At No. 7 Xiangshan Road, in a two-story European-style rural villa, Fernan met Mr. Sun, who had just moved in with his wife.

This is a house that Chinese living in Canada have raised funds to buy and gave to Mr. Sun. It is of great significance and Mr. Sun loves it very much.

So, after cleaning it out, he moved in with his wife.

"Haha! Minsuke did not disappoint me!"

Mr. Sun held a telegram and laughed loudly, very happy.

He smiled and read the telegram twice and handed it to Fernan.

Fernan took it, scanned it, and then understood why Mr. Sun was so happy.

The telegram was sent from Hunan, and the sender was Bin Bucheng.

The telegram said that Bin Bucheng had verified the operating principle of the locking mechanism in the design drawing sent by Mr. Sun, and had hand-crafted a sample, which had a very good experimental effect.

He also mentioned that the production process of this mechanism is relatively complex and requires long springs. If it is hand-built, the efficiency will be very low.

But even so, it was enough to make Mr. Sun happy because he proved the feasibility of this automatic rifle.

It doesn’t matter if it’s difficult to create it, what Mr. Sun is afraid of is that he can’t create it.

Smoking the cigarette, Mr. Sun paced back and forth twice, suddenly stopped at the desk, and patted the table gently: "Just do what you said! Distribute the parts to several arsenals to OEM, and then assemble them in Hunan!"

Fernan reminded: "You cannot show up in this matter, and your subordinates cannot come forward, otherwise it will easily attract unnecessary attention if you are noticed by someone with a heart."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun nodded in agreement, pondered for a moment, and asked, "What is Aqiang busy with recently?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Fei Nan's mouth: "He occasionally felt a cold and rested in the hotel and was almost healed."

"Oh, that's good."

Mr. Sun said with some slightest remarks: "When he is in good health these two days, you can bring him to my place and introduce a friend to you."

Fernan immediately agreed: "Okay, why not tomorrow?"

Mr. Sun thought for a while: "The day after tomorrow! My friend will accompany my mother to Jing'an Temple to fulfill her wish tomorrow, and she will be free."

"Then let's bother you the day after tomorrow!"

Fernan stood up with a smile and bowed to his goodbye: "Then I won't disturb the rest of the sir, say goodbye."

Mr. Sun enthusiastically held Fernan's hand and kept delivering him to the door before stopping.

On the way back, Fenan was in a good mood.

Mr. Sun took the initiative to mention Xu Wenqiang and said that he wanted to introduce his friends to each other, which was already very obvious.

With his guarantee, the seat of the Director of the Industrial Bureau is already half sure.

When he returned to the hotel, Fei Nan planned to go straight to Xu Wenqiang to discuss the arrangements for the follow-up matters, but was stopped by the lobby manager.

"Mr. Fei, here is your invitation letter, which was sent from the French Consulate."

Fernan took the invitation letter and opened it. It was the French Consulate that will hold a Lantern Festival dance on the Lantern Festival, inviting people from all walks of life in Shanghai to attend and spend the festival together.

The French consul sent a letter of invitation, hoping to invite Fernan to attend.

It seems that guy still remembers some gold art!

After putting away the invitation letter, Fei Nan found Xu Wenqiang and told him about visiting Mr. Sun's mansion the day after tomorrow.

After saying that, Fenan reminded him: "The selection of directors of the Ministry of Industry and Technology requires representatives from all walks of life to vote together. Winning Mr. Sun's support does not mean success. You should also find ways to strive for votes on the public opinion representative."

"I know."

Xu Wenqiang said seriously: "I will reorganize the gang's halls as soon as possible in the past two days, and then I will start to contact those representatives."

Fei Nan nodded: "Take more people and more money, I won't come out. In the afternoon, I will take you to see Long Si and get the casino watching.

Those masters and subordinates were disbanded and they must have opinions. Give them some meat to eat, and they will also have fewer opinions."

Xu Wenqiang's eyes were a little cold: "I have a sense of responsibility, they dare not have any objections."

"good."

Fernan thought for a while and asked, "How is Ding Li doing there?"

Xu Wenqiang looked a little sad: "I sent someone to bail him yesterday, but he was just picked up by Feng Jingyao's people the day before yesterday."

"It's good if you're okay. If you have the opportunity to meet again in the future, just make it clear."

Fernan comforted him, patted him on the shoulder, and got up to leave.

Ah* and Fatty Chow Cong sat at the table eating oranges. When they saw him coming, they quickly got up.

They lived with Xu Wenqiang, saying they were sharing the same life, but actually watching them and not letting them run around.

Seeing Ah*, Fernan stopped, looked him up and down, and suddenly reached out and slapped his head.

Ah* closed his eyes, shrank his head and dodged, but he didn't dodge and got hit.

With Fernan's current strength, even if he keeps his energy, it will be difficult to take a shot.

Ah* shrank his head, grinned his teeth and rubbed his head, and asked in fear: "Brother Nan, why are you trying to hit me?"

"Try your skills."

Fernan grabbed his palm and looked at it. Apart from being thin and black, he was no different from the palm of an ordinary person.

After letting go, Fernan asked, "Have you practiced martial arts?"

“Practiced.”

Ah*'s tone was a little guilty and said with a dry smile: "Although you are not as strong as Brother Nan, I will definitely not be a problem for ordinary guys, I will beat ten...three...one or two! Haha!"

He scratched the back of his head and smiled stiffly.

Fernan's blinking magic skills are still fresh in his memory. He was afraid that Fernan would be on a whim and would ask him to discuss it, which would be troublesome.

He knew very well that the so-called Tathagata Divine Palm he practiced was just a pirated villain book sold to him by a beggar, and it was only sold for five cents per book, and it was not enough to be on the table.

However, what he didn't know was that Fernan was extremely interested in his five-cent Tathagata palm.

Looking at him, Fenan couldn't help thinking.

This kid was beaten up before he was opened to Ren and Du meridians and soared into the sky.

If I beat this guy up, can it work the same effect?

Fernan thought about the feasibility seriously, but in the end he gave up the idea.

The evil god of Fire Cloud helped him open up the Ren and Du meridians, and luck might have taken the main factor.

If he comes to beat him, if he is beaten to death, it will be a loss. Who will he ask to learn the Tathagata Palm?

Thinking of this, Fenan patted Ah* on the shoulder and said seriously: "At 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, you have to run around the hotel for a hundred laps, when will you finish the run and when will you have dinner."

"ah?"

Ah* widened his eyes.

Fernan stared at him, raised his hand, bent his middle finger, and sneered, "I will stare at you. If I run less, I will break a bone of you. Do you understand?"

Ah*'s head desperately avoided backwards and nodded in fear.

Fernan looked at Fat Zaicong and ordered, "You can stare at him tomorrow and help him with a few laps. If you have a few laps, I will break a bone like you, do you understand?"
Chapter completed!