Extreme Demon Little Farmer

To be honest, will doesn't want to take some of the girls with him. This time, he is going back to fight a wave of regiments. What he needs is combat effectiveness. Each of them has his own output position. The girls in China are not even helpful.

After all, when Qu Yuan threw himself into the river, the light god religion did not appear, and there was no ancient civilization comparable to the ancient civilization of China.

"Business" is almost finished. Ling Feiyu is waiting for the result. They began to talk about each other's private affairs. Jiang Zhufeng gossip about Ling Feiyu's marriage and asked if he had a wedding invitation at that time.

When it comes to this, Ling Feiyu has a headache. "Although it's my wedding, you asked the wrong person. I don't have any say in my wedding. It's all my wife. I'm only responsible for giving money."

Han Dong said with a smile, "ah, that's not right. It's all your wife. No, it's not right..." they all looked at him, waiting for his next sentence, "it should be your wives. Ha ha ha."

A few people laugh, will can't understand, they laugh along with it.

All of a sudden, his mobile phone rang and said sorry. He went out to answer the phone. After several minutes, he came back with a black face. He sat down and didn't speak. He seemed to be thinking about something.

Ling Feiyu nodded at the table, "if you have something to do, you can do it. We are drinking and playing."

The big guy stands up, exaggerating and big. Every time he gets up, he gives the illusion that he can turn the table over. He holds the mobile phone tightly in his hand. The 5.2 mobile phone in his hand is the same as Ling Feiyu's small mobile phone in his early years.

Jiang Zhufeng had a clear mind. Seeing that he was still hesitant, he took the initiative to ask, "is there any trouble? We can't help, but we can help."

Will thought for a moment, and then sat down, suddenly poured a mouthful of wine, "Ling Dong, you should know my work."

"I don't know." Ling Feiyu honest answer, he has nothing to care about other people's work.

"He is the vice president of Benzi automobile's branch in China. This time he came to China with a work visa. He is on a business trip." Zhang Qianjin quickly said that this is his job.

Ling Feiyu patted his head. "I almost forgot that the Hans tiger manufacturing industry, which has the nickname of many factories, Benzi automobile and don't touch my car are all the earliest famous automobile brands in China. Now they are very influential and old brands."

"Ha ha, not now. Hans tiger has become Hans cat. The reputation of Hans quality has long been corrupted." Jiang Zhufeng said with a smile.

Will as solid as rocks, because Jiang Zhufeng was very hot in his cheeks, and the manufacturing industry of Hans tiger had always been the number one title in the world. Hans's quality was rock solid, and make complaints about the strict and careful character of Hans and tiger people.

But in recent years, the reputation in the world market has collapsed again and again. In the automobile industry and heavy machinery, the export products often have all kinds of strange accidents.

Especially for the export to China, the Hans tiger people despise China, and the accident rate of exported cars is much higher than that of other countries. The typical example is to fool the Chinese people into not knowing the goods, and there is no way to deal with them.

Recently, there was another accident. Will was biting his teeth and said, "someone bought a Benz of nearly 90000 euro in a fourth son's shop somewhere, and it leaked oil when he went out. Recently, it's very noisy."

"There's such a thing... No wonder you, the vice president of Shenzhou branch, must have a headache about how to wash the floor now." Jiang Zhufeng is making sarcastic remarks again. Their three innings have nothing to do with this matter. It's just a spectator mentality. Mainly in this matter, they can't help will, and they don't want to help him!

Ling Feiyu is stunned, "go out to leak oil? There's something wrong with the quality of the car. It's all over to change the car. "

"The fourth son's shop doesn't change it. It only changes the engine and takes three guarantees."

"What's the truth? San Bao should also be a change of car or a refund. It's no matter what the engine is changed. The new car leaks oil. Who knows if it's a new car." Ling Feiyu thought it funny.

Han Dong scratched his head. "It's not that simple. It's very involved. We know something about the internal situation, but we don't know much about it. In short, if it's big, everyone will feel bad."

"The main reason is that the fourth son's management is too weak. He doesn't Treat honest people as people. At the beginning, he made it clear that he was bullying the car owner. He was honest, but he didn't expect that the car owner's rank was high, and all aspects of the management of the fourth son's shop were slapped." Zhang Qianjin is depressed. A while ago, his wife also said that she wanted to buy an entry-level Benz, because she didn't dare to buy it.