Half a month later, Zhou Qingfeng threw the tank and shell information he got to Xiao Jinlang, and drove a broken car from the Demon Capital back to Tianyang City in the northeast. All his old foundations were there, and it was impossible not to come back to take a look.

There are many villages scattered on the vast black soil, and the roads connect a series of cities. The people raised here love to drink, brag, have no money in their pockets, and can make beer vigorously. Zhou Qingfeng didn't even return to the city before he came back, but he drove his car to the radiation biochemical laboratory in the suburbs.

He hasn't come back for half a year. Zhou Qingfeng is very busy on weekdays, so he checks the team's NTZ research progress in encrypted emails. Sometimes he is too busy, and he will forget that he has a world-class research institution that has invested billions of soft girls.

The 'radiation' covers a lot of land. It was originally a large open space next to the farmhouse in the suburbs. Now, after driving all the way, it has completely changed in just over a year. The straight and flat roads, the quiet and deep shades of the trees, and even the street lights in the night seem plain and warm.

The broken pickup truck drove along the road, but it turned out that it was not clear at an intersection. The construction of this place was too new and too fast, and the navigation map showed that there was no road.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't know where to go. Seeing an old farmer selling melons on the roadside, he leaned aside and asked, "Uncle, where is Lan Chen Pharmaceutical's research institute going?"

'Radiation Biochemistry' is Zhou Qingfeng's internal name, and it is called Lanchen Pharmaceutical's research institute. The old farmer who set up a stall on the road looked at him a few times, but asked back: "Young man, are you here to buy a house? It's late. I grabbed all the properties in one breath this morning, and more than 2,000 units were gone."

Buy a house? What do you care about?

"No, I'm not here to buy a house. I'm just here to find that research institute." Zhou Qingfeng replied.

But the old farmer looked at it a few more times and said in a daze: "Then are you here to grab a degree, right? Oh, this is difficult. It is said that parents who work on the floor at the school gate can circle the city.

The primary and middle schools are full, and there are no spaces in kindergartens. However, it is useless for you to hurry to get a number. Children need to take the exam and take the exam before they can enter. This requires luck."

After hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he had gone to the wrong place - is this the scientific research institute where I spent billions of dollars to invest in and build? Why does it look like an urban new district!

"Uncle, I don't buy a house or look for a degree, so I'll ask which road the institute will take?" Zhou Qingfeng asked impatiently.

The old farmer is also a personal savant and said, "Then you buy two melons, I have no business in the past half a day."

depressed……!

Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to buy two melons.

The old farmer also advised him: "Young man, I think you don't squeeze into the research institute. There are places where rich people go, either driving Mercedes-Benz or BMWs. Others ask me for directions and buy ten melons. You are quite broken in driving a pickup truck, and I feel sorry for only asking you to buy two melons."

Your sister!

Zhou Qingfeng was so angry that he was so angry that he thought to himself: I am the top pickup truck that costs 8 million yuan per vehicle, the only one in the world. The appearance is a bit miserable, a bit bumpy and paint-off. I really don’t know the goods!

After asking the road clearly, Zhou Qingfeng was so angry that he got into the car. He used his hand to break the watermelon and drove while eating it. The melon was good, very sweet and cheap, but the old man selling melons was so annoying. He dared to look down on me. After all, I was the commander of the army.

Not many kilometers on the road, I reached the vicinity of "radiation", but there were a lot of people and cars on the way. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't move even if he honked his horn, and no one moved at all - what's going on? Is this my high-tech research institution? Why are there so many irrelevant people waiting?

Zhou Qingfeng had to get out of the car and wanted to ask what was going on. A middle-aged man rushed over immediately and whispered: "Brother, do you want a number? The newly developed high-end community of 'Wasteland Trade' has great appreciation potential. Transfer 50,000 yuan to you, and you can make a profit if you buy it."

Zhou Qingfeng, wearing big sunglasses, looked confused. He wanted to say: This piece of land is mine, what else do I want to buy your number?

Seeing that the person in front of him was a scalper, Zhou Qingfeng asked in confusion: "What number did you buy?"

It was dark and the light of the street lights was not too strong. The scalper did not recognize Zhou Qingfeng, but said in a surprised expression: "Big brother, don't you know? The 'wasteland trade' invested huge investment in this area, and hundreds of billions of dollars were spent.

Is this nearby area? In the past, it was all wasteland. Mr. Yuan, who was in the "wasteland trade", had the courage to invest real money. He wanted to rely on the advantages of industry and scientific research to develop emerging communities and benefit the people.

Now let alone Tianyang City, even the people in the surrounding cities know that this place will have great development and investment will definitely not suffer any losses. I have worked hard to grab the property, and it is not expensive to transfer 50,000 yuan."

Looking at the scalper's sincere face, Zhou Qingfeng said in his heart: It seems that it is true, and you almost deceived him. He shook his head and said, "Thank you, I am a wasteland trader."

"Ah..., my brother joined a good company at a young age, and he has great prospects! I heard that as long as I work in the 'wasteland trade' for the first half of the year, Mercedes-Benz and BMW will be free." The scalper praised a little, but only looked at Zhou Qingfeng's broken pickup truck, and then felt that he had missed it.

This pickup looks quite big, but it's too broken.

Just looking at the scalper's eyes, Zhou Qingfeng knew what the other party was thinking.

Your grandma, my pickup truck is a future trend driven by advanced technology and high-energy battery. It is a priceless treasure when sold. Even if it is worth eight million or eight million in more than ten years!

Zhou Qingfeng was almost angry to death. He kept driving this ragged Mercedes-Benz pickup truck, but he was worried that it would be discovered and he would not take it to repair it. The car is a good car, but the problem is that the appearance is too bad and Huihui is looked down upon.

The scalper saw that Zhou Qingfeng looked unhappy and did not dare to offend him because there were rumors that there were indeed many strange people in the 'wasteland trade'. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng young, he immediately asked, "Brother, you don't have a child yet? Is the company's degree transferred? It's okay to have middle schools and primary schools, and it's okay to have kindergartens."

Zhou Qingfeng still shook his head. He didn't know what was going on, so he asked again: "The school here is very good?"

The rebellious question made the scalper sigh deeply, "I almost got the degree from the fifth department of the 'Fallout Kindergarten', just a little bit! Now everyone is snatching the heads and sending their children here.

Didn’t the parents who saw the floor shop here? They just wanted to grab the degree. Do you know that they were squatting here a few days in advance? Someone came three days ago just to grab the degree from the seventh school department two days later. Now this degree is so popular!”

Three plus two, come to the floor shop to grab a degree five days in advance? It’s crazy!

"Are the schools here very good? Even a kindergarten is snatched?" Zhou Qingfeng was completely confused - why didn't I know that the school in my nest is so popular?

The scalper slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "The teaching level of schools here is too high, and there are often top professors from the world to teach. As long as you can enter the school, ordinary children can become talents here. The probability of becoming a child prodigy is particularly high. Do you think parents will go crazy for a degree?"

A child prodigy?!
Chapter completed!