I just want to fish in peace

Chapter 207
Fangyuan's off-road pickup truck is a personal item. Zhang Xinhua and others want it, but they can't say it.

Fang Yuan bought the materials and parts of the pickup truck with money, and Fang Yuan also made the car himself.

After lunch, Fang Yuan returned to the office, drawing pictures like the wind.

"The blueprints for the lathe, grinder, and drilling machine are all drawn up, and the processing of the parts will be arranged by Director Zhao."

Looking at the time, Fang Yuan turned and left.

He is already the deputy director of the factory, and he can come and go freely in the third machinery factory.

Put the motorcycle into the bed of the off-road pickup truck and drive the pickup truck for a fast ride.

"As long as there is no violation of laws and regulations, what's the problem with being high-profile?"

According to the age set in the Life in Another World Experience Card, Fang Yuan only turned 20 last month.

If there is no accident, wait another month or two, and his job level and technical level will increase again.

The performance of off-road pickup trucks has spread among certain groups of people.

The off-road pickup truck with powerful power, domineering shape, complete functions and super fast speed has attracted countless people's attention.

Too young?Fang Yuan's ability is too strong.

Once the ability reaches a certain level, age will not be an obstacle to upgrade.

In ancient times, there was a prime minister who was twelve or thirteen years old. Fang Yuan is now 20 years old.

If he was an ordinary person, for his own safety, he would definitely not be so high-profile.

Relying on the fact that our strength is invincible in the current world, it is inevitable to do things in our own way and be fearless.

Su Guoren and Hu Guoren from Xingguo offer generous conditions, wanting Fang Yuan to work abroad.

Fangyuan's fame and talent amazed the world, and age and length of service were no longer obstacles to promotion.

Drive the off-road pickup truck to the garage behind the house and take off the motorcycle.

"Tomorrow Saturday, the factory will not work, so I just go fishing in East Lake."

There is no urgent task, and the No. [-] Machinery Factory works every five days and two days off, and there is no night shift yet.

It took ten minutes to change the door behind the house into a remote control door.

Fangyuan is not afraid of being known, as early as [-] years ago, there was a remote control.

"The trunk diameter of the fuel tree has grown to [-] centimeters, and it can produce fuel."

"The rice behind the house will mature in more than a month, and the rice outside the main gate has already matured."

After locking the gate, Fangyuan came to the main entrance, harvested rice with a sickle, threshed and weighed the records.

The birth of high-yield rice requires a process, and he plans to announce high-yield rice next year.

The oil tree has already bloomed, and it will take about a month until the fruit matures.

The fruit of the fuel tree can be planted into a fuel tree.

Xinhua is currently short of fuel, and Fangyuan plans to give away the fruit of the fuel tree.

In order to prevent fuel trees from being exported overseas, the fuel trees planted with fruit do not have the ability to bloom and bear fruit.

The oil tree at home only bears [-] fruits each time, and only [-] fruits each year.

Go back to the garage at the back of the house, lift the off-road pickup truck and cover it with bricks.

Start the off-road pickup truck and wait for the gas in the car to burn off.

Cut off the oily branches of the fuel tree, and install valves, faucets, and oil pipes.

In the kitchen, Fangyuan made a pot of braised pork, fried a vegetable, and cooked some rice.

"Oil stoves and oil generators can be used."

Getting a fuel generator is just to deceive people.

Fangyuan intends to produce electrical appliances such as air conditioners, washing machines, and electric fans.

Xinhua's power generation capacity is insufficient, and he has a fuel-fired generator at home. When there is a power outage, he also has electricity.

A micro-reactor is installed in the basement, and the function of the fuel generator is just to block Yoyo's mouth.

No gas ticket?I have a fuel tree.

No electricity?I have a gas generator.

How did the fuel generator come about?Motorcycles and off-road pickup trucks can be made, so how difficult is it to make a self-made fuel generator?

The rich aroma of braised pork spreads with the wind.

The neighbors in the yard, smelling the smell of meat, were envious and jealous.

Fang Yuan has no intention of moving away, the living environment in the courtyard allows him to learn a lot.

The prudent Zhang Youde and the shameless Fan's pristine Guo Dacheng helped improve his emotional intelligence.

Of the entire NO.12 courtyard house, only Fangyuan’s house is currently locked.

Eat and drink enough, rest for a while, and take a comfortable hot bath.

Hearing the knock on the door, Fang Yuan opened the door and saw that it was Zhang Youde, the steward of the backyard.

"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?"

"Director Fang, the money from Wu Kui's house was stolen"

"Okay, I'll go later."

In Fang Yuan's heart, the whole hospital meeting is more exciting than the movie.

Guo Dacheng is still in charge of the front yard, and the previous investigation did not find any relationship between him and the enemy agents.

After several days of continuous interrogation, Guo Dacheng, who had regained his freedom, never dared to provoke Fangyuan again.

After Fang Yuan was promoted to deputy director of the motorcycle workshop, the neighbors looked at him with admiration.

After becoming the deputy director of the factory, the neighbors in the yard respected him very much.

Hard-headed workers, when they make no mistakes, dare to talk to the factory manager and deputy factory manager.

The vast majority of workers are somewhat afraid of the leaders in the factory.

Putting on a chair, teacup and cigarettes, Fang Yuan came to the courtyard.

He is not in charge, has no idea of ​​coming forward, and An Anxin is a guest listener.

The three stewards asked many people, but did not find any clues.

The money in Wu Kui's family was lost during work.

Children who go to school are naturally excluded.

Adults who don't have a job are all suspicious.

Fang Yuan, who left work early, was not suspected by anyone.

Wu Kui was stolen more than [-] yuan, which was too little for Fang Yuan.

The logical thinking of the three stewards is not bad, and they know how to use the method of elimination.

Fang Yuan cast her soul power, looked at the scene of the crime, and immediately knew who the thief was.

"Isn't Fan Ren in primary school this Friday? When did he go to Wu Kui's house and steal money?"

Just when Fangyuan was puzzled, primary school teacher Sun Fusheng came to the courtyard.

Zhang Youde asked, "Teacher Sun, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Zhang, Fan Ren didn't go to school this afternoon. Let me ask about the situation." Sun Fusheng said bluntly.

Hearing this, everyone thought deeply.

Fan Ren, who had a criminal record, became the biggest suspect on the spot.

"Fan Ren, did you steal my money?" Wu Kui shouted.

More than [-] yuan is equivalent to Wu Kui's salary for [-] days.

"Wu, what do you mean?" Liu Yan scolded immediately, Fan Ren is her precious son, no matter whether he stole Wu Kui's money or not, as long as there is no conclusive evidence, he did not steal it.

"Who knows what Fan Ren did this afternoon, I'll give him fifty cents." Wu Kui said.

"Uncle Wu, I saw Fan Ren set off firecrackers in the afternoon."

"Uncle Wu, I saw it too," several children said one after another.

"Liu Yan, lose money." Wu Kui said angrily.

"I gave my grandson the money to buy firecrackers." Liu Yan said seriously.

"My grandson is so good, how could he steal your money?" Grandma Fan Ren said.

"That's right, my grandson will never steal your money." Grandpa Fan Ren said.

"The three stewards, do you care?" Wu Kui looked at the three stewards.

"Wu Kui, what should we do if there is no evidence?" Guo Dacheng frowned.

"Director Fang, I'll listen to you." Wu Kui had an idea.

"Call the police." Fang Yuan said surprisingly.

"Factory Manager Fang, the incident in the courtyard will not be affected by calling the police," Guo Dacheng said.

"Wu Kui was stolen with more than [-] yuan. If you are willing to pay compensation, you don't have to call the police." Fang Yuan said indifferently.

"Guo Guanshi, I've been stolen more than [-] yuan. If you give me the money, I won't call the police." Wu Kui said.

"I didn't steal your money, why should I pay for it?" Guo Dacheng said confidently.

(End of this chapter)