Chapter 97 Phaeton

Feng Jun did not tell the other party that this was true, but continued to ask with interest, "Then how big the autumn wind are you planning to fight?"

This was not a good thing to say, but the tall and strong man still answered bravely, "One, one or two hundred."

"You're lying," Feng Jun pointed out without hesitation, "But... you didn't cause me any substantial harm. So, besides this spray gun, how many firearms are there?"

There are also two long guns in the car, one is a five-shot shotgun and the other is a 56-shot submachine gun.

The five-shot burst has twenty bullets, the five-sixth burst has seventy bullets, and two magazines.

"Throw the guns on the ground," Feng Jun instructed them unceremoniously, "Also, of the four boxes of money, you can only take away three boxes, and leave three million as compensation. Do you have any objections?"

Who dares to have an opinion? The gold diggers picked up three boxes of money, helped the injured man up, and the two Mercedes-Benz cars drove away.

Everyone was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk. They lost three million in vain and the business was a loss.

After driving for a while, the woman spoke tremblingly, "Boss, I'm sorry, the loss will be deducted from my share."

"You and Diaoyan are each responsible for half the effort," the tall and strong man said coldly. At this moment, he was full of evil fire. "Damn you, you are blind. Can you clearly see who you have provoked?"

"I see clearly," the woman replied in a murmur, "I never thought there would be someone who can use the wind to tap acupuncture points... Fortunately, he is not good at martial arts."

Her eyesight is better than that of the boss, otherwise she would not dare to boast casually.

However, she was afraid, but the other party did not knock down her younger brother at once, but borrowed an extra powerful crossbow, which showed that her kung fu was still a bit lacking.

"Nah," the tall and strong man cursed angrily, "Let's not talk about whether he has good kung fu or not. His master can always practice it well, right?"

"Ah?" The woman was dumbfounded when she heard this, "He also has a master? How did you know, boss?"

"I don't know anything," the tall, strong man snorted, "I'm just asking you... do you dare to guarantee that he doesn't have a master?"

The woman was silent for a long time, then raised her hand and said, "Boss, you are right, he is so young, it is normal for him to have a master, and he can also point the wind to tap acupuncture points... What kind of internal strength do you think he practices, the magical power of snapping his fingers?"

The corner of the tall man's mouth twitched, "He also has the Six Meridians Divine Sword. How could I know this..."

After the two Mercedes-Benz cars left, Feng Jun smoked a cigarette and looked around for no one before picking up the three guns thrown on the ground.

He has never been in the underworld, but the way he is dealing with things now is in compliance with the rules of the underworld.

Gun involvement has always been a big deal in China. It was hard to tell whether there were souls under the three guns of the gold diggers, so he couldn't grab the guns and could only ask the other party to throw them down.

In the future, once the gold diggers are caught by the police, the police will definitely ask them to report them and commit crimes.

You can imagine that when the situation reaches that point, it is really difficult to say whether these guys can hold on and stop biting.

In this case, Feng Jun may be involved - the gun was robbed by him.

He asked the other party to throw the gun to the ground, which gave him room for maneuver - I didn't grab the gun, I just thought it was not a good thing, so I asked them to throw it away.

This does not have much room for maneuver, and it is not convincing, but it is a layer of insurance after all.

If guns were not involved, even if the police were to track down Feng Jun, it would only be a private sale of gold, not a big deal.

In the same way, he also wanted to steal the other party's Mercedes-Benz, but it was also the car of the gold diggers, and it would be troublesome to steal it.

Anyway, the other party tried to rob him, but he left three million and three guns. He made a lot of money.

Guns are a good thing. He had always wanted to get one before, but failed to get one, so he settled for the next best thing and bought a powerful crossbow.

After driving away from the scene, he called Wang Haifeng and agreed to meet at the entrance of the park.

After reuniting, he transferred a suitcase, two small boxes and two long guns to Coach Wang's Audi.

The two guns were wrapped with newspapers, but Wang Haifeng was not a stickler for rules. When he saw the newspapers, his eyes lit up, "I said, what are those?"

Feng Jun glanced at him and said, "I'll just put it down and take it away soon... Are you sure you want to know?"

"Forget it," Wang Haifeng smiled and shook his head, but then he asked again, "What kind of mine are you running? It required explosives a while ago, and now it's this kind of thing. How can it be so dangerous?"

"It won't be dangerous soon," Feng Jun replied with a smile, and then patted him on the shoulder, "I will return the car first, and then go buy a car. You can give me some suggestions."

Returning the car is easy. When buying the car, Wang Haifeng suggested seriously, "If you want a good car and want to be low-key, then... buy a Phaeton. It will be low-key enough to make you doubt your life."

Feng Jun looked at him thoughtfully, "Is this... the Passat's brother you are talking about?"

"That's right," Wang Haifeng nodded triumphantly, "Others only think you drive a Passat, but you don't say anything. If someone provokes you in a blind way, you tell them... I drive a Phaeton, and this slap... Face, how good is it?"

"Does it feel good?" Feng Jun looked at him suspiciously, "Why do I feel that you are deliberately showing off, a bit... like a nouveau riche?"

"You know a thing," Wang Haifeng snorted disdainfully, "A serious brand-name suit is not Armani, it is hand-sewn... Do you understand?"

Feng Jun thought for a long time, but still shook his head, "I just feel that you are holding back your energy to destroy me. This mentality is really unhealthy... Why don't you buy Phaeton?"

Wang Haifeng rolled his eyes at him and replied confidently, "I want to pick up girls...can I use Phaeton?"

"You are a good family man!" Feng Jun glared at him fiercely, "I only need to pick up girls... No, I want to buy a BMW."

"BMW?" Wang Haifeng glanced at him sideways and spoke disdainfully, "I said you are a private mining operator, why are you so high-profile? Are you afraid that the tax bureau won't notice you?"

Feng Jun was also wary of this, "Forget it, then I'll just buy a cheap one and drive around... let's just say Passat."

He already has three modified motorcycles, one modified agricultural vehicle, and an all-terrain vehicle soon. Adding a Passat to the mix is ​​a bit too much.

But running back and forth between the two planes, the situations are very complicated, and different situations require different needs.

Especially in the real world, it is really inconvenient for him not to have a car. He can't borrow someone else's car every time.

The two came to a Volkswagen 4S store and saw an Audi Q7 parked at the door. The beautiful shopping guide rushed out of the door and said, "Hello, sir, do you want to see the car?"

It's really easy to buy a model like Passat, especially since Feng Jun doesn't have any requirements for configuration. He only has one condition: as long as it's in stock.

It only took half an hour to pay and pick up the car, which was about the same as an old lady going to the market to buy potatoes.

The beautiful shopping guide gave Feng Jun a business card and said with a smile, "Thank you very much for your business. This is my contact information. I will serve you wholeheartedly."

Feng Jun glanced around and found that Wang Haifeng was talking to two young women - they were also here to see the car. One of them looked very eye-catching, and Coach Wang liked to tease such people.

Since Wang Haifeng was not paying attention here, Feng Jun asked quickly in a low voice, "This... I have some extra private requests and I need your help. You won't refuse, right?"

The beautiful shopping guide was startled at first, and then a blush appeared on her face. She hesitated for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice, "This...as long as it's not too much, I can consider it, but there are some services that you have to offer. The price of my heart.”

"Um...price?" Feng Junzheng was squinting at Wang Haifeng. After hearing this, he looked back at her and said in shock, "I want to buy another Phaeton, the same color. Please help me ask how many days it will arrive. , I said...what are you thinking about?"

The beauty's face was originally slightly red, but after hearing this, it suddenly turned bright red, like a prawn cooked in oil in a pot. She looked at the other party in astonishment, "You, you are joking..."

She felt that she was being teased, and this guy was really bad - if you are interested in buying a car, just say so. Being so sneaky, doesn't it force me to think in the wrong direction?

"Shh," Feng Jun frowned, raised a finger, and looked at her unhappily, "Keep your voice down, I don't want him to know, do you understand?"

Only then did the beauty react, so she lowered her voice and said, "So you want to hide it from him?"

Her demeanor has returned to normal, but the blush on her face will not go away for a while.

Wang Haifeng added to the prestige of the two young women and walked over with a smile, "Boss Feng, what are you doing, making this little girl's face so red?"

"You should think more about yourself," Feng Jun glanced at him disdainfully, "I'm just blushing. Be careful of your knees getting swollen tonight."

Wang Haifeng pointed at him and said helplessly, "You guy, you are becoming less and less good at chatting."

When the two of them left the car dealership, Coach Wang asked Feng Jun where he planned to go, and then he was surprised, "Are you planning to... stay in a hotel?"

He could guess that the other party's three boxes must be full of valuables, and the two long guns couldn't be discovered. How do you feel about staying in a hotel with these things?

"No way, I don't have a house here," Feng Jun spread his hands helplessly, "Otherwise, you can help me inquire about a villa. It needs to be big. It doesn't matter if it's a little remote, as long as the transportation is convenient."

"You have to ask Zhang Wei about this matter. There are many high-end clients in securities companies," Wang Haifeng rejected him without hesitation. "I don't want to deal with those real estate companies, and I don't know the people from the agency."

When Feng Jun heard this, he remembered that he seemed to know a relatively dedicated agency boy.

The young man answered the phone very quickly, as if he was standing by the phone. After hearing Feng Jun's request, he immediately patted his chest and promised, "Okay, leave this matter to me... There is probably a budget for your investment." ?"

(Second update, congratulations to the alliance leader, "The Lollipop Seller". I still owe the fourth update, so take your time.)