Hk, Kwai Chung Pier in the south of the New Territories. A smuggling point controlled by 'Holy Light Technology (hk)'.
This place originally belonged to a certain gang gang. After the gang was massacred, a section of the wharf and several supporting warehouses were owned by Zhou Qingfeng.
There were more than a dozen police cars parked outside the pier. Sirens were blaring and lights were flashing. However, dozens of uniformed police officers were attacked by a series of "horror techniques" and ran around screaming like headless flies.
It’s so confusing! It’s so confusing!
The crew who were filming in the warehouse were escorted out. At this moment, everyone including the director, stage managers, and actors were standing aside, staring blankly at the amazing and subversive scene.
Just about half an hour ago, the Hong Kong police probably received a definite tip, and a large number of military police were ready to arrest the maritime smuggling and underground theater industry.
People at the docks and warehouses were caught red-handed, with no ability to resist at all. But just as they were about to be escorted into police cars, the uniformed police officers and the British police superintendent in charge of the escort went crazy without warning.
The senior inspector from England screamed in surprise in front of everyone, his eyes widened as if he saw the seventy-year-old crown prince had ascended the throne.
The other uniformed police officers also felt as if their balls had been kicked out. They were sobbing like fat pigs in a pig slaughterhouse after being electrocuted. They were shaking violently and fell down as soon as they kicked off their legs.
What was originally a serious, ruthless, and impending disaster scene turned into an absurd farce in the blink of an eye. Every plot challenged the audience's nerves.
Zhou Qingfeng rode a heavy motorcycle out of the darkness, turning a blind eye to the messy scene. He walked up to a police car, smashed the window with his bare hands, pulled out the British guy who was sitting inside and was directing the operation, and punched him.
This punch almost killed the British guy.
Even if he is not dead, his skull is deformed.
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the opponent's collar and was about to ask what these emperor's lackeys wanted to do? His mobile phone rang.
Look at the number...it's from Director Chen in the Imperial Capital.
I'm really busy. Can't you call me later?
The call was answered casually. Before Zhou Qingfeng could say "hello", a voice of surprise and cheers sounded from the phone, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, we are testing the tool sample you sent us with high-speed steel. The processing effect is very good."
The beaten British guy's face was covered in blood, his head was tilted, and he was groaning.
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the opponent's collar fiercely, but had to change his expression and asked on the phone: "What..., what high-speed steel?"
Director Chen sounded excited, "High-speed steel is a general term for steel. It has high hardness, high wear resistance and heat resistance, and excellent strength and toughness. In the past, the cutting tools of our machine tools were all made of high-speed steel.
But precisely because of its good performance, high-speed steel is very difficult to process. We have just tested that using the boron nitride tool you sent to process high-speed steel, the processing speed is ten times that of ordinary carbide tools.
Ten times, it’s really unimaginable speed. We all doubted whether our eyes were blind, so we tested it more than ten times in a row, and even changed the cutting tools to compare and check frequently.
The result was indeed ten times the processing speed. It was so shocking and unbelievable. All the old masters in our factory were shaking their heads and sighing. They had never seen such a good tool in their lives.
This integral boron nitride tool is extremely excellent in terms of rigidity and thermal hardness. Its penetration rate is more than seven times greater than high-speed steel, five times greater than ordinary carbide, and its service life is increased eight to ten times.
This kind of tool is really easy to use. Master craftsmen all say that if it can be popularized, the factory's productivity will be greatly improved, costs will be reduced, and benefits will increase explosively."
The uniformed police officers at the dock warehouse were still barking and running around. The seven little goblins were like whack-a-mole, looking for their traces everywhere and driving them into despair.
Several British police officers were shouting for help into the air, or kneeling on the ground and praying to God. They were helpless like bullied children, and they had no choice but to cry and cry.
However, the scene was so noisy that it could not cover up Director Chen's shouts on the phone. He cheered almost at the top of his lungs, and he could even hear other people behind him laughing.
After announcing the good news for a long time, Zhou Qingfeng made several hums and was quite happy. The more excellent the samples he provided, the more attention it would win for him, which would be very helpful for his next plan.
If the machining efficiency of cutting tools can be improved by ten times, it will greatly improve the capabilities of the domestic industrial system, and it will be a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.
Knives that originally cost a lot of money to import from abroad are now being obtained continuously from Zhou Qingfeng. He doesn't mind sending cutting-edge knives measured in tons to the country, as long as there are corresponding benefits.
After shouting for a long time, Director Chen heard that Zhou Qingfeng's side seemed to be in chaos. He suppressed the shouts around him and asked: "Mr. Zhou, is something going on over there?"
"Uh..., something happened. I was beating someone up."
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the dying British guy in his hand and threw it on the ground. "I don't know if that bastard reported it behind my back, which led to a group of foreign devils and two devils to come and cause trouble for me."
"Is it important?" Director Chen asked eagerly, "If there is trouble, we can send someone to pick you up. The superiors have spoken and will try their best to protect you."
"That's not necessary, I'm taking care of it." Zhou Qingfeng wiped the blood on the car casually. "It's hard to say anything else. I'm better at fighting."
"Okay, okay." Director Chen seemed to realize that he had disturbed Zhou Qingfeng, "Mr. Zhou, please get busy. We plan to continue testing, and next we will mill a piece of special alloy."
The phone hangs up.
Zhou Qingfeng was about to find another senior official to ask questions, but the British man who fell on the ground miraculously opened his eyes and shouted intermittently: "I am the Royal British Police, and your attack is a great evil."
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"So what?" Zhou Qingfeng spread his hands, "It's not the first time I've done this."
"You will be arrested, interrogated, and a jury will declare your crime." The British guy was still talking forcefully.
"You are tough, right?" Zhou Qingfeng sneered, squatted down, and whispered in a cold voice: "I once watched an online video.
Of course, if you don’t know what online video is, just treat it as a true story.
There are two white men who like to shoot some exotic videos and upload them to the Internet to attract traffic and show their superiority. They traveled around the world and one day they arrived in Hong Kong and met a local couple on the street.
Yes, right on the street, in broad daylight. One of the white men looked at the camera and happily pulled the girl away from the couple.
The girl didn't resist, but took the initiative to stick to him.
The boy in the couple didn't resist either.
The guy just faced the camera helplessly, showing his cowardice and humbleness to the whole world. His girlfriend was robbed, and he just accepted it without saying a word.
The two white men laughed and flirted with the newly acquired girl in front of the camera.
Too simple, too easy.
There is no guilt and no cost.
Before this, I had never thought that there were such useless people, such useless things, and such a useless society in the world.
But reality taught me a lesson that broke through the lower limit of my cognition. It made me realize that the world has such a ridiculous side.
The gap between people is so big.
If this happened in other countries and other ethnic groups, I would just laugh and even envy the romantic encounter of those two white-skinned young people.
But this happened in hk. Should I cry or laugh?
What's worse is that similar things are spreading, spreading unstoppably. I can't stop it, and I can't even discuss it. Reason tells me that this is the pain of development, but after all, I hope there will be fewer such things."
Having said this, Zhou Qingfeng's mobile phone rang again.
It was Chen Mu who called from the imperial capital. This time he shouted in a higher tone: "Mr. Zhou, we have just overcome a difficult problem.
We have solved this difficult problem in the processing of high-temperature iron-based alloys for turbofan blades. You must not know what high-temperature iron-based alloys are. But I still want to tell you the news.
This alloy is too hard, and ordinary tools cannot handle it, and it will chip when milled. Diamond tools are hard enough, but the high temperature during processing will directly destroy the diamond.
We have just tried cubic boron nitride tools to process high-speed steel, and have opened several milling machines to process special alloys. The test was very successful, and the machined surface was very good.
The heat resistance of boron nitride cutting tools is much higher than that of diamond cutting tools. We can process turbofan blades on a large scale in the future. As long as the scrap rate is reduced, many of our machine tool factories can turn losses into profits immediately.
Mr. Zhou, give us some more boron nitride cutting tools. We want to save more factories."
"Okay, okay, no problem, no problem at all." Zhou Qingfeng agreed in a deep voice, "That's why I'm here.
In order to develop faster, in order to see less useless things in the future, and in order that one day we can bully others. As long as you can work hard, I will do anything to help you. Don't let me down."
"Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, Mr. Zhou. We will definitely consider your previous request seriously." Director Chen didn't know what Zhou Qingfeng meant, but he just thought it was talking about his previous intention to cooperate.
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, his cold gaze turned into a ferocious smile, staring at the British Royal Police Officer on the ground, and sneered: "Did you hear that? I will not give you another chance to humiliate me."