Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 8 The First Pot of Gold
"In the northernmost market in Boda, the mobile phone seems to be a domestic brand, which is very cheap." Huang Qiao just finished speaking, and the incandescent light bulb above the two of them flickered on and off for a few times, and then went out completely. The room suddenly plunged into darkness.

Han Feng's spirit, which had been relaxed a little, tensed up in an instant, and he subconsciously touched his arms with his right hand. At the same time, he turned on the radar and scanned the surroundings, but found no signs of hostility.

Huang Qiao on the other side seemed to have gotten used to it, turned around and shouted, "Asha, go get some candles!"

Within a few minutes, Asha, that is, Huang Qiao's wife, put a few lighted candles on the table where the guests were still sitting.

"No way, this is not Bangji, and the power supply is not very stable." Huang Qiao saw Han Feng's nervous expression, and moved the candle to one side of the table, so as not to block the sight of the two.

Han Feng looked at the time, unknowingly he had chatted with Huang Qiao for nearly two hours, it was already [-] o'clock in the evening, there was no night life in this place, besides, he was still thinking about the situation of his workshop.

"Forget it, it's getting late, I have to go back and tidy up, the days ahead will be long, and we will have plenty of opportunities to talk again in the future."

Han Feng took out 4000 CFA francs and put it on the table. Our compatriots belong to compatriots, and the business still needs to be understood.

"Okay, I won't give it away." Huang Qiao patted Han Feng on the shoulder. He was also very excited today. Because of the extremely chaotic political situation, CAF is not a country that Huaxia Company often sets foot in. Since he married Asha, This is the first time I have met a Huaxia person, and I have sympathized with him.

After leaving the restaurant, Han Feng realized that the entire Boda had been completely cut off, and there was no lighting on the road. He could only use the moonlight to find the unfinished building in about four to ten minutes.

The system prepared Han Feng some simple raw materials such as metal, wood and plastic, so he spent about three days renovating the unfinished building, mainly removing the dilapidated doors and windows and replacing them with brand new products produced by the system , and finally cleaned up the entire first-floor space, and put some simple equipment as a workshop to confuse outsiders, otherwise Han Feng would have no way to explain where his products are taken out from.

After working hard for the past few days, almost all the locals in Boda know that there is an oriental man who claims to be proficient in magic and magic, and is going to open a mechanical repair shop in that cursed unfinished building.

According to the customs of Han Feng's hometown, two firecrackers should be put on the opening of a new store to make a good start, but there is no condition in this land of Afrikaans. Fortunately, Huang Qiao helped Han Feng contact a professional team. The black guy performed singing and dancing in front of the repair shop for several hours, even if he opened his business according to local customs.

Han Feng didn't have the conditions to get any signs here, so he just found a wooden board and painted it with white paint to hang outside. It said his three main businesses: collecting waste, selling hardware parts, and mechanical maintenance.

What Han Feng didn't expect was that early the next morning, he received his first business order, and it came from the police station in Boda.

Strictly speaking, from the son of the Chief of Police of Borda.

The local police chief's car broke down, and his son couldn't help his father fix the car after struggling for a long time, so he drove directly to Han Feng's place.

This is an old Hyundai Tucson, but there are still a lot of electronic equipment inside, so the system can't scan the whole vehicle at present, it can only judge that there are 37% of the durability of the whole vehicle left, and it is enough to drive here. It's already a miracle.

No matter what kind of mechanical equipment, it is rare to get enough maintenance and maintenance in Africa, from bicycles to airplanes. Just now, Han Feng also saw from the news that a helicopter crashed in Chad in the north. The most amazing What is reported is that no casualties have been found.

Just TM outrageous.

Fortunately, the original body used to be a car repairer in China. Although Han Feng had no experience, he quickly found out that a certain piston of the engine was damaged by comparing it with the knowledge in his memory.

"Wouldn't it be impossible to fix it?"

The face of the black boy fell instantly. Although he is not highly educated, he also knows that the precision parts in the car engine may not be rubbed out by a car repairman. They have to be sent to a big city for repair. Specifically, CAF , it can only be the capital Bangji.

However, the problem is that this car was broken when he went out for a drive secretly. If the chief's father finds out, he will probably be educated with sticks and belts.

"It's not necessarily..."

Just now Han Feng tried several times in a row, and found that although he couldn't scan the entire car, or even scan the engine alone, the engine piston and connecting rod group, as a purely mechanical structure, could be scanned by the system.

Since this car can be driven, it means that all six cylinders are not broken. You only need to scan the other few and let the workshop produce the damaged parts. The quality is definitely better than the original factory.

"Oriental man, do you have a solution?" The little brother who drove the car over had lost all hope, but Han Feng's words revived his hope.

"If you can fix it, I... I'll tell my dad that you're my friend and he won't charge you taxes."

Han Feng glanced at the young man who had just grown up speechlessly, and said to himself that with the local administrative level, it would not be possible to collect taxes, and this matter is not up to the chief of police to decide.

It turned out that Han Feng was wrong. The local taxation is decided by the chief of police and the mayor.

Of course, if he could reap the friendship of such a son of a local rich man, he would definitely not be at a loss.

"Leave the car here, take this note to pick it up at night."

Han Feng casually wrote a note and handed it to the black brother. His cursive Chinese characters have dual effects of encryption and anti-counterfeiting in CAF. Then he waved his hand and pretended to be an expert to send him away. After no one was there, he quickly got into the underground workshop.

This is the first time he has asked the super workshop to produce something. Although the shell of the production machine is completely opaque and Han Feng can't see what's inside, it should be similar to 3D printing based on the sound.

It's just that the equipment of this artifact can handle almost any material.

About half an hour later, an identical piston connecting rod was produced.

Han Feng touched it carefully, and found that the surface of the part was even a little hot.

He spent another afternoon replacing a few new parts, and then drove out for a lap, and the original vibration and abnormal noise problems disappeared completely.

As for the damaged parts that were replaced, he naturally threw them into the decomposition machine and turned them into metal raw materials again.

Some people may choose to return the damaged parts, but the director's son will definitely not, in case his father finds out, there is no way to explain it.

But that night, the person who came to pick up the car was a different person. He was bald, about 50 years old, with a neat mustache, wearing a police uniform and a military rank with three golden vertical lines on his shoulders. It looks very different from the general local rough.

CAF adopts a military rank system similar to that of France, indicating that this person is a captain. Although Han Feng saw him for the first time, he can probably guess that this should be the sheriff whose car was stolen by his son.

“Hello, Han, I’m Henry Abel, the Chief of Police here.”

The person came with a friendly attitude and took the initiative to shake hands with Han Feng. Although the two had never met before, this identity should not be faked.

"Mr. Director, hello, it's a great honor to meet you here." Han Feng's response was polite but a little blunt. Earn money by sending out to Afrikaans, but facing a local tycoon, there is nothing wrong with being polite.

After the greetings were over, Director Abel took out a note from his pocket, which was the one written by Han Feng himself in the afternoon.

"I want to know, how is the condition of my car, can it still go on the road normally?"

Han Feng took the note and tore it up, then took Abel to the backyard of the repair shop, where the sheriff's dilapidated Tucson was parked.

"It has been repaired, you can go up and try it, it will definitely be the same as before."

Abel got into his car, and after igniting it, he didn't rush to start. Instead, he got out of the car and opened the hood to listen for a while. After confirming that the sound was normal, he returned to the driver's seat and walked around Hanfeng's repair shop. for a few laps.

"very good……"

Abel jumped out of the car, patted the hood and gave Han Feng a thumbs up: "I went home and heard that little bastard said that there was a problem with the engine piston. I thought this car was going to leave me. What did you do?" Very good, how much is the total?"

"Um……"

This seemingly common problem stumped Han Feng. Normally, it should depend on the cost of replacement parts plus his own labor costs, but the products manufactured by the workshop basically only consume some diesel oil. Due to the previous damaged parts Being recycled, even the raw materials are hardly consumed...

"500...500 US dollars is fine." Han Feng reported a number casually without confidence.

"Okay, okay, if you drag it to Bangji or buy another car, I'm afraid it won't be the same amount, but I don't have US dollars, how about giving you euros." Abel didn't negotiate the price, and Han Feng didn't know himself Whether he asked for more or less, in short, he quickly received a stack of banknotes with denominations of 50, 20 and 10 euros mixed. Judging from the nonchalant expression on the director's face, he was probably a man of good fortune.

In fact, Han Feng really wanted to ask more questions just now, how is the person who brought the car over during the day, that is, the director's son, how he is now, but he opened his mouth, but he still didn't have the heart to spoil Abel's good mood.

"If you have any troubles in the future, you can come to me." Abel said and opened the car door again.

(End of this chapter)