()..om Returning to the company, Huang Jun immediately called Wang Yihui, Bai Binghan and Samina to him and briefly explained the results of the meeting.
"Boss?" Wang Yihui looked at Huang Jun worriedly and reminded: "Zhu Xingnan is also a successful businessman after all. How can he waver in the face of such a major interest? Does he have other intentions?"
After hearing this, Huang Jun's heart sank and he began to wonder to himself. Could it be that this old boy had set a trap for me and I didn't notice it? But looking at the scene of the meeting at that time, it didn't look like this.
Huang Jun couldn't guess Zhu Xingnan's deep meaning.
He waved his hand and without any thought, looked at Bai Binghan and said, "Binghan, Mina, what are you doing now? Are you running business?"
Bai Binghan nodded and said: "The processing plant has been put into operation, but our influence is still relatively weak. Mina and I will do this again."
Huang Jun nodded and said: "Assign another job to the two of you. Find out for me which party the Timber Association's sworn enemy is, the one with some weight."
"Okay." Bai Binghan agreed without any objection.
After explaining the matter, Huang Jun returned to the retreat room and quickly reviewed the skills he had mastered before. The cell catalyst fell from the sky like a heavy rain and accurately fell into the teacup. The flowers exuded their fragrance and filled the entire vase.
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As he waved, a wooden stick appeared in Huang Jun's hand.
Reviewing the skills, Huang Jun nodded with satisfaction. After all, his efforts during this period were not in vain, and he finally mastered all the abilities. It felt great to have them at his fingertips, and Huang Jun liked this kind of excitement that came out of nowhere.
With nothing to do, Huang Jun continued to study wooden firearm imitations.
In one afternoon, there were already four revolvers and a rifle in the corner of the ashram. At first glance, these firearms looked like that, but at a closer look, they looked completely different. These firearms were rough in workmanship and in poor shape.
Stiff and no sense of fluidity.
Using such a firearm to scare people can make people see the truth at a glance. Huang Jun is not discouraged by such a result. Failure is success, as his mother, as long as he understands the summary, he will always succeed.
Adhering to this concept, Huang Jun continued to explore without any discouragement, and continued to polish and modify the energy framework. The energy particles floating in the air are inexhaustible, Huang Juncai is not worried about material problems, not to mention there is plenty of time at the moment.
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In the evening, everyone gathered together. The dishes on the dining table were ordered by Tong Xiaomeng herself. They were full of flavor and taste, satisfying the different tastes of everyone present.
Huang Jun ate absentmindedly, thinking about the graphics of firearms in his mind, and quickly modifying the energy frame in his mind. Wang Yihui and the others had already adapted to the boss's behavior. The boss was a magician and Feng Shui master, so there was nothing wrong with his strange behavior.
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"Here it comes!" While everyone was immersed in eating, Huang Jun suddenly shouted in surprise and stretched out his hand.
A revolver with a dark muzzle and a wooden handle suddenly appeared in his hand. Seeing the boss tinkering with this thing again, everyone here twitched the corners of their mouths, shook their heads helplessly and smiled bitterly.
It's really rare for a magician to turn into a pistol. The pistol that can be transformed is so specious that it makes people depressed. Everyone is curious about where Huang Jun hid the pistol before, but if he doesn't tell them, there is nothing they can do.
"Let's see how powerful my transformation is." Huang Jun put the pistol in front of the Dragon Slayer as if to show off.
The dragon-slaying army picked it up, weighed it, and said, "It feels like it's about the same weight."
Speaking of this, Dragon Slaying Army frowned and said: "Boss, let's make the barrel rounder. Is the barrel round or square? It seems like it has been deformed by heat. The position of the crosshair is a bit off, and the trigger is still there.
Burrs, anything shoddily made in a workshop, are better looking than this."
Huang Jun was hurt that his things were worthless. He glanced at everyone's faces and simply concentrated on eating.
"Don't waste this thing. Send it to the processing factory and let Master Tan polish it. It can still be sold at a good price. This is made of real sea yellow wood." After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, Huang Jun suddenly raised his head and reminded.
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Wang Yihui covered his brows in distress. This boss really has a childlike innocence.
The edge of a precious sword emerges from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms emerges from the bitter cold. No matter how hard you work, you will reap the rewards. Huang Jun's efforts finally bore fruit.
Two days later, Caiyuan Community.
The Dragon Slayer had just walked out of the bathroom when a gun was suddenly pressed between his eyebrows. Looking at the rifle in Huang Jun's hand, the Dragon Slayer subconsciously took a step back. He really couldn't tell whether the gun was real or fake.
The body of the gun is brown and red, smooth and stylish, exuding an icy aura, and the appearance of each component reveals traces of modern mechanical technology. The black muzzle is like a devil's cave that preys on people, devouring weak lives at all times. No matter what
No matter where you look, there is no flaw in this gun.
The dragon-slaying army was a little suspicious. Did the boss buy a real one because he couldn't make a fake gun? Once this thing went off, it would really kill him.
"Boss, we can't play like this." Dragon Slayer slowly raised his hand and solemnly reminded him.
Huang Jun looked at the dragon-slaying army's solemnity that didn't seem to be fake, put away the gun, hugged it to his chest, and said, "Guess how much I paid for this gun?"
Hearing this, the dragon-slaying army really had the urge to beat people up. It was actually a real gun. You kid was seeking death.
"Boss, you don't have a gun license, so it's better not to let outsiders see you." Dragon Slayer quickly persuaded.
"Yeah." Huang Jun nodded, then sighed and said, "Well, I can't make a fake one, so I have to buy a real one. I'm going to India, and I'm scared."
Huang Jun sighed helplessly, shook his head, walked into the bedroom, and kicked the door.
Looking at the closed door, the dragon-slaying army shook his head helplessly.
In the bedroom, Huang Jun was fondling the new weapon he had made, and was secretly happy. Whatever happened to wooden weapons, they could be fake and real. Using it to scare people should be able to avoid some crises.
On the way to the company, Tu Longjun reminded him again like a big brother: "Boss, you can't take out your gun now. The state strictly controls the proliferation of guns. If you have a gun in your hand, it will easily cause you trouble.
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Huang Jun snickered in his heart, but on the surface he acknowledged it humbly.
The factory has started production and the wood has been delivered. Huang Jun listened to Wang Yihui's report at the company and rushed directly to the factory.
After chatting with Tan Qinglin and other workers, Huang Jun looked at the wooden products they made. Among them, Huang Jun saw the wooden firearms he had made. After being reprocessed by these skilled craftsmen, the firearms had changed greatly.
Inside the exquisite gift boxes, these firearms are no longer much different from real firearms. They can be used to rob a bank without anyone noticing.
"That's awesome!" Huang Jun exclaimed, smacking his tongue.
The time agreed upon by Sun Jiaqian has arrived.
At the Natural Umbrella Timber Collection, Huang Jun and Sun Jiaqian met and got their passports.
"The business visa application takes three months. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation," said Sun Jiaqian.
“A pleasure to work with.”
Things at home have been arranged well, and Huang Jun got into Sun Jiaqian's car with peace of mind and rushed to the airport with her.
After landing in New Delhi, India, the two boarded a flight to Bangalore before they had time to admire the local scenery.
When the plane landed again, it was already ten o'clock local time.
After waiting for a while at the airport, the staff from the office rushed over. After exchanging greetings, Huang Jun and Sun Jiaqian got into the special car and rushed to the destination of their trip, Gudebo...
