After visiting the underground laboratory, Qin Feng finally got a little understanding of the Qin Group. Its industry scope covers medicine, precision machinery parts manufacturing, building materials, etc., covering a wide range of industries.
Medicine and precision machinery parts manufacturing are Hou Bao's specialties, and these two annual incomes account for more than 60% of the company's total profits.
For example, a three-clutch automatic transmission he researched has completely destroyed a certain German brand that has dominated the Chinese automobile industry for several years. It has now been exported to established industrial countries in Europe and the United States.
"Xiao Feng, you can't be a hands-off shopkeeper. Now that you're back, you have the responsibility to carry forward the Qin Group founded by Ah Wei." Hou Bao said earnestly: "Although Xiaohui and I are assisting you, you still have the ability to do it yourself.
The safest thing is to master it, right?"
Qin Feng never thought that he would go into business or manage a company. The reason why he was so determined to destroy Death Island was for freedom.
No matter how tiring the company is, let alone doing research and development, it has to spend all day and night in the laboratory. Hou Bao's hair is the best proof.
But if he refused directly, it would seem a little unkind. He nodded firmly and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Hou. I will definitely work hard and not let my father's spirit in heaven down."
Hou Bao burst into tears again, patted him on the shoulder and said, "What a sensible boy! Don't worry, the Qin Group will never be handed over to the mother and son named Cheng. Xiaohui and I will always support you."
In fact, Qin Feng really wanted to ask, how much money can the company make in a year? If it is less, I might as well continue to be an assassin. The reward for an S-level mission is millions of euros. To assassinate someone with the level of Wei Qingtian
For high-ranking officials, the price is more than 60 million, and the killer can get at least 30 million.
In the end, he still didn't have the nerve to ask, as if he was so greedy for money that he really couldn't ask.
Rejecting Hou Bao's offer to send a driver and a special car, he left the building humming a little tune.
What are you going to do? Mei Hui just called and said that he has prepared a residence for him. It is a villa with three floors, an underground wine cellar and a garden, with an area of nearly 500 square meters.
But it's still early, and besides, let's fill our stomachs and go home.
When he wanted to eat, he couldn't help but think of Fang Fang and her father's cooking skills, so he would meet at the Fang Family Food Stall.
Pick up girls and eat without missing a beat.
Recalling the ambiguity that couldn't last in the morning, he scolded Hou Bao a hundred times in his mind. He couldn't show up a little later. Do you know that it would ruin my brother's big things? If you are willing to show up ten minutes late, I'm sure we'll be done.
I have established a relationship with Miss Fang.
Isn’t it a bit fast to establish a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend after only knowing each other for a day?
Come on, hurry up, the pace is already high these days, if you go slower, others might get the better of you, and then you won’t be able to find a place to cry.
Stop a taxi and directly announce the destination: "Laosan Street."
My brother immediately said: "Let's go to Lao San Street. It's the rush hour now and the road is congested. Why don't we take a detour? It's okay if we don't detour. When the road is blocked, you can't get out of the car."
Qin Feng thought for a while: "Let's take a detour. There is a heavy traffic jam at the headquarters. Don't worry, I won't get off the car until you reach your destination, and I won't lose a dime of your fare."
My brother was relieved. After the car started, he picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Brother, go to Lao San Street and bypass the Nancheng Expressway. If you have any traffic information, please tell me in time so that I don't take the wrong path."
Whether it was a detour or a car walkie-talkie, Qin Feng didn't take it seriously. His memory of Pingyuan City still remained more than ten years ago. He had no idea how to get to Laosan Street from here.
The taxi began to travel on the road, and soon reached the Ring Expressway, which had less traffic and fewer people.
Wanting to say hello to Fang Fang in advance, he was very sad to find that he didn't leave the beauty's number. In fact, even if he did, it would be in vain. Until now, he didn't have a mobile phone.
My brother kept talking on the walkie-talkie along the way, and occasionally told some dirty jokes, which was a lot of fun.
Qin Feng had no idea where the road ahead was.
As the speed of the car increased, a sense of crisis arose in his heart. As a killer with his head in his waistband, his sixth sense was extremely important.
Moreover, his sixth sense is generally very accurate. This accuracy is not only reflected every time he performs a mission, but also saved him several times when a group of trainees killed each other.
He looked forward, frowned and said nonchalantly: "Master, you must be walking the wrong way. The way you are walking, you will be getting further and further away from Lao San Street."
"Did you go to the wrong place? No!" There was a trace of obvious panic in Brother's eyes. He was lying.
In fact, Qin Feng didn't know whether the path was right or wrong, he was just trying it out.
"Stop the car, where are you taking me?" Qin Feng said coldly. One of his hands reached for the strangulation rope hidden in his belt, and the other hand was ready to knock the driver unconscious.
When my brother saw what had happened, he said in a panic: "You're really right, it's right here!"
squeak……
The wheels made a screeching sound, and the car that was originally traveling at a medium speed suddenly slowed down and stopped sideways on the side of the road.
My brother opened the door and ran out, but he was still a step too late, and Qin Feng slashed him on the back of the neck with a knife. Since his front half had already stuck out of the car, he fell forward.
This blow was not fatal, but it could still make him unconscious for several hours.
How could Qin Feng kill him before he understood the situation.
Bang bang...
Several bright lights were shining towards the taxi, and there were six cars parked around it, surrounding the taxi in the middle.
Now he finally understood that his brother kept reporting his location through the walkie-talkie on the road. It turned out that he was sending information to his accomplices.
All six cars were black private cars, which meant that this was not the legendary black robbery.
Two people got out of each car, some of them had machetes in their hands, and the rest were empty-handed.
Qin Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had always ambushed others. He never thought that after returning to his long-lost hometown, he would be ambushed for the first time.
He opened the car door calmly and got out of his seat.
The leader of the other party, a tall and thin man in his thirties, asked: "You are Qin Feng, the man who beat Chen Hu on Laosan Street yesterday. Am I right?"
Even the names can be called out, which shows that this group of people came well prepared.
Qin Feng shrugged: "It's me, who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who we are, you just need to know that today next year will be your death anniversary!" the tall and thin man hummed.
Qin Feng said in a contemptuous tone: "It's just you, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."
"Hahaha, we know you can shoot, but if you can shoot again, can you beat the bullets faster?" The tall and thin man winked, and several guys with free hands pulled out the pistols in their back waists.