred the money. It was a busy afternoon, and Changyu's phone called. The first sentence is: "Taoist priest, we sent it!"

Wen Fei was inexplicable, but he heard Zhang Yu shouting: "These Song books are very valuable, I asked someone to take a look." At least a few million......"

Wen Fei yawned, completely uninterested, for him, it was not difficult to make money now. And for a person like him, whose material requirements are not too high, there is enough money now, and no matter how much it is, it is just a number in the bank.

"As I said a long time ago, the money is yours. I just need that gun!" Speaking of June Fourth, Wen Fei felt afraid for a while, he actually forgot to bring it to the Northern Song Dynasty last time. Otherwise, at least he could defend himself, and he didn't encounter danger when he went to the Northern Song Dynasty several times, and he didn't even wear a stab-proof suit now......

"Your one is not June Fourth," Zhang Yu blushed a little: "It's a PPK pistol, our Chinese May 2 and June Fourth are all imitations, and the appearance is somewhat similar, so I admit that I am wrong." It's probably from the thirties and forties, and it's probably used as an antique at most!"

As soon as he said this, Wen Fei felt a little chill in his heart. Originally, I wanted to do a self-defense, but the things of the thirties and forties, no matter how well they were maintained, who knows if they can still be used?

"If you want to get a gun, I can get one for you!" Zhang Yushen said mysteriously.

"Really?" Wen Fei was skeptical.

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

Wen Fei's heart was pounding, and he hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll leave all the matter to you, if something goes wrong, don't bother me!"

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

Early the next morning, Wen Fei followed Huang Sheng out of the city. This time, Wen Fei didn't drive, and sat in Huang Sheng's Audi, speeding all the way. Come to a sanatorium built on the edge of a reservoir.

Wen Fei never knew that there was such a place, not far from the city, there was such a beautiful place, and it was very quiet. The entire reservoir was surrounded by large forests and became isolated from the rest of the world. There is only this concrete road, which leads to the sanatorium.

The whole sanatorium looks more like a resort, with villas built inside. But it's all Russian style, it looks like it's been a few years, and it's relatively early to come to this sanatorium to save zài.

Wen Fei sighed, this is the first time he has come into contact with the corner of the privilege in China. If Wen Fei hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he would never have imagined it.

Wen Fei didn't dare to look at it all the way, and after checking into a villa in a proper manner, he saw a fat man sitting in the garden basking in the sun. At first glance, it is really familiar, it is the guy who was scared half to death by himself last time. Unexpectedly, this guy is actually the son of Secretary Chen's family, and Wen Fei is embarrassed in his heart. Fortunately, no one knew that he was actually scared like this.

That Chen Gongzi sat outside the door basking in the sun, his eyes were dull, and he really looked like he was scared stupid. It didn't seem that Huang Sheng had come here for the first time, and the two staff members inside said softly: "Director Chen has been frightened, and he is a little frightened. Don't irritate him!"

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

Wen Fei raised his eyes and saw that he naturally couldn't see anything. But when he saw this fat man named Chen Zhenghe, he pointed to a corner of a villa and shouted, "Where are the ghosts!"

It was covered in thick shade, but it was a corner of the garden lawn, and it looked pleasant. But I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Wen Fei looked at it and felt cold.

"That's it," a staff member said helplessly: "Director Chen screams that there are ghosts everywhere, and it's much better in this sanatorium!"