My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

He did a few laps in front of the mirror, fine-tuning some muscle distribution.

There is one more way to save lives!

The more Fu Qingjun looked at it, the more satisfied he became. This world is too dangerous. The more means of self-protection the better, the more at ease he will feel.

The use of hair has been developed by myself more and more mature.

As for the braided clothes on the upper body, I don't need them. The hair is wrapped around the waist, and I usually use it as a muscle top...

Fu Qingjun looked at himself in the mirror, very satisfied, but suddenly frowned and said: But once the braided muscles are strong, it will appear that I am very short, and the whole person develops horizontally, like a short and handsome handsome Wu Dalang.

But short guys can handle it.

Wearing height-enhancing shoes of more than 20 centimeters, you can barely go out. The appearance is just a sense of disobedience, but the disobedience is probably acceptable, so it is not a problem to pretend to be Fu Qingjun, the big brother of the rivers and lakes... .”

It can be solved on the outside, but when I fight, even if I press my muscles, I know it's an inflatable boy... Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, sat on the chair to relax, and then shook the bell on the window .

Jingle.

After a few minutes, the small trumpet from the noodle restaurant downstairs came over, after all, he asked to stay by his side.

The dead house also has a personal nanny at home, Fu Qingjun has never received such superior treatment before.

The sausage mouth of the small trumpet has obviously disappeared a lot now, but it still looks bright red. He muttered: Brother Fu, why haven't you made a breakthrough in martial arts? I have been guarding you for a few days.

Fu Qingjun pretended not to hear, but still showed his head and said: I want to get a rubber band... If possible, get a pocket watch and a music box.

Little Trumpet said shyly, I have no money.

Fu Qingjun was speechless.

I just gave you the money and ran out?

Why are you so small, so you can eat?

I was too poor to open the pot, so I had to let her sell some rice back with the last three taels of silver on hand. There was no more rice in my pot, and I and the ants were too good to eat.

Believe me, if we get a music box or a pocket watch, we will have money. Fu Qingjun said seriously.

How rich? Little Trumpet was curious.

Very rich. Fu Qingjun said: If we can, there is a high probability that we won't have to grab the site of the train station anymore. That's the old business. In our new era, I want to bring my brothers, Take the high-tech route, mechanized production process, assembly line production...

Mechanization, high technology? Assembly line production?

Little Trumpet seems to understand, but she has also heard these terms.

The pocket watch and the music box must be very important, but I don't know how to buy them, and I haven't even played with them. The trumpet scratched his head, his lush hair was so soft that Fu Qingjun couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

The little trumpet said again: However, sister Li Mo next door must understand this.

Li Mo?

Fu Qingjun thought for a while, Li Mo should go to work, Squat her to get off work, let her go with you...The money may not be enough, after all, these things are expensive, but you let her pay for it! Just say this I said, I'll give her a better job, we'll make extremely high-precision music boxes, pocket watches...she can preside over those things.

Let an outsider come? Little Trumpet was a little puzzled.

Fu Qingjun shook his head, You muscular martial arts masters who practice martial arts don't know how to do business. She has a very clever mind and is suitable for this job. You can set up a security agency and be responsible for collecting money.

Oh. Little Trumpet nodded.

He thought for a while and asked, Recently, has anyone been injured at our train station?

The little speaker was taken aback, Yes! Qin Ru was injured and hit her waist...It's quite pitiful, her husband died,

I can only move the goods, but she is the person opposite, not under our control... Besides, the train station is no longer ours.

Qin Ru?

It should be Qin Hong's sister.

Fu Qingjun thought for a while and said, Tell her where the address is.

The little speaker was stunned for a few seconds, and replied: It's on the third floor of the building next to this street, at the corner. Why, Brother Fu, you are going to retreat and go out to condolences to your subordinates? But it's not ours. ah?

Fu Qingjun shook his head without explaining.

The follow-up investigation of the experiment is still necessary.

Will the hairline regrow?

How is your physical condition?

Are the side effects of mental fatigue serious?

My sister's residence must be my sister's residence.

In addition, there is also the possibility of follow-up experiments. In short, we need to know where the people live.

Fu Qingjun dismissed Xiao Trumpet away, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ant wine has accumulated a lot.

But it is difficult to solve financial problems in a short period of time, because this kind of thing is not easy to sell, which is caused by the nature of the commodity.

You have to build a brand and reputation, which cannot be solved in two or three days.

But mechanical handicrafts are different, they can be sold as soon as they are taken out.

Music boxes, pocket watches, if they are made by hand, those muscular ants should be able to do it... In this era, they are already high-end luxury goods. Fu Qingjun plans to give them a spot for research and imitation, so that they will have money .

At night, Fu Qingjun saw Li Mo and Xiao Trumpet knocking on the door.

Li Mo handed over a music box and a pocket watch, Thirty-seven taels of silver, I bet my life on you, what you said is true?

Fu Qingjun nodded.

Li Mo obviously believed in his character, or the prestige of the original owner. As soon as he spoke, the other party would go bankrupt and believe in him. This was the original owner's personality charm.

Little trumpet can't lie, and you understand my character. Fu Qingjun said.

But... Li Mo was a little puzzled, It's very difficult! It's not like no one among us wants to make it, even some blacksmiths are doing it, the speed is too slow, and their precision is very high, especially pocket watches, they It is said that the gears are precise to the millimeter level, and various mechanical structures...

Don't worry, I won't lie to you. Fu Qingjun thought for a while and said, If you can, you can contact sales, I already have a channel.

Then we have to contact the brothers. Little Trumpet remained firm.

Fu Qingjun was silent for a while, and said: We have to contact the brothers, but there is no rush, we will wait until we succeed, and see how things go tomorrow.

Okay. The little trumpet said.

...

After Fu Qingjun dismissed them, he still hesitated.

The big mouth of the small speaker, although it is impossible to spread it all over the place, but it must be said by people who have a good relationship with the gang...

But I have to face it sooner or later, and it's not bad to take it step by step.

He didn't think much about it, and just fell silent for a while, Three or four centuries have passed during the day, and it is estimated that it has eased. Fight for three or four centuries tonight, let the ant civilization make things, and even see if it is possible , open the tunnel over there, and enter into the initial exploration.”

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, but when he looked at the entire sand table, he found that the entire demon country was filled with blood donation, killing, and in the end, it was the breath of death. A war was breaking out, unprecedentedly fierce.