Author: White Clothes with the Galaxy

"In the northernmost market of Boda, the mobile phone seems to be a domestic brand and very cheap." As soon as Huang Qiao finished speaking, the incandescent light bulb above the two of them flickered on and off for a few times, then went out completely.

The house suddenly fell into darkness.

Han Feng's slightly relaxed spirit suddenly became tense. His right hand subconsciously touched his arms. At the same time, he turned on the radar and scanned the surroundings, but did not find any hostile signs.

Huang Qiao on the other side seemed to be used to this. He turned around and shouted: "Asha, go get some candles!"

Within a few minutes, Asha, Huang Qiao's wife, put several lighted candles on the table where the guests were still sitting.

"There is no way, this is not Bunge, and the power supply is not very stable." Huang Qiao saw Han Feng's nervous expression and moved the candle to the side of the table so as not to block their sight.

Han Feng looked at the time. Unknowingly, he had been chatting with Huang Qiao for nearly two hours. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. There was not much nightlife in this place. Besides, he was still thinking about the situation in his workshop.

"Forget it, it's getting late. I have to go back and tidy up. The days are long and we will have plenty of opportunities to talk again in the future."

Han Feng took out 4,000 CFA francs and put them on the table. We are all compatriots, and we still need to be clear about business.

"Okay, I won't send it away." Huang Qiao patted Han Feng on the shoulder. He was also very excited today. Because of the extremely chaotic political situation, CAF is not a country that Huaxia Company often sets foot in. Since he married Asha,

This is the first time I have met a Chinese person, and I feel sympathy for him.

After leaving the restaurant, Han Feng discovered that the entire Boda had completely lost power and there was no lighting at all on the road. He could only use the moonlight and spent almost forty minutes walking back to the unfinished building.

The system prepared some simple raw materials such as metal, wood, and plastic for Han Feng, so he spent almost three days renovating the unfinished building, mainly removing the dilapidated doors and windows and replacing them with brand-new products produced by the system.

, and finally cleaned up the entire first floor space and put some simple equipment as a workshop to confuse outsiders, otherwise Han Feng would not be able to explain where his products came from.

After these days of busy work, almost all the locals in Boda knew that there was an Eastern man who claimed to be a master of magic and was planning to open a machine repair shop in that cursed unfinished building.

According to the custom in Han Feng's hometown, two firecrackers must be put up to bring good luck to the opening of a new store, but there are really no conditions in this land of Afrika. Fortunately, Huang Qiao helped Han Feng contact a professional team, and several people wearing local costumes

The black guy performed for several hours singing and dancing in front of the repair shop, even though it was opened according to local customs.

Han Feng didn't have the conditions to put up any sign here, so he just found a wooden board and painted it with white paint and hung it outside. On it were written his three main businesses: scrap collection, selling hardware parts and mechanical maintenance.

What Han Feng didn't expect was that early the next morning, he would receive his first business, and it was also from the Boda police station.

Strictly speaking, the son of the police chief from Boda.

The local police chief's car broke down, and his son failed to help his father repair the car after struggling for a long time, so he drove directly to Han Feng.

This is an old Hyundai Tucson, but there are still a lot of electronic devices inside. Therefore, the system cannot currently scan the entire vehicle. It can only determine that 37% of the vehicle's durability is left. If you can drive it here,

It's already a miracle.

No matter what kind of mechanical equipment, it is rare to receive adequate care and maintenance in Africa, from bicycles to airplanes. Just now, Han Feng saw on the news that a helicopter crashed in Chad in the north. The most amazing thing

It is reported that no casualties were found.

It's so outrageous.

Fortunately, he used to repair cars in China. Although Han Feng himself had little experience, by comparing it with the knowledge in his memory, he quickly found out that a certain piston in the engine should be damaged.

"Wouldn't it be impossible to repair it?"

The black guy's face fell instantly. Although he was not highly educated, he also knew that the precision parts in a car engine were probably not something that a mechanic could make. They had to be sent to a big city for repair. Specifically, if it came to CAF

, it can only be the capital Bangi.

However, the problem is that the car broke down when he secretly drove it for a ride. If the director's father found out, he would probably be given a lesson with a stick and a belt.

"That's not necessarily true..."

Han Feng just made several attempts in succession and found that although he could not scan the entire car, or even the engine alone, the engine piston and connecting rod group, as a purely mechanical structure, could be scanned by the system.

Since this car can be driven here, it means that all six cylinders are not broken. All we need to do is scan the other few and let the workshop produce the damaged parts. The quality is definitely better than the original ones.

"Oriental, what can you do?" The young man who drove the car over was already despairing, but Han Feng's words revived his hope.

"If you can fix it, I...I will tell my dad that you are my friend and ask him not to charge you taxes."

Han Feng glanced at the young man who had just grown up speechlessly, and said to himself that with the local administrative level, it was impossible to collect taxes, and besides, this matter was not something that the police chief could decide.

Later it was proved that Han Feng was wrong. Local taxation was decided jointly by the police chief and the mayor.

Of course, he would definitely be well off if he could gain the friendship of such a son of a local powerful man.

"Leave the car here and pick it up tonight with this note."

Han Feng casually wrote a note and handed it to the black man. His cursive Chinese characters had the dual effects of encryption and anti-counterfeiting in CAF. Then he waved his hand and pretended to be a master and sent the other man away. He checked around

After no one was around, he quickly got into the underground workshop.

This is the first time he has asked the Super Workshop to produce something. Although the outer casing of the production machine is completely opaque and Han Feng cannot see what is going on inside, the sound should be similar to 3D printing.

It’s just that this artifact’s equipment can handle almost any material.

About half an hour later, an identical piston connecting rod was produced.

Han Feng touched it carefully and found that the surface of the part was even a little hot.

He spent another afternoon replacing several new parts, and then drove it out for a lap. As expected, the original vibration and abnormal noise problems completely disappeared.

As for the damaged parts that were replaced, he naturally threw them into the decomposer and turned them into metal raw materials again.

Some people may choose to take back the damaged parts, but the director's son certainly won't. There is no way to explain it if his father finds out.

But that night, a different person came to pick up the car. He was bald, about 50 years old, with a neat mustache, wearing a police uniform, and a military rank with three golden vertical lines on his shoulders.

It looks very different from the ordinary local big guys.

CAF adopts a military rank system similar to France, indicating that this person is a captain. Although it is the first time for Han Feng to see him, he can probably guess that this is the police sergeant whose son had his car stolen.

"Hello, Han, I'm Henry Abel, the chief of police here."

The visitor had a friendly attitude and took the initiative to shake hands with Han Feng. Although the two had never met before, his identity could not be faked.

"Hello, Mr. Director, it's an honor to meet you here." Han Feng's response was polite but a bit stiff. He was not very good at blowing and patting, otherwise he wouldn't have to do it before traveling through time.

I make money by working as an expatriate in Africa, but when dealing with a local gangster, there is nothing wrong with being polite.

After the greetings ended, Director Abel took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was exactly the one Han Feng had handwritten in the afternoon.

"I want to know how my car is doing. Can it still go on the road normally?"

Han Feng took the note and tore it up, then took Abel to the backyard of the repair shop, where the police chief's dilapidated Tucson was parked.

"It has been repaired. You can go up and give it a try. It will definitely be the same as before."

Abel got into his car. After igniting it, he did not rush to start. Instead, he got out of the car and opened the hood and listened for a while. After confirming that there was no abnormality in the sound, he returned to the driving seat and walked around Han Feng's repair shop.

A few laps.

"very good……"

Abel jumped out of the car, patted the hood and gave Han Feng a thumbs up: "When I went home, I heard that little bastard said there was something wrong with the engine piston, and I thought the car was going to leave me. What did you do?

Great, how much is the total?”

"Um……"

This seemingly ordinary problem stumped Han Feng. Normally, this should depend on the cost of replacement parts plus his own labor costs, but the products made by the workshop basically only consume some diesel. Due to the previous damaged parts

Being recycled, even the raw materials are almost not consumed...

"500...500 US dollars is enough." Han Feng casually quoted a number without any confidence.

"Okay, okay, if I tow it to Bunge or buy another car, I'm afraid it won't be this amount, but I don't have dollars, how about giving you euros." Abel didn't bargain, and Han Feng didn't know what he was doing.

Whether he wanted more or less, he soon received a wad of banknotes mixed with 50, 20 and 10 euro denominations. Judging from the nonchalant expression on Mr. Director's face, he was probably a man of good fortune.

In fact, Han Feng just wanted to ask more about how the man who sent the car over during the day, the director's son, was doing now, but he opened his mouth and still didn't have the heart to ruin Abel's good mood.

"If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to me." Abel said and opened the car door again.
Chapter completed!