"Master Qi, I heard your family Xingcheng say that you were originally the workshop director of the carburetor workshop of the gasoline engine factory?"

"Yes, I have been working there since the establishment of the gasoline engine factory, and I have been working there for decades. ”

"So you're always highly accomplished in carburetors, right?"

Qi Lan smiled: "What are your attainments, but I have built carburetors all my life, and I still have a little research on carburetors." ”

"Have you studied the carburetor on your motorcycle?"

"Motorcycles?" Qi Lan shook his head, they all produced carburetors used in the gasoline engines of automobiles, and they had never fiddled with them on motorcycles.

"Actually, the principles are all the same, does Master Qi have any plans to study motorcycle carburetors?"

The gasoline engine factory is a factory that supports FAW, and has made dozens of carburetors for FAW, and it should be unsurpassed in terms of domestic carburetors.

Qi Lan plans to fool Qi Lan and let him study the carburetor of the motorcycle, the current motorcycle is still far away from the era of EFI, and the carburetor is still the mainstream.

"Although the principle is the same, the structure is very different, I am old, but I have more than enough strength. ”

Qi Lan seems to be ready to spend his old age with peace of mind.

Wan Feng did not go further on this topic, but shifted the topic to the gasoline engine plant.

After the topic shifted to the gasoline engine factory, Wan Feng knocked on the side and talked with Qi Lan for more than an hour.

Finally got some things done about the gasoline engine plant.

The final topic returned to Junzilan again.

The Junzi Lanli cultivated by Qi Lan really has a few good superlatives.

"Master Qi, do you have any intention of selling these flowers in a few days?"

"Which pot do you mean?"

Wan Feng pointed to a pot of sixteen or seventeen leaves with seven or eight garlic-like flower bones.

"You want to buy it?"

"If you have the intention of selling, I will keep this pot of flower face when the time comes, and I will give you 6,000?"

Qi Lan was taken aback: "Six thousand?"

"Too little?"

"No, it's too much, although Junzilan is very valuable, it's not worth so much money, right?"

It is not yet crazy, and the variety Chenglan that is a little better than crazy is almost at this price as long as the quality is good.

"Then it's decided, I'll come and get this pot of flowers when the time comes. ”

"Young man, you are a flower cultivator, what are you buying it for? ”

This pot of flowers Wan Feng is going to give a gift, but he doesn't have the time to cultivate this thing.

When Junzi Orchid was at its most popular, people in Changchun City exchanged it for household appliances and cars, and some people used it as gifts.

However, Wan Feng didn't say anything about gifts, only about collections.

Now I have inquired clearly, and the gasoline engine factory is also located in the Green Park, just two streets away from Qi Lan's house.

That's a lot easier.

The current director of the gasoline engine is called Wu Zihua.

Wan Feng is going to find a way to get to know Wu Zihua in the next two days.

Knowing the news he wanted, Wan Feng said goodbye to Qi Lan.

When they returned to Sanchahe, Yang Jianguo, Han Meng, and Zhao Gang had already returned from the room and bought seven Zanxin double-barreled shotguns.

A shotgun cost more than 200 yuan, seven guns cost more than 1,700 yuan, and the rest of the money was used to buy gunpowder cartridges, gun sand, etc.

In front of Tengfei's house is a large pond, the kind in a wild state, and there is no one on the other side of the pond.

In fact, cleaning this pond for fish farming is definitely a way to get rich, but unfortunately the people here have not yet discovered this business opportunity.

Wan Feng picked up a calibrated gun, loaded it and walked to the edge of the pond and fired a shot into the pond.

The sound of gunfire echoed loudly over the pond, echoing far away.

"In the future, whether it is morning, noon or evening, give me a few shots at this pond if you have nothing to do. Wan Feng said to Yang Jianguo and others.

"Where are you going?" asked Li Mingdou stupidly.

"If you can hit the fish, you will make a lot of money. ”

Fishing with a gun is as unreliable as cutting off the ears of a pig.

Why is Li Mingdou's head so stupid, if you don't find a hairy girl in the future, it will not be tolerated.

"Why do you want to hear it?"

"Are you still going to shoot people? I can tell you that even if someone comes to snatch our flower seedlings, this shot can't be shot at people, just put it in the sky to scare people. ”

To listen is to tell people in the neighborhood that we have guns, and there are many of them.

"Then what if you can't be scared?" Li Mingdou is considered to be better than Wan Feng today, and he will not give up until he gets to the bottom of it.

This is also a problem, and there is also the possibility that the gangsters will not be able to be frightened if their eyes are red.

"You can hit your legs. Yang Jianguo interjected at this time.

"We can use chicken litter to reduce the amount of gun litter, and just hit the leg so that the opponent can't move. ”

Chicken litter is the smallest and lightest gun litter in shotgun litter, the size of which is like millet grains, and the largest pig litter is the size of soybeans.

When hunting, the bullets carried by the shotgun are usually composed of several kinds of gun litter, which are used separately for large and small animals.

But even if the chicken sand hits the human leg, the leg is useless.

"In that case, we will try to minimize the amount of gun sand, our purpose is still to scare, if we can not shoot at people, we will not shoot at people, in case an inch of strength kills people, this is a big trouble. ”

It's better not to spend than to kill people, and of course, it's not too much to break the other party's legs when you encounter gangsters who don't want to die.

The use of guns was so decided, Yang Jianguo and their people started from this day, whether it was morning, noon or evening, when they were idle, they ran to the pond and fired guns into the sky to listen to the sound, and the sound of seven guns at the same time was also very shocking.

In just a few days, people in several villages around the Sancha River knew that the greenhouse where the Sancha River raised flowers had seven or eight shotguns.

The children of Sanchahe had fun watching it this time, and when they had nothing to do, they gathered here and waited for the guns to be fired.

Compared with the income that these Junzilan want to generate, the money for these ammunition invested in the gun is not money at all in Wan Feng's eyes, and it is not even a dime.

He just let those with bad intentions know that they have seven or eight guns, and that the people who use them used to be soldiers.

To hit his flower shed idea tricks to put the highlights.

Qi Xingcheng now accepted a task from Wan Feng in addition to selling flowers to his son, that is, to go back to the factory when he has nothing to do, mainly to find out whether the gasoline engine has dealt with the motorcycle production line.

At the same time, he collected some information about Wu Zihua, the director of the factory.

Seeing the information collected by Qi Xingcheng about Wu Zihua, Wan Feng was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zihua, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, still has a style problem.

His relationship with a female worker in their factory was a bit unclear.