Dream mobile phone continues to sell well, so that the dream group makes a lot of money, someone on the Internet posted a post, specifically calculated the profit amount of the dream phone, what is said is clear. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, the profit of the dream phone far exceeds the imagination of others.

The black technology of the wasteland world is too rebellious, the hardware of the dream mobile phone is all produced by an automated production line, to what extent is it automatic, a piece of material is thrown in, and it is a mobile phone part that comes out.

Such an efficient and mature automated production line compresses the production cost to a very low level.

A touch-screen version of the dream mobile phone, the national unified price is 3000 yuan, in fact, the cost is less than 200 yuan, which is not an exaggeration at all, because the processor, screen, etc. are produced by the dream group itself, with the help of wasteland black technology, everything is possible.

In addition to the mobile phone itself, the dream phone also has a configuration package, memory 1G package, 2G package, 4G package, storage capacity package, the price of each package is different, plus peripheral products, dream headphones, dream chargers, all kinds of intelligent products, the profit of the dream phone, is very considerable.

During this time, he was busy with the dream mobile phone, Zhang Yifeng didn't have time to see Xia Mihe, and the little girl was also very busy, running around and participating in such and such essay competitions, which was more diligent than him, the boss of the group.

Zhang Yifeng returned to Yanglin County, asked Peng Yuming to deploy materials, and went home to accompany his parents, since the last time his mother came home, Zhang Yifeng would come back when he was free, chatting with his parents, chatting, until he received a call from Peng Yuming, 10,000 tons of materials were ready, Zhang Yifeng said goodbye to his parents and embarked on the road to the wasteland world.

I didn't come back for ten days and half a month, Nanli Base City, became lively, not as quiet as before, like a dead city, no popularity at all, pedestrians on the street, although the clothes were tattered, but the spirit was not bad, full of vitality.

"By the way, the wasteland world has been devastated, there is no clothing production industry, and there is one less piece of clothing to wear, I can sell real-world clothes to the wasteland world, damn, why didn't I think of it before." Zhang Yifeng walked into the City Lord's Mansion in annoyance, he had already decided to prepare for this matter when he returned to the real world.

Back in the City Lord's Mansion, Zhang Yifeng did not go to Zhao Qingman, but directly asked the guards to find Liu Jinghuan, such a big stall in the real world, all aspects require money, and it is almost impossible to open the pot, now what he needs to do is to figure out how much money he still has in the wasteland world.

Liu Jinghuan knew that the boss had summoned, and rushed over from the logistics department in a hurry, and before he could sit down and take a breath, he was pulled to the warehouse by Zhang Yifeng, and the warehouse they came to was not a warehouse for storing materials, but Zhang Yifeng's private warehouse, a place used to store gold, jadeite, and other precious objects, which were usually managed by Liu Jinghuan, except for a limited number of people, no one else knew what was in it.

Zhao Qingman didn't know.

This warehouse is Zhang Yifeng's lifeblood, the less one person knows, the more security.

"Boss, if you want to ask about the warehouse, just ask me, there's no need to run in person, right?" Liu Jinghuan looked at Zhang Yifeng funny.

"I'm not worried, come and have a look."

Liu Jinghuan rolled his eyes, there were guards near the warehouse, and flies couldn't fly in, so he didn't have anything to worry about, but he also knew the boss's desire for gold, so he didn't care, and said directly: "There are still 200 tons of gold in the warehouse, and more than 2,000 pieces of love jewelry......"

Listening to Liu Jinghuan's words, Zhang Yifeng also calculated in his heart that 200 tons of gold, according to the price of gold in the real world, is converted into at least three or four billion yuan, and there are more than 2,000 pieces of love jewelry, which can completely plug the capital gap of the real world dream group.

However, in order to avoid a shortage of money again, Zhang Yifeng instructed Liu Jinghuan to settle transactions with Shenjing Base City in gold as much as possible.

"Boss, about gold, I was about to tell you, the nursery rhyme said on E3 that the gold reserves before the end of Shenjing Base City are gone, and in the future, material transactions will be settled with weapons and equipment or crystal nuclei."

"The gold is gone?" Zhang Yifeng was caught off guard, it is the end of the world, gold is no different from stone, basically no one will go to mining, and the base city will not waste money and do such boring things, so Zhang Yifeng's plan to make a lot of money in the wasteland world is probably going to fall into a difficult period.

"Looks like it's going to take a different way to get riches from the wasteland."

The biggest wealth in the wasteland world is not all kinds of technology, nor gold and silver, but crystal nuclei and evolution liquid, but these two things, Zhang Yifeng does not plan to bring back to the real world, the wasteland world is messy, and the real world is very good now.

Leaving Liu Jinghuan behind, Zhang Yifeng returned to the City Lord's Mansion alone, and because he was too focused on thinking, he didn't pay attention to anyone when he bumped into him.

"You ......"

The cold voice and slightly angry gaze came into his ears and fell on his body, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously looked at Bai Ling with an angry face in front of him, only to feel that this woman was inexplicable, she was sick, I didn't mess with you, looking at me with murderous eyes, what do you mean?

"What are you, get out of the way, get in my way."

Zhang Yifeng shouted angrily, pushed Bai Ling aside, and strode into the inner hall.

"Bastard, rascal, you die."

Looking at Zhang Yifeng's back, Bai Ling, who had a cold expression, showed an annoyed and angry look for the first time, his slender and slender body trembled slightly, and his face was as sad as Lin Daiyu, with both shyness and anger.

Zhang Yifeng bumped into her just now, and his hand touched a place where Bai Ling shouldn't have touched it.

Witches, at heart, are still women.

When I walked into the inner hall, I saw Zhao Qingman, sitting in front of the window in a daze. Her dress is still cool and fashionable, in short, she wears less, her perfect side face, like a goddess statue, when it is quiet, it makes Zhang Yifeng think of Xia Mihe.

However, Zhao Qingman and Xia Mihe are completely different women.

I haven't been intimate with her for a long time, Zhang Yifeng also misses the taste of the past, tiptoes over, hugs her up, and enters the bedroom amid Zhao Qingman's screams, the noise and low moaning are endless.

Bai Ling, who was still in the living room, had red ears, took a sip, and ran out as if he was running away.

After a cloud and rain, Zhao Qingman, who is as delicate as a flower, is a little spring between her eyebrows, charming and colorful, snuggling in Zhang Yifeng's arms, quietly recalling the passionate afterglow just now.

Crunch

At this moment, there was a sudden soft sound in the bedroom, Zhang Yifeng turned his head to look, and saw three or four black beetles the size of a fist, crawling in from the window, gnawing on the wooden furniture, making a tooth-aching friction sound.

"I don't know what's going on in the past few days, there are suddenly a lot of insects in Nanli Base City, and Liu Qiang and they organized people to clean up, but they can't clean it up." Zhao Qingman said softly.

Zhang Yifeng didn't speak, seeing these insects, Zhang Yifeng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a long-lost uneasiness resurfaced in his heart again. (To be continued.) )