Rebirth of the Evil Life

Bush, took leave. After taking a half-day leave yesterday, Bush took another day off today, and one day off. The reason is still a cold. This is the first time in American history that a president has taken sick leave for two consecutive days.

"Daddy, are you really not going to the White House today?" Barbara asked curiously.

"I'm sick, don't go!" Bush raised his voice.

"Daddy, you are the President of the United States, and you pretend to be sick. If you want to spread it, your approval rate will definitely drop by more than ten percent!" Barbara shrugged.

"I won't go to the White House to be a book boy for a day. I will never let Lin Feng play with me!" Bush said coldly.

Barbara shook her head helplessly.

"Daddy, if you hide today, can you avoid tomorrow? I see, you might as well enact a law to restrict others from sending you letters!" Barbara said.

Bush's eyes lit up, but after thinking about it, he was slumped again. This ordinary citizen has the right to send a letter to the President of the United States. That is a right granted by the US Constitution, and he has no ability to change it.

"Stupid, daddy, you can restrict foreigners from sending letters to the president of the United States! That way, no matter how many Chinese people are, there will be no more. In the United States, who is so boring to write to the president every day!" Barbara said .

Bush's eyes lit up, but then he was sad again. Because, he suddenly remembered that the people who wrote this time were all Chinese, American Chinese. How many Chinese Americans are there? At least more than 3.5 million people. With so many people, one tenth of them, writing a letter every day, then Bush will be busy every day. Although these people are all Chinese, they are all American passports. Bush has no law prohibiting them.

Unless Bush has reason to prove that these letters they wrote are purely boring letters and harassment letters, then he can prohibit these people from writing to him. But that can only be banned one by one, and not batch bans all at once. In this case, Bush thought for a while, but gave up on this idea. He has no time to waste with these people.

Of course, there is another reason for his current predicament, that is, the courier company that delivers these letters is Lin Feng’s "Fengshen Express." If it is not "Fengshen Express" delivery. Then these letters will be shipped once a day, and then even if there are more letters, Bush will not be afraid, and just destroy them all at once. But this time it was delivered by Fengshen Express, which resulted in the mail not coming in one go, but in batches. But Lin Feng even said yesterday that he let the letters come one by one. Oh shit. If I go back today, I'll be pretty funny.

Barbara shrugged helplessly. My own father is the President of the United States, the result is. But Lin Feng was forced by Lin Feng to pretend to be sick at home. It was really shameful to say this. Dignified President of the United States. Those who were run by Lin Feng didn't dare to go to the court, which was shameful.

Bush didn't care about the ridicule between Barbara's words. Instead of going to the White House to be a fool for a moment of enthusiasm, Bush dare not. In my own small home, drinking small wine, watching the ball game, how pleasant. Just take a day off and let this **** American government work. Let Lin Feng all go to hell!

"Mr. President, are you at home? A letter arrives!" When President Bush was most comfortable, a harsh voice broke Bush's tranquility.

"What! Letter! There is still a letter!" Bush exclaimed! He is hiding at home, and there are letters? This is too bullying!

"Father, there's mail!" Barbara shouted loudly from the back room, and the doorbell was jingling, annoying to death.

Bush frowned. After thinking for a while, he sighed secretly, whether this is a blessing or a curse, it is a curse that cannot be avoided, and what should come is always coming. Wave. Stopped the bodyguard to open the door, and opened the door by himself.

Fuck me! Bush opened the door. Can't help but make a violent foul language.

Lin Feng, I count you ruthlessly! ——Bush looks up to the sky and howls.

He knew that he shouldn't be so excited, but at this time, he really had to be excited, it was too bullying, it was too bullying. Bush lined up a long line outside his small courtyard. How long is this long dragon? Bush doesn't know. What Bush knows is that he can't see his head at a glance. Moreover, these people are very orderly, smiling, looking at Bush, and nodding slightly.

"Mr. President, please sign for your letter!" shouted the first one.

Bush frowned and gritted his teeth.

"Did you all call from Lin Feng?" Bush raised his voice.

Everyone just smiled without speaking.

Bush frowned.

"Then you are all here to send letters?" Bush asked again. If it is, he will charge it all at once and then burn it.

"President Bush, I am a courier. I don't know if they are!" said the person in the first place.

As for the others, they didn't say a word, just smiled.

Bush glared at everyone, knowing that these people were instigated by Lin Feng to tease him. But he is not easy to bully.

"Face, go and sign for me!" Bush said in a loud voice. Anyway, I have a bodyguard and want to exhaust myself. That is a delusion.

"President Bush, this is a letter written by Mr. Ellison, and he asked you to sign for it in person!" said the first postman.

President Bush frowned, can this not be signed? If you don’t sign, so many people, if you spread it out, you are hitting Ellison in the face, and Ellison is a Jew, but the Jews are very united.

Bush had no choice but to sign for it.

"President Bush, this is an autograph letter from Mr. Donald Trump, please sign for it!" The second person stood up again.

Can I not sign for this? Otherwise, it would be troublesome again, sign for it! Bush had no choice but to continue signing.

"President Bush, this is an autograph letter from Mr. Bernard Madoff, and I hope Mr. President will sign it!" The third person stood up again.

Bush continued to sign the receipt depressed.

Then, the fourth and fifth came out. As if he had become a doorman, Bush stood at his door and began to sign letters one by one. The origins of these letters are huge, and they are all decent figures in the United States. He can't offend anyone, at least he can't slap people in the face in front of so many people like this. That would be too much, he couldn't afford to offend so many people.

Damn, when did Lin Feng have such great connections in the United States! ——Bush frowned and said.

Damn, Lin Feng, sooner or later I will get back this hatred! —— Bush muttered to himself, signing and cursing Lin Feng.

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What is Lin Feng doing at this moment? Lin Feng came to a research room at Washington State University and found a middle-aged man.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Jonathan Rich!" Lin Feng asked.

"I am, who are you? And if you want to interview me, then I'm not free. I still have a lot of experiments to do!" Jonathan Richie glanced at Lin Feng, and then he helped the frame of the mirror and said impatiently .

Lin Feng smiled. Sure enough, I found the right person.

"Mr. Rich, I heard that you are developing an air-water truck, but I don't know how it is going?" Lin Feng asked.

Jonathan Rich frowned.

"No, I'm developing an air water tanker. But the current progress is not up to the ideal state, what do you want to interview. Please come back later. I am not free now." Jonathan Ritchie shook his hand impatiently. Turned and left.

"Mr. Rich, I'm not a reporter, but I came to you to research and develop something together! Restore something that was a hundred years ago. And let him serve the people!" Lin Feng said with a smile.

Jonathan Rich frowned.

"What? But I'm just studying air-waterwheels, and I'm not interested in other fields for the time being. If you have anything you want to be retro. Please find someone else!" Jonathan-Ritchie said.

"What if it was an air-waterwheel from a hundred years ago?" Lin Feng smiled.

"What! The air waterwheel a hundred years ago! Stop teasing, how could that be possible!" Jonathan Rich exclaimed.

How could there be an air waterwheel a hundred years ago? You have to know this concept. It was only put forward more than 10 years ago. How could there be an air waterwheel a hundred years ago. At first impression, Jonathan Rich thought that Lin Feng was a liar, a big liar.

Lin Feng smiled without answering, but took out the "air water wheel" invented by Tesla from his arms.

"This..." Jonathan Rich's eyes twitched. Isn't this the prototype of the "air water wheel"? The air water wheel he developed is exactly like this. However, it is still being tested and has many flaws. Where did Lin Feng come from? And from the appearance, Lin Feng might really be an ancient thing, a hundred years ago. Has someone really developed an air-water truck?

"Excuse me, is this an air waterwheel!" Jonathan Richie asked puzzledly.

Lin Feng smiled, did not answer, just put the "golf" thing in Jonathan Rich's palm. Then press the switch.

Jonathan Rich felt a slight vibration from the palm of his hand, and heard a small electric noise in his ears. After feeling some coolness in the palm of his hand, Jonathan Richie exclaimed after a while.

Water, water stains appeared on his palms, and there were more and more water stains in his hands. Later, there was even more water flowing directly from the palm of his hand.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, Jonathan Richie silently calculated the water flow, and waited until 13 minutes before exclaiming.

"Oh my God, this is really an air waterwheel, it is really an air waterwheel! Oh my god, this is amazing!" Jonathan Richie screamed, "Oh my god, sir, sir, can you tell me this Who invented the air waterwheel? Was it really invented a hundred years ago? This is amazing, amazing!"

Lin Feng smiled.

"Mr. Rich, before I answer you, I have a doubt, that is why you have to wait until 13 minutes before you start screaming!" Lin Feng asked curiously.

Jonathan Rich suppressed the excitement in his heart and said slowly, "That's it, this sir, many people know that I am studying air-watermills, but have been unsuccessful, so many crooks come to me, who they have air Many of the waterwheel models are filled with water in the air waterwheel. Once activated, the water can flow down. I have been tricked several times before. Just now I was calculating the volume of water in the ball and the volume of your water. The flow rate, calculate the volume of water. I am sure that the water flowing out is far more than the volume inside, and then I am sure that this is an air waterwheel! Oh my God, it’s amazing, it’s amazing!" Jonathan Rich Looking at the water that has been flowing down in surprise, his eyes are full of light.

magical! This is amazing!

"Sir, is this thing really invented a hundred years ago? Who made it?" Jonathan Rich asked hurriedly.

Lin Feng smiled.

"Mr. Rich, this air-water tanker is indeed a product a hundred years ago, and the person who produced this air-water tanker is the most outstanding and controversial scientist in the past few hundred years-made by Mr. Tesla. !" Lin Feng explained.

"Mr. Tesla!" Jonathan Richie was taken aback, and then exclaimed, "Mr. Lin, are you talking about Nikola Tesla?"

Lin Feng smiled and nodded.

"Oh my god, my god!" Jonathan Rich exclaimed again and again, "Mr. Tesla is so great, so great. It is so great that the air waterwheel could be invented a hundred years ago!"

Lin Feng looked at the crazy Jonathan Richie a little helplessly, wondering if these scientists are like this, they would be so crazy.

After a long time, Jonathan Richis calmed down.

"Sir, since you already have a prototype of Mr. Tesla's air water tanker, why do you still need to find me to cooperate! You can develop it by yourself. Even if you don't have money, you can use this prototype from Get funding from venture capital. And you shouldn't need to work with me at all!" Jonathan Richie said frustratedly.

He has been studying air waterwheels for ten years. In these ten years, he has failed countless times and cost a lot of money. His wife and children have left him because he is obsessed with studying air waterwheels. Now he can say that he has nothing. In the end, he was forced to join the research laboratory of Washington State University and signed a technology transfer agreement with Washington State University (Once he develops the air-waterwheel, Washington State University will acquire its ownership, and he will obtain Its profit is divided into 10% every year. Of course, if it has not been researched, Washington State University has the right to terminate the transaction at any time). As a result, now Lin Feng has Tesla's air water tanker a hundred years ago, what use is he?

Jonathan Rich suddenly felt that he had become a waste. After working hard for many years, it turned out to be nothing!

Thinking of this, Jonathan Richie suddenly collapsed. Years of painstaking effort, ideals were abandoned, this time, he was completely finished.

Lin Feng looked at Jonathan Richie who was limp on the ground in astonishment, and quickly helped him up.

"Mr. Rich, Mr. Rich, you are not a waste. You still need to fix this thing! How else would I come to you!" Lin Feng hurriedly persuaded him, he was really afraid that Jonathan Rich would lose his will. , In that case, I would be depressed.

"What? This thing needs to be repaired?" Jonathan Rich let out a sigh of relief slowly, and he gradually became sober.

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