Chapter 83: Kicking the titanium alloy plate, the idea of ​​a teahouse!- "Rebirth 2000: I broke the agreement and became rich"

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Shen Junfeng's smile froze on his face.

Chen Huaimin stood next to the silver Porsche, holding coffee in his hand.

"Come on, let's talk."

The voices in the field dropped.

Just now Shen Junfeng talked too much.

Engine, chassis, tuning, heritage.

Now Chen Huaimin only asked for a turbine model, which was enough to save him face.

Shen Junfeng stood beside the car, his throat moving.

"993TUrbOS, twin turbos..."

Chen Huaimin nodded.

"No need to talk nonsense. Turbine model."

Shen Junfeng was stuck.

Some people drank coffee while others simply put out their cigarettes.

Gu Cheng leaned against a Bentley, holding back his laughter until his shoulders moved.

Shen Junfeng held on for a few seconds.

"This kind of old car has many configurations, and the European version and the American version are different. There is no need to dig into it in such detail, right?"

Chen Huaimin put the coffee on the tool table.

"Didn't you just say that yourself?"

He patted the roof of the car.

"To really understand cars, you have to talk about engines, chassis, and tuning."

"Now I ask you about Turbo, you talk to me about the version."

"Young Master Shen, where did your inheritance go?"

Someone finally laughed out loud.

Shen Junfeng couldn't help but look worried.

He originally wanted to step on Lin Chuan, but before Lin Chuan could speak, Chen Huaimin pinned him down.

"Brother Chen, I'm just chatting casually, there's no need to be so serious."

"Don't call me Brother Chen."

Chen Huaimin picked up the rag and wiped his hands.

"Playing with cars is all about playing with cars, and it's not a big deal to pretend to understand."

"But if you pretend to understand and step on others, it's boring."

Shen Junfeng's face turned even more ugly.

"Who did I step on?"

Gu Cheng spoke at this time.

"You just said that the out-of-town boss just made some money and bought a Ferrari and a big gold watch."

He raised his hand and pointed at Lin Chuan.

"You're not talking about him, are you?"

Shen Junfeng didn't answer.

Gu Cheng had no intention of letting him go.

"Then I advise you to go back and ask your dad."

"Who has the final say in Zhang Jiang these days?"

Shen Junfeng was stunned.

Zhangjiang?

His dad?

The words passed so quickly that he didn't react for a moment.

Someone next to me reminded him in a low voice.

"Jiuzhou Venture Capital, Lin Chuan."

Four words fell.

Shen Junfeng froze.

Of course he had heard of this name.

His father mentioned it more than once during the recent dinner at home.

Jiuzhou Venture Capital is the core operator of new industrial chain projects in Zhangjiang.

The renovation of the R&D building, supporting materials, park construction, and follow-up supplier list all cannot avoid Jiuzhou.

His father makes building materials and has been trying to get into Zhangjiang's supporting list for the past six months.

I even warned him specifically at the dinner table.

"There is a young man in Shanghai recently named Lin Chuan."

"Be polite when you meet him."

"In one sentence, your dad's work these past six months has been in vain."

Shen Junfeng still thought his father was verbose at the time.

Now, Lin Chuan was standing in front of him.

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