Wan Feng's conspiracy succeeded, thinking that he could sleep well this time, but the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, and he was kicked awake by Luan Feng in the middle of the night.

Then I heard Luan Feng shouting eagerly: "Moto, that's my motorcycle!"

The voice is hurried and anxious, listening to the sound analysis may be that the motorcycle has been robbed.

You deserve it! Let you dream of riding a motorcycle, but you will be robbed! I don't care who you like to find and who you want to go.

He can't manage this matter even if he wants to, and he can't get into other people's dreams.

Then Luan Feng's sobbing voice came: "My motorcycle." ”

Wan Feng hurriedly pretended to be asleep, usually people who cry in their dreams will wake up crying in the end, Luan Feng will not be an exception, if she wakes up crying and sees her eyes shining, she may let him snatch the motorcycle back.

How did he go about robbing it?

What if he is sober and sober and then pulls him to make four happy fortunes? If he can't get the four happy fortunes to erase the psychological wounds of her motorcycle being robbed, and then come to five leaders and then six or six, why can't he live?

Wan Feng closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Sure enough, after a while, Luan Feng didn't cry, sat up with a snort, and it took about a minute or so to hear her whisper: "It turned out to be a dream, it scared me to death." ”

Then there was a thud when the head landed on the pillow, and then a hot arm fell on Wan Feng, and the last leg was thrown over.

Wan Feng didn't dare to come out, trying his best to pretend to be asleep, until there was a long breathing and a slight snoring behind him to relax his spirit.

The killer finally slept again.

After a few hours of practice from yesterday afternoon to evening, Luan Feng thought that he had mastered the essentials of riding a motorcycle, so he rode a motorcycle to work after breakfast.

After Luan Feng left, Wan Feng went to his grandfather's house and told his grandmother to take the medicine on time.

If Chinese medicine is prescribed for the right situation, there is no doubt about its conditioning effect on the human body, but it is a pity that later generations of people are deceived by the mouthpieces and rumors bought by those Western forces, and even they don't trust the medical skills handed down by their ancestors.

The SARS epidemic in 2003 made the West realize the horror of Chinese medicine.

The SARS outbreak that originally appeared in order to create social chaos in China and subvert the Chinese regime, in the eyes of Westerners, the virus that is basically unsolvable has hit a wall in front of traditional Chinese medicine, and it has been overcome by traditional Chinese medicine in just a few months, and even a few cents a pack of banlan root has a preventive effect.

This made those evil forces realize that if they wanted to use the virus to deal with the Chinese people, it would be impossible not to eliminate traditional Chinese medicine, and it was from that time that an overwhelming number of articles and jokes smearing traditional Chinese medicine began to appear on the media network.

Not to mention that this trick is very effective, not only the fooled people do not believe in the medical skills left by their ancestors, but even countless Chinese medicine practitioners have changed to Western medicine, which cannot but be said to be a sadness.

Others believe it or not, Wan Feng can't care about it, he just believes it himself, Chinese medicine is not good, it can't eat dead people, Western medicine can really eat dead people.

After watching his grandmother drink a bowl of medicine, Wan Feng left his grandmother's house with confidence.

Wan Feng came to the bazaar aimlessly, unable to think of what he should do for a while.

He's been back for three days, maybe it's time for him to go back.

Not knowing what to do means you shouldn't be here anymore.

When passing by the parking lot, Wan Feng saw a passenger car with an open door, and there were two people in the car who were estimated to be drivers, and they went up to chat with them for a while anyway.

The car was from the Linyuan County Passenger Transport Company, and they were rented by others, and these vendors chartered 400 yuan for each car.

Linyuan County is in the western part of Northern Liao, close to Inner Mongolia Province, and the distance from Wahou here is 700 miles.

The price of 400 yuan for more than 1,000 miles back and forth is not expensive, but can this car run so far on the road?

This is still the kind of old-fashioned bus, not only small capacity but also slow speed, this kind of bus in the local short distance is okay, long distance is not good at all.

"We also know that these vehicles do not meet the needs of long-distance running, but this is the public's home, and the public does not change us. The bus driver said helplessly.

"Then have you ever thought about buying a car to run this line yourself?"

The two drivers were stunned: "Why do you want to buy a car?"

"Make money, you have already run this line, you already know how much you can sell for a trip, why don't you buy a car for transportation, the country is not allowed now. ”

The transportation industry, whether it is freight or passenger transportation, should be regarded as the earliest open field, and the state allows self-employment.

"I didn't think about it, never thought about it. ”

"This is a very profitable business, and if you don't do it in the future, this line can be sold for a good price. ”

"How much does it cost to buy a bus?"

This Wan Feng really doesn't know, but how can it be tens of thousands, right? It should not exceed 100,000.

When I heard this, the 100,000 drivers shook their heads like rattles.

What a great way to make money.

At this time in the previous life, no one knew what to do with business, but now as a reborn Wan Feng, it seems that this is the way to make money everywhere.

Do you want to encourage Zhang Hai to open a passenger transport company? Without going too far, we can take down these county towns south of Shenyang, and if that line is not drawn in 180,000 yuan a year, how many lines is this?

However, the current bus does not seem to be very good, Dongdan Huanghai Bus Factory has a classic bus should come out in eighty-five years, and when this bus comes out, it is not impossible to open a passenger transport company.

It's just that the investment in the early stage of opening a passenger transport company is too large, and one car costs 180,000 yuan, and Zhang Hai may not have such courage.

Getting off the bus, Wan Feng came to the team headquarters and talked with the accountant and cashier of Liang Wan's team for more than an hour, and planned to go to the garment factory after ten o'clock.

He was going to leave for Changchun to do some business in the next two days and then go back to Longjiang, so he wanted to accompany Luan Feng more.

But as soon as he walked to the team headquarters in front of the valley, he unexpectedly saw Luan Feng walking from the opposite side with his head down.

Hey, what about motorcycles? People are back, but the motorcycles are gone, so this can't be a sale of motorcycles, right?

Luan Feng also saw Wan Feng, and walked over with a black face, his body twisting as if he was still competing with someone.

"Where's the motorcycle?"

"And the face asked, look at the broken things you bought, it's broken!"

Although this motorcycle is a little simpler in structure and a little slower, it is still quite carryable, how can it break down before it gets dark in two days.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't catch fire! I suddenly put out the fire when I rode on it, and no matter how much I stepped on it, it couldn't catch fire. ”

"Then you pushed it back, and it didn't sink much. ”

"I threw it in the factory when I was angry, so I didn't push it!"

This thing is very Luan Feng, and no one else can do it.

If this breaks down on the road, will this girl throw the car down the road and go home?

Wan Feng fell into deep thought...