The fat man took a plane back to the capital under Lin Feng's hypnosis. This time he didn't feel the feeling of flying at all. He just had another erotic dream.
When they came back, there were a row of red Polonaise taxis parked at the airport. Lin Feng simply indulged in luxury and called a taxi to take them back. This thing was expensive, costing 70 cents per kilometer. , the 70 cents at that time was not the 70 cents now. For ordinary people, a month's salary would be gone if they took a ride from the airport to the courtyard house where Lin Feng and the others lived.
"Madman, do you think we should buy one and drive it? This thing looks good. If we drive it out, even the grandson of Jinya will be envious." The fat man patted the seat and said.
"Well, I can consider it, but it's not easy to get a driver's license for this thing. I will probably have to take the test again, which will be very troublesome." Lin Feng sighed.
"Just take one test. Then it won't be easy for you. When you were in the United States, didn't you drive Shirley's sports car so fast?" said the fat man.
"Of course I have no problem with technology, but it seems that we can't take the driving license test privately now. We have to be affiliated with an employer. We are all self-employed. Where can the employer let us apply for it? Unless we go to Professor Chen and ask them to take us If the car is registered with the Cultural Relics Bureau, then there should be no problem, we are members of the national unit."
Lin Feng had some understanding of the current policy before, and knew that it was really difficult to get a driver's license now, even for someone like him who was already very skilled in the technology. It was still not easy.
"Okay, as long as you bring the things to Professor Chen, I believe he will be very willing to help with this small favor." Seeing that the taxi driver was there, the fat man didn't say anything clearly.
"Well, I'll ask later." Lin Feng said.
After returning to his home in the courtyard, Hu Bayi contacted Da Jinya and Chen Xiazi and invited them to eat at Peacock's restaurant. Since this restaurant opened, they have rarely gone to other restaurants to eat. Of course, they still have to pay for the meal. According to the given.
"Peacock!" As soon as Shirley entered the restaurant, she saw Peacock who was busy clearing the tables.
"Sister Yang, you are back." Peacock was very happy. He ran over and hugged Shirley Yang without letting go. Then he greeted Shirley Yang, Lin Feng and the others across the street.
"Brother Lin, Brother Hu, Brother Fat, that's great. You are all back. Let my sister-in-law cook some dishes later. Please tell me what the country of America looks like."
"Well, peacock, we haven't seen each other for a few days. She is getting more and more beautiful. We have brought you gifts. We will give them to you when we get home in the evening." Lin Feng said dotingly.
"Really, that's great. Thank you, Brother Lin."
"Hey, I'm talking about Peacock girls. They are all big brothers, but when they come to me, they become fat brothers. Why do I feel a generation shorter than them?" The fat man felt that there was something wrong with the way Peacock called him just now.
"Ah? Then what should I call you? Fat brother?" Peacock let go of Shirley and asked the fat man doubtfully.
"Fat brother? It's not good. It sounds like the name of a Chinese medicine. I remember there is a Chinese medicine called this name." The fat man frowned and thought.
"That thing is called Pang Dahai. I make it into tea when my throat is inflamed." Lin Feng said with a smile.
"Yes, yes, what I said is so familiar. I seem to have drank it before." The fat man said quickly.
"So you are the fat brother, do you still want to upgrade and surpass us? It is impossible in this life, unless you change your name." Hu Badi said.
The fat man could only mutter a few words and stopped talking. Instead, he asked Peacock to make him a cup of tea to relieve the heat.
After a while, Da Jinya and Chen Xiazi came hand in hand. After a few people sat down, Peacock also came to join in the fun. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon and no one was eating, so she came over and sat down to listen to their chat.
As soon as Da Jinya sat down, he asked,
"Guys, how was your trip to the United States? What did you gain?"
"Oh, just average. I only got tens of millions of dollars. There's nothing much to say." The fat man said pretentiously.
"Ahem! What? Tens of millions of dollars?" Da Jinya choked on the tea he just drank and asked after coughing twice.
"Lao Jin, don't listen to the fat man bragging. It's just hundreds of thousands of dollars. We plan to set up a charity fund specifically for military martyrs and disabled soldiers. We can't let those soldiers and their families who sacrificed their lives for us anymore. You are suffering." Lin Feng quickly stopped the fat man.
"Hundreds of thousands? That's a lot. Converted to RMB, it's over a million. You can buy a lot of high-end cars, and buy a few big houses. There's no problem at all. What? You want to buy one? Charitable fund? Does that mean all the money is donated?" Da Jinya said a few words before realizing what Lin Feng just said, and he immediately said in shock.
"Yes, our brothers are still young, so it is not difficult to make money, but the families of military martyrs and disabled soldiers really don't have much means to make a living, so we think we can help as much as possible if we can. "Hu Bayi took over the conversation and said.
"Hey, you guys are still very enlightened. Unlike ordinary people like me, who make some money and only care about their own enjoyment, without thinking about contributing to society at all. I think my father also came off the battlefield and his legs fell. I'm disabled, and if I didn't have some skills in antique appraisal, I would have probably starved to death a long time ago. That's a good idea, but it's a pity that I don't make much money, so I can't be of much help."
Da Jinya had said what he said, but he still had no money. The people at the scene probably thought that this guy really had no money. Everyone else curled their lips inwardly. This guy was definitely a Pixiu, and he only wanted to enter. Not out.
"Master Jin, I don't need to trouble you anymore. We can just do it. You are getting older, so you should save more money for your retirement." Lin Feng said this in a non-trivial manner, letting Hu Bayi and The fat man almost laughed out loud.
A few people chatted some more. After the dinner was over, Lin Feng gave Da Jinya some not very valuable jades and asked him to sell them on his behalf. Hu Bayi went to see Blind Man Chen to talk about the ancient tombs in Tibet and Muchen. The fat man polished his leather shoes and went dancing. He hadn’t been there for a long time, so he probably missed him a lot. However, Hu Bayi and Lin Feng were not interested in his activities at all, so he could only go alone. Went to have sex.
Originally, Lin Feng planned to have some friendly matches with Shirley while everyone was away, but Shirley insisted on going to the library to check out some Tibetan information, leaving him alone, not knowing what to do, so he decided after thinking for a long time. Go find Professor Chen.
Before looking for Professor Chen, Lin Feng first rented a private house in the suburbs, put all the things for Professor Chen in, then locked the door and went to the hospital. Professor Chen and Hao Aiguo had already developed iron deficiency and had been All in the hospital.
When Lin Feng found Professor Chen's ward according to the address, Hao Aiguo's previous students happened to be there, and they happened to visit the two professors today.
"Brother Lin, you're here." The little girl Ye Yixin recognized Lin Feng at a glance.
"Well, you are all here. We haven't seen each other for a long time. How are the two professors?" Lin Feng said.
"Oh, Xiao Lin is here. Sit down, sit down. If you are busy, don't come to see me all the time. We are all in good health and we won't die in a while." Professor Chen heard that Lin The wind came, he stood up quickly and said.
