Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

"Officer! Move slowly!"

Lin Feng waved his hand, and after Dong Wei and the others threw the dead dog Dahuang into the trunk, they escorted Yu Jing back to the Public Security Bureau.

It's not that they want to eat dog meat, but the dead dog is evidence and must be taken away.

When the group of people saw the police leaving, they slowly dispersed.

Yu Jing has done many evil things, she deserves it, and everyone applauds her.

Lin Feng closed the door and went home. He came to the foundation next to the villa. He also had to check the construction status. After all, it was right next to his villa.

Now the construction team has dozens of people here, mainly the equipment has been transported, and there are two excavators?

But when the excavator arrived, I was a little confused. Whose technology is this? So superb?

This [-]-meter-square, eight-meter-deep foundation was dug with edges and corners? Exactly?

It seems that our excavators can go home, we are no longer needed here.

"Are you Mr. Lin? I am Qiao Feng, the construction team leader. The equipment has been shipped. We will start construction immediately when the materials arrive tomorrow morning."

As soon as he saw Lin Feng approaching, a young man about 25 years old immediately came over to greet him.

"Are the villa drawings ready? I want to take a look."

Lin Feng glanced at Qiao Feng. Could this guy be Duan Yu's brother?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, you just asked for it in the morning, so we haven't finished the drawings yet. But I think it will be done soon. My sister is working hard on the design. She majors in architectural design, and her design is better than mine, because she I am also obsessed with the design of apocalyptic fortresses. I have checked a lot of information before, so I asked her to design it this time."

Qiao Feng told the truth, he was indeed professional in designing villas, but her sister in the safe house was definitely more professional.

“If someone asks you what you want to build, don’t say it’s a safe house, just say it’s a private tertiary-A hospital.”

Lin Feng's words made Qiao Feng a little confused.

Why is it said to be a private tertiary hospital? Does it make any difference?

"Okay, Mr. Lin, the workers don't know what to build yet. I will tell the workers to build a tertiary hospital after we start work.

Lin Feng didn't dare to neglect it. This was a big project worth three billion. As long as it was completed, he could earn at least several million.

And he still earns it in one month, which is equivalent to what Qiao Feng earns in a year. How can he not be cautious? "

As for the workers? Isn’t it still 200 yuan a day without food and three shifts? Does it matter how much money the boss makes has anything to do with them?

"Brother! I'm here! I've made the design drawings! I'm exhausted! Why is the construction site in our community?"

At this time, a tall little fairy jumped up from the distance. She was only about 20 years old. She seemed to be still in college?

Lin Feng turned around and looked stunned for a moment.

Then they both exclaimed at the same time:

"It's you?! Sausage?!"

Qiao Feng: "???"

Qiao Feng was confused, what kind of sausage? Why do you two have such a tacit understanding?

As a brother who is very obsessed with girls, Qiao Feng couldn't help but look at Lin Feng with a murderous look in his eyes.

This look clearly hurt Lin Feng's heart.

Lin Feng is so rich, how could such a man not take care of himself?

Lin Feng is 185cm tall, handsome and rich, worth billions! What kind of woman does he want?

What if once he deceives his sister, he starts to fall into chaos and finally abandons her?

What if my sister gets pregnant unexpectedly and commits suicide in despair after being abandoned?

If Lin Feng infects his sister with a sexually transmitted disease, won't his sister's life be ruined?

There are so many what-ifs! Qiao Feng quickly grabbed his sister Qiao Qiao and blocked Qiao Qiao behind him!

How many women in this world can reject a 185-year-old man whose parents are dead, worth billions, and extremely handsome?

Qiao Feng and the others are working class. Qiao Feng has built many villas and has seen too many wealthy people's residences. Which rich person doesn't have a lot of women in his house?

Qiao Feng didn't want Lin Feng to yell at his sister! They working class people don’t want to marry into a wealthy family! That's simply impossible!

I have to say that Qiao Feng can still see reality clearly.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? I'll give you the design."

Qiao Qiao was a little confused and took out a stack of drawings. Why did his brother react so suddenly?

Lin Feng was too lazy to pay attention to Qiao Qiao. He only met her once and didn't feel much about her. From now on, it's just a matter of two ham sausages.

After taking the drawing, Lin Feng looked at it and found that the design was good.

Not only are there floor plans for each floor, but there are also screenshots of the wall plan, thickness, material distribution, and window positions, which are clearly written.

Every floor, every room, what it does, is designed very reasonably.

The only thing that Lin Feng was dissatisfied with was that Qiao Qiao actually added an attic on the roof of the building?

Maybe this design saves space, but Lin Feng's requirement is [-] square meters with five floors, which means [-] square meters.

The space is already enough. When the apocalypse comes, the attic must be filled with cold, heat and fireproof materials. Otherwise, if the iron house is exposed to the sun, the attic will not catch fire?

"Remove the attic and fill it with cold, heat and fireproof materials. The rest can be constructed as usual. I will supervise you at all times."

Lin Feng handed the drawing to Qiao Feng, and then Qiao Feng nodded, took out a pen, and wrote down Lin Feng's request.

"Mr. Lin, if you don't have any other requirements, then I'll start the construction tomorrow morning when the materials arrive?"

Qiao Feng asked respectfully, and Lin Feng nodded.

"It must be completed within a month. It's written in the contract. If you can't finish it, I won't pay the remaining [-]%."

Qiao Feng wiped the cold sweat from his head. Is this the aura of a rich man?

One month is one month!

Inhumane!

Lin Feng turned around and left because he still had something to do.

Time was precious, and Lin Feng didn't want to waste a second.

"Brother, you are busy and I am going home too?"

Qiao Qiao glanced at the direction Lin Feng left with interest in her eyes.

"Okay, let's go, Qiao Qiao, stay away from that Lin Feng from now on. He's not in his right mind. He spent 30 billion to build such a thing? It's almost 2050, and he still believes in the end of the world?"

Qiao Feng gave Qiao Qiao instructions and then started to look at the drawings.

Time is tight and the task is heavy.

This month, it is estimated that he can only sleep three hours a day. This 30 billion project does not allow any mistakes, otherwise he will not be able to afford the compensation.

Qiao Qiao followed Lin Feng quietly. No wonder this guy drove a supercar worth more than [-] million yuan in the morning. This guy is really rich!

Qiao Qiao is not interested in Lin Feng's money. Her brother Qiao Feng earns millions every year, and she has enough money to spend.

But Qiao Qiao was just curious about how Lin Feng did it this morning? So many things are gone without saying anything? Where is it hidden?

Can a young tycoon worth 30 billion still do magic? Also, what is the use of spending 30 billion to build such a thing?

Qiao Qiao followed Lin Feng quietly. Curiosity could kill a cat.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, lowered his head and looked at his phone.

Lin Feng was frantically placing orders for takeout on his mobile phone.

Are you hungry? He ordered from all the stores in the app, no matter whether it was delicious or not, and he didn’t even see what they were selling. When he clicked in, he entered 50 copies of each item, paid the money, and went to the next store.

The main reason why I don’t order too much is because I’m afraid that the merchant won’t have that much stock and would have to call to cancel the order, which would be troublesome.

Anyway, there are thousands of takeaways in Huanghai City, so Wushuang will be done if he just messes around.

Lin Feng returned to the courtyard with his cell phone, without entering the house. He took out a cigarette, sat on the steps at the door, and ordered takeout in a crazy manner.

There are still more than [-] million. How much takeout do you need to order?

Qiao Qiao was hiding in the corner, watching Lin Feng. Is this guy playing games? So serious?