Big Data Cultivation

Li Qiang and Zhang Wei have already told them in detail about Wang Haifeng about their affairs in MG.

Zhang Wei did not particularly believe in the mysterious phenomenon, so he speculated in his heart that Feng Jun ’s mobile phone might be installed with some software.

Then he and Li Qiang asked Wang Haifeng if this was the case.

Li Qiang even swears with his teeth ——to be really a ghost of Feng Jun, this matter must be endless.

Wang Haifeng said that Feng Jun is really good at playing mobile phones, and she should have hacking technology.

He did not explain in detail, he played the bullfighting live broadcast, he said that Feng Jun can erase my details of change, do you say bull?

Neither Li Qiang nor Zhang Wei are married, where do you realize the importance of getting change details? It was Wang Haifeng who explained again and again that they consulted others before they realized how awkward this technology is.

Li Qiang increasingly suspected that he was teased by Feng Jun.

Wang Haifeng doesn't think so. He thinks that Feng Jun is a typical kind of money collection service. Ya may be a bit darker, but it is definitely honest-Ya is planning to win your money, how can you tease you?

In fact, he thinks that Li Qiang died that day-Li Qiang himself died-what will happen when the fifty red envelopes come out?

But think about it again, he thinks that Feng Jun is also really amazing, the news always said, what Americans can remotely open the camera of the mobile phone-even if the shutdown is useless, you have to remove the battery.

He wondered, did Feng Jun really have special skills in this respect?

Feng Jun laughed when he heard, "If I had this skill, Guoan wouldn't reward me with a bite?"

Wang Haifeng rolled his eyes, "Guo'an doesn't have lettering on his head, who knows if you are?"

Feng Jun asked with a black face, "If I were Guoan, would I worry about a detonator or TNT?"

"Who knows this?" Coach Wang shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands. "Maybe you want to trust us to cover your identity."

Feng Jun laughed angrily, "Lao Wang, I found that when you tell a serious joke, you really have a talent for acting."

"Cough," Zhang Wei coughed violently, "Xiao Feng, detonator and TNT will arrive soon, you don't have to keep talking."

Coach Wang ignored him and watched Feng Jun say, "Xiao Feng, if you really have the ability to remotely control the camera, you must remember to tell me ... This trick is used to pick up girls, it is too wasteful."

"No waste," Zhang Wei shouted, with a look of dementia, "That's a weapon for picking girls."

"You have something to say about this!" Wang Haifeng pointed at him with a smile, "If nothing else, commercial negotiations, peek at other people's contract floor prices ... How much money can you sell? You can play with stars as you please."

"Also," Zhang Wei immediately reacted, and then looked at Feng Jun expectantly, "Do you really have this ability, stocks? The other traders are our insiders, you can tell the truth, really not work ? "

Wang Haifeng immediately followed up with a sentence, "You can rest assured that we will never tell Li Qiang."

Feng Jun froze for a while before he laughed, "I want to have that ability, you tell Li Qiang, I am not afraid, how can I blame me on that day? But I really ... I don't have that ability."

His ambition is not in such a trivial matter, but Wang Haifeng and Zhang Wei's suggestion made him stunned, yes, I can still make money like this.

But this way of making money can't really be publicized. Once this kind of BUG means appears in the mall, it will definitely arouse public outrage. How will everyone deal with this kind of alienation, then do you still have to ask?

So, as Zhang Wei said, it is good to be a girl picker.

Later, Zhang Wei inevitably talked to Feng Jun about buying detonators and TNT.

He said that this kind of thing is very taboo, I will help you out of the money-this is part of the last bet, but I will not take you with you at that time, I will only tell you where to wait, and someone will naturally contact you.

Feng Jun said that he can understand that everyone is avoiding things that are taboo.

Next, he went back to the factory's rental house, recuperating and waiting for Zhang Wei's notice.

One day later, there was no news on Zhang Wei's side. Feng Jun was bored alone, and he dared not go clubbing ... The music in the bar was noisy and it was easy to hear the phone ringing.

More importantly, the clubbing is to drink alcohol. When you drink it, you suddenly receive a message to trade, which is easy to cause problems.

With all the boredom, he opened WeChat and said hello to the good scenery, "Beauty, do you want a red envelope?"

There was no response from the good scenery. After more than half an hour, she returned a message, "Where is the meeting."

Feng Jun pouted and said, thankfully I asked if I wanted a red envelope. If other greetings, this one would not pay attention.

Whether to talk about topics is also a matter of learning? It ’s true.

So he sent another message to pass, "Then we will wait for you to finish the meeting, let's make an appointment [呲 牙]"

The good scenery did not come back, it is estimated that she was not very cold about the word, but since she did not get angry, the problem should not be big.

Feng Jun looked at the time. At six o'clock in the evening, he touched his belly again. He said that I would wait a bit, and wait for the scenery to be over.

But the waiting time is really boring. After playing for a while, he quickly eliminates it. When he is bored, his mobile phone rings suddenly, but Zhang Wei calls.

Zhang Wei told him that the goods were ready. Two hundred detonators and ten kilograms of TNT. He was asked to go to the bus stop at the door of the People's Market and wear a peaked cap. Someone would contact him.

Feng Jun was so pleased that he finally got a glimpse, and, if the transaction was fast, he might be able to catch up with the good scenery.

He got up and went out, bought a cap in a nearby shop, hit a car, and went straight to the people's market.

By the time he got there, it was already seven o'clock and it was dark, but the people's market is a very lively place with brilliant lights and many people coming and going.

Feng Jun stood not far from the stop sign, lit a cigarette, looked around idly, and adjusted the cap over his head from time to time, "I always feel that this hat is a little silly."

He waited for almost a quarter of an hour, and a thin young man came over, hurriedly with his head down.

Such ordinary young people, Zheng Yang as a whole do not have one million, at least 800,000.

However, as he passed by, the boy whispered, "Brother, what kind of goods?"

Feng Jun did not expect that this is the righteous leader. He was stunned for a moment before he answered the code word, "Two hundred, twenty catties."

The young man heard the words and stopped a little, then left quickly.

Two minutes later, the guy came back, carrying a woven bag with red and white stripes in his hand, walked to him, put the woven bag down, and left without a word.

Feng Jun knew that there were heavenly eyes here, so he didn't dare to say much, so he picked up the woven bag and left.

He intends to walk to a dead end of the sky, call a taxi, and then take a few more trips.

He never dreamed that behind the young man, he still followed people.

The young man was followed by a high school student wearing a school uniform. When he saw Feng Jun carrying a woven bag, he hurriedly touched his mobile phone and called, "Hong Ge, Xiao Gui gave the goods to a young man wearing a gray cap. "

Hongge is not far from him, just behind a commercial car next to him, there are seven people in total.

He hung up the phone and spoke fiercely. He glanced around and spoke fiercely. "Okay, I won't say much, stop the goods, and dig out the people behind him."

Seven people scattered at once, looking at the irregularities, but all went straight to Feng Jun. Some people chased behind, others blocked in front, all are well-trained.

Feng Jun walked a few steps tightly, and his instinct told him what was wrong.

So he pretended to stop smoking and looked around intentionally or unintentionally.

The person staring at him was shocked, Nima, you were carrying it, but detonator and TNT, how dare you dare to use an open flame?

On this stunned god, Feng Jun discovered that there were several guys who seemed to be wrong with themselves.

Bad food! He didn't know if the other party was a policeman, so he put the woven bag on his shoulder and moved forward with a cigarette in his mouth.

Such a hand, really embarrassed the person tracking, this kid is really playing with fire.

But at this moment, someone shouted, "Feng Jun!"

Feng Jun glanced sideways, his face was black, and no one else was Liu Shuming, Hongjie's former fitness coach.

How did this guy come out? His first thought was this ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ But soon, he left this doubt behind him-since there is Liu Shuming, prove that the other party is not a police!

Is not a policeman, so it's much easier to handle. He walked quickly at his feet and turned directly into a small alley.

He who chases after him can no longer care much, and runs when he pulls his leg.

But some people whispered, "No hurry, no hurry, there is a dead end."

When they chased them in, Feng Jun seemed to know that he had chosen the wrong way. He stood in the alley, turned to look at the entrance of the alley, and raised his hand to pull the cap to better cover his face.

Red and white woven bags were placed at his feet.

He took a deep sip of cigarettes and asked Shen Sheng, "Several people, did I recruit you or annoy you?"

A black-faced man stepped forward and chuckled, "Brother, we are not targeting you, just want to ask, why the supply of detonators has been reduced recently, others refuse to tell me, then I can only ask you to ask one asked."

Feng Jun froze for a moment, blinked his eyes, and sighed helplessly, "I want to say that I don't know, you probably don't believe it?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not," the black-faced man is Hong Ge, he said coldly, "Take you away, and slowly ask to know, do you have an opinion?"

"Hong Brother," At this moment, two people came up, one was Liu Shuming, the other was a tall man.

The strong man Shen Sheng said, "Brother Hong, this kid has a little personal grudge with my younger brother, you don't need to be polite with him."

"Is it?" The black-faced man glanced sideways at him, "Cock, do you know the number of this guy?"

It turned out that this tall man turned out to be a **** with a little bastard.

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