Hk, Kwai Chung Pier in the south of the New Territories. Smuggling point controlled by'Holy Light Technology (hk)'.
This place originally belonged to a certain gang. After Tangkou was slaughtered, a section of the wharf and several supporting warehouses were owned by Zhou Qingfeng.
There are a dozen police cars parked outside the pier. The police sirens sounded and the warning lights flashed. But dozens of uniformed policemen were attacked by a series of'horror techniques', and they were howling like headless flies.
Confused, this is really confusing!
The crew who was filming in the warehouse was escorted out. At this moment, including the director, the screenwriter, and the actors, everyone stood on the side, looking at the scene of surprise and subversion in a daze.
Just about half an hour ago, the hk police probably received a definite tip that a large number of military police were ready to catch maritime smuggling and the underground cinema industry.
The people in the docks and warehouses were caught upright, with no resistance at all. But when they were about to be taken to a police car, the uniformed police officer and the British superintendent in charge of the escort went crazy without warning.
The senior inspector from Britain screamed in front of the crowd, his wide-eyed eyes as if he saw the seventy-year-old prince has ascended the throne.
Other uniformed policemen were also kicked and exploded. They looked like fat pigs in a pig farm after being shocked by electric shocks. They trembled violently and fell down as soon as they kicked their legs.
The original serious, ruthless, and imminent scenes turned into absurd comics in the blink of an eye. Every plot is challenging the nerves of the audience.
Zhou Qingfeng rode a heavy motorcycle out of the darkness, turning a blind eye to the chaotic scene. He walked to a police car, blasted the window with his bare hands, and pulled out the British guy who was sitting inside directing the action, with a punch by the way.
This punch almost killed the British guy.
Even if he wasn't dead, his brain was deformed.
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the opponent by the collar, and was about to ask what the emperor lackeys wanted to do? His mobile phone rang.
Look at the number..., Chief Chen from the Imperial Capital called.
This is really busy, can't you call later
After turning on it, Zhou Qingfeng hadn't made a'feed' yet, and an exclaimed voice rang in the microphone, "Zhou, Mr. Zhou, we are testing the tool samples you sent with high-speed steel. The processing effect is very good.
The British guy who was beaten had blood on his face, his head crooked, and he groaned.
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the opponent's collar fiercely, but had to change his expression, and asked on the phone: "Huh..., what high-speed steel?"
Chief Chen said with excitement, "High-speed steel is a general term for steels. It has high hardness, high wear resistance and heat resistance, and excellent strength and toughness. In the past, our machine tools were all made of high-speed steel.
But precisely because of the high performance of high-speed steel, its processing is very difficult. We just tested that the processing speed of high-speed steel with the boron nitride tool you sent is ten times faster than that of ordinary cemented carbide tools.
Ten times, the speed is really unimaginable. We all wondered if our eyes were blind, and we tested more than ten times in a row, and we also changed the tool and often compared the test.
The result is indeed ten times the processing speed. It was shocking, it was incredible. All the masters in our factory are shaking their heads and sighing. I have never seen such a good tool in my life.
This integral boron nitride tool is extremely excellent in rigidity and thermal hardness. Its penetration rate is more than seven times that of high-speed steel, five times that of ordinary cemented carbide, and its service life is increased by eight to ten times.
This tool is so easy to use. The masters all say that if it can be promoted, the production rate of the factory will be greatly increased, the cost will be reduced, and the benefits will increase like an explosion. "
The uniformed policemen on the dock warehouse are still yelling, running around. The seven little fairies looked like a gopher, looking for their tracks everywhere, driving them to nowhere.
Several British police officers were crying for help into the air, or kneeling on the ground and praying to God. They are helpless like bullied children, and they have no choice but to cry.
But the scene was so noisy, it couldn't hide Chief Chen's yelling on the phone. He almost cheered with all his strength, and he could hear the others behind him laughing.
After the good news was announced for a long time, Zhou Qingfeng was also very happy with a few sounds. The better the samples he provided, the more attention he could win him, and it would be very helpful to his next plan.
If the machining efficiency of cutting tools can be increased by a factor of ten, this will greatly improve the ability of the domestic industrial system, and it will be a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.
The knives that were originally imported from abroad at a large price are now continuously obtained from Zhou Qingfeng. He doesn't mind sending cutting-edge knives calculated by tons to the country, as long as there are corresponding benefits.
After screaming for a long time, Chief Chen heard that Zhou Qingfeng seemed to be in a mess. He suppressed the shouts around him and asked: "Zhou, is there something wrong with you?"
"Uh... something happened. I'm beating someone."
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the dying Englishman in his hand, and threw it on the ground. "I don't know if it was the bastard who reported it behind the scenes, and the group of foreign devils who led the two devils came to trouble me."
"Does it matter?" Director Chen asked eagerly, "If there is any trouble, we can send someone to pick you up. The leader above has spoken and will try to keep you."
"That's not necessary, I'm dealing with it." Zhou Qingfeng wiped blood on the car body casually. "It's hard to say anything else, I'm better at fighting."
"Okay, okay." Director Chen seemed to realize that he was disturbing Zhou Qingfeng, "Zhou, you are busy. We plan to continue testing and we will mill a special alloy next."
The phone hangs up.
Zhou Qingfeng was about to find a bigger official to ask. The British guy who fell on the ground opened his eyes miraculously and shouted intermittently: "I am the British Royal Police. Your attack is a great evil. "
"So what?" Zhou Qingfeng spread his hands, "It's not the first time I have done this."
"You will be arrested, interrogated, and a trial team will declare your crimes." The Englishman is still clamoring.
"Stubbornly?" Zhou Qingfeng snorted, knelt down, and whispered in a cold voice: "I once watched an online video.
Of course, if you don’t know what an online video is, just treat it as a true story.
Two white people like to take some exotic videos and upload them to the Internet to attract traffic and show their superiority. They wandered all over the world. One day they arrived at hk and met a local couple on the street.
Yes, it's on the street, in broad daylight. One of the white men looked at the camera and happily pulled away the girl in the couple.
The girl didn't resist, but took the initiative to post it.
The boy in the couple did not resist either.
The guy only looked helplessly at the camera, showing his cowardice and humbleness like the whole world. The girlfriend was robbed, so he recognized it without saying a word.
The two white people laughed loudly, in front of the camera and the girl who had just arrived.
Too simple, too easy.
There is no sense of guilt, and there is no price.
Before this, I never thought that there would be such a useless person, such a useless thing, such a useless society under the world.
But reality taught me a lesson and broke through my cognitive lower limit. Let me know that the world has such an absurd side.
The gap between people is so big.
If this happened in other countries, other nations, I would just laugh, and even envy the affair of the two white-skinned young people.
But this happened in hk. Should I cry or laugh
To make matters worse, similar things are spreading, unstoppable spread. I can't stop it, or even discuss it. Reason tells me this is the pain of development, but I hope that this kind of thing will be less after all. "
Having said that, Zhou Qingfeng's mobile phone rang again.
It was Chen Mu calling from the imperial capital. This time he shouted in a more high-pitched tone: "Zhou, we have just overcome a problem.
The high-temperature iron-based alloy processing of turbofan blades, we have overcome this problem. You certainly don't know what a high-temperature iron-based alloy is. But I still want to tell you the news.
This alloy is so hard that ordinary tools can't handle it, and it cracks when milled. The hardness of the diamond tool is sufficient, but the high temperature during processing will directly waste the diamond.
We just tried cubic boron nitride tools to process high-speed steel, and we drove several milling machines to process special alloys. The test was very successful and the machined surface was very good.
The heat resistance of boron nitride tools far exceeds that of diamond tools, and we will be able to process turbofan blades on a large scale in the future. As long as the scrap rate is lowered, many of our machine tool factories can immediately turn losses into profits.
Mr. Zhou, give us some more boron nitride tools. We need to save more factories. "
"Well, no problem, no problem at all." Zhou Qingfeng replied in a deep voice, "I'm here for this.
In order to develop faster, in order to see less useless things in the future, in order to someday we can bully others. As long as you can work hard, I will also help. do not let me down. "
"Relax, rest assured, President Zhou rest assured. Your previous request, we must seriously consider it." Director Chen didn't know what Zhou Qingfeng meant, only as a discussion about his intention to cooperate.
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, his cold eyes turned into a smirk, staring at the British Royal Police officer on the ground, and sneered: "Have you heard? I won't give you another chance to humiliate me."