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Only then did Qin Xiang sense that something was wrong, and asked Xiang Feng Xiao Xiao: "Xiao Xiao, what are you two doing?"
Feng Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, shrugged her shoulders, and said with a smile: "You will know if you go with the old madman, right?"
After saying that, he walked over and pulled Song Hanhan away. As he walked, he whispered in her ear and ignored Qin Xiang.
Yang Zijing glanced at Qin Xiang hatefully and followed them.
Feng Qing took advantage of Qin Xiang's confusion and suddenly grabbed his hand and walked towards the mini car. Qin Xiang wanted to break free from his hand, but the old man held it firmly. Qin Xiang was afraid that he would be hurt.
He had no choice but to endure the stench coming from him and followed him to the car.
"Mr. Feng, you don't want me to squeeze into this car with you, do you?" Qin Xiang frowned as she looked at the mini car that was just right for one person.
Although he is very interested in this car that can levitate in the air, he has heard Feng Xiaoxiao talk about the flying car engine. Now it seems that this mini car made by Feng Qing is a model of future urban air transportation.
, because judging from the scene where Feng Qing flew it down just now, although the roof is still connected with steel ropes, it is obvious that this mini car can get rid of the tension of the rope and fly freely. If this guy takes it out now
, will definitely cause a sensation all over the world.
But asking him to be squeezed into this car with this smelly Feng Qing is no different from making him suffer.
"Squeezing? You want to squeeze with me but I won't!" Feng Qing chuckled.
He didn't know where he took out a remote control and pressed it. Qin Xiang was surprised to find that the car was slowly expanding forward, backward, left and right. In two or three breaths, it was only about 1.5 meters long and 1 meter long.
The car with wide left and right sides expanded into a small car that followed a circle, and it looked more spacious than an ordinary car, but it only had two seats, one in front and one in the back. The driver's cab was in the front, and there was no seat in the front.
The steering wheel only has a computer touch screen, and dozens of touch points are displayed on the touch screen.
"Get in the car, kid, you are the second passenger in this car." Feng Qing chuckled and sat in the driver's seat.
"Xiao Xiao is the first one?" Qin Xiang sat in curiously and asked.
"That's right, my daughter doesn't care about sitting there. It's that little girl Song Hanhan." Feng Qing clicked on the touch screen, and the car roof lid closed quickly. He quickly touched the touch screen several times with both hands.
A deep sound sounded, and the car suddenly levitated.
"Is it her?" Qin Xianghan said, thinking that she had taken advantage of him.
"Yes, when it comes to passion and talent for cars, apart from Nannan, Song Yatou is the most talented girl I have ever seen. I am worried that one day Lao Feng will take away the secret of the speed car engine hidden in my heart.
." Feng Qing controlled the car to fly up and swish forward.
This car looks like bright white metal from the outside, but from the inside, it is made of a visible metal that Qin Xiang doesn't know, because from the inside, the car's shell looks like transparent glass.
He could clearly see his surroundings. At this time, the car was suspended in the air about fourteen or five meters. Through the car shell, he could see everything below. Qin Xiang saw that Feng Xiaoxiao was chatting with a group of people.
, those people surrounded her, it seemed that she was very popular here.
Qin Xiang deliberately asked him why he didn't provide the speed car engine and related technology to the country. After thinking about it, he gave up. If he could let himself know, Feng Xiaoxiao might have told him that he was not familiar with this old monster yet. Take your time.
Well, I'll ask him again when I have a good chance.
"Old man, what kind of metal is this? Why is there such a big difference between what is seen from the outside and what is seen from the inside?" Qin Xiang reached out and touched the car shell next to him and asked.
"This is a newly discovered rare material. It does not belong to metal, but its hardness is greater than titanium alloy. It is extracted from pure seawater. After high temperature treatment, it is made using the principle of light reflection.
Well, you can't see the inside from the outside, but you can see the outside from the inside." Feng Qing didn't hide anything from Qin Xiang and told him the truth.
While talking, the speeding car passed through a passage more than ten meters wide and slowly landed in an open space.
Qin Xiang saw that although it was underground, there was sunlight shining down on it. He looked up and couldn't help but secretly praise the brilliance of the designer who designed this place.
It turns out that the sunlight is brought down from the ground, is reflected and transmitted by some special materials, and finally reaches the underground, and then undergoes scattering processing, making the entire basement seem to be under the sun.
This basement area is about five to six hundred square meters, and it is fully equipped with various facilities, including training venues, basketball courts and other facilities. There is also a small swimming pool next to it.
There are more than twenty rooms on both sides, all of which were dug into the ground.
Feng Qing took Qin Xiang to a large room in Weiwei. The door of this room was made of metal. When Feng Qing walked in, the door opened automatically. After Qin Xiang followed him in,
Only then did I realize that the interior was basically a suite with three bedrooms and two living rooms. The design of the house was similar to that of the suites outside. The design outside the window was extremely clever, just like the outside. It was as if the outside of the window was not a dirt floor at all, but an empty open space.
The house was neatly tidied, but Qin Xiang knew at a glance that it was definitely not the old monster Feng Qing who had tidied it up. It was probably the work of Song Hanhan and other women.
"Mr. Feng, can you tell me what you want me to do now?" Qin Xiang asked after looking at the house.
"Come here." Feng Qing said and walked towards the balcony.
When Qin Xiang followed him in, Feng Qing was already lying on a long chair with his head on a basin.
He understood that this old monster Feng actually wanted him to wash his hair!
He shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he had to bite the bullet. Why did he slap his chest so loudly before? Tell me, a grown man, why do you slap your chest when you have nothing to do? Do you think your chest muscles are as elastic as Song Hanhan's?
What?
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Two hours later, Feng Qing woke up, twisted his neck, touched his head, and smiled at Qin Xiang, who was standing there with an aggrieved look on his face: "Good boy, your hair washing method is really good. I'll be free tomorrow."
No?"
"No, no, no, no, I have class tomorrow." Qin Xiang waved her hands repeatedly, never being fooled again. Sometimes it is better to do less patting on the chest, unless it is to pat other people or watch others pat,
Such as Song Hanhan and Xiao Xiao.
"Are you free the day after tomorrow?" Feng Qing never gave up.
Qin Xiang said hurriedly: "I'm not free the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I've been very busy during this period, hehe..."
"Oh, it turns out that young people are so busy. Hehe, it seems that I, the old man, have to think about whether I can sell you those cars. I was just thinking about it. If you are often free, which ones are the most popular?
I can just pick one of Feng's cars and give it to you, alas, alas, alas, it seems a bit difficult now!" Feng Qing sighed.
"Give me a car?" Qin Xiang's eyes immediately lit up.