Fuqiang Processing Factory.

Zhou Qiang parked his car at the factory gate and could hear the sound of Ding Ding Dangdang from afar.

The roar of machinery came into my ears, with a strong sense of metal.

Su Mei got out of the car.

The high heels were lightly stepped on the ground and stood coldly with their arms in their arms.

The factory gate is open.

There are no technical secrets for a small machining factory like this.

Zhou Qiang walked into the factory and could see that there were more than a dozen pieces of armor that had been built on the wall.

When I looked cold, I saw a little armor of a medieval European knight.

Although the workmanship is rough, the cold armor has very good protection.

Large shields on one side are also leaning against the wall.

Twenty battle axes are even more majestic and exuding a terrifying cold light.

Not to mention whether it is practical or not, at least this appearance is very intimidating.

Zhang Fuqiang was shirtless, with a cigarette in his mouth, and was operating a small stamping machine to shape the armor.

When he saw Zhou Qiang, he immediately stopped the work.

"Boss Zhou."

Zhang Fuqiang quickly took out the cigarette and dispersed it to Zhou Qiang.

Zhou Qiang is now his God of Wealth Axe.

When he saw Su Mei standing next to the car, his mouth wide open and the cigarette he was holding fell off.

As if he had thought of something, he rushed back inside like a burning butt.

After a moment, he walked out in his clothes.

"Boss Zhou, I don't know you brought your girlfriend here."

Zhang Fuqiang had a smirk on his face.

Zhou Qiang turned his head and looked at Su Mei.

Not to mention, this stop is full of aura.

"Director Zhang, this is not my girlfriend, I am my secretary."

Zhou Qiang dared not want such a girlfriend.

Shock flashed in Zhang Fuqiang's eyes, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

Such a secretary is not worthy of any boss.

How many billionaires' secretary can't even reach one-tenth of Boss Zhou's beauty.

Follow this logic.

Boss Zhou in front of him is a thick thigh.

Need to hold it tight.

Zhang Fuqiang showed a smile that even men knew: "Boss Zhou, I understand."

Zhou Qiang was speechless.

You know, a hammer, understand.

"Let's go, look at the armor."

Zhang Fuqiang nodded and took Zhou Qiang to the place where the armor was placed.

The style is the same as the one given by Zhou Qiang.

The workmanship was beyond Zhou Qiang's expectations and was not as rough as imagined.

I really didn't expect that this small processing plant has good technology.

Zhou Qiang tried to assemble a set.

Very simple and fast.

We use a snap buckle, you only need to dock the assembly, and the snap will automatically lock.

And to remove it, a few buttons can be solved.

There is no problem with the armor, Zhou Qiang is very satisfied.

The war shield has the least technical content, it is nothing more than cutting the shape and polishing the edges and corners.

As long as there is no problem with thickness and hardness, there will be no problem.

"This battle axe is afraid it's fifty or sixty pounds."

This weight is not something that ordinary people can play with.

Zhou Qiang tried it.

I can't even raise my hand, so it will be even more difficult to wave it.

Zhang Fuqiang asked in confusion beside him, "Boss Zhou, what are you doing with your battle axe? Tsk tsk, there are too few people who can lift this weight."

Didn't you mean playing a party?

This thing is real, who can move it?

Zhou Qiang glanced at Zhang Fuqiang and said, "Isn't it okay to be a decoration?"

Zhang Fuqiang didn't think much about it and said, "Boss Zhou, are you still satisfied?"

Zhou Qiang nodded.

These armors and battle axes have indeed met their own requirements.

However, the battle axe can only be used by mammoths, and ordinary zombies can also be used, but it will be very clumsy.

With the power of the mammoth, swing this battle axe pediatric.

Zhou Qiang could already imagine how an invincible mammoth man with a war shield and axe and armored one would be on the streets of the end of the world.

"Go and have a chat in the office."

Zhou Qiang pointed to the small building outside the factory.

The two arrived at the office.

There is no clerk here, only a computer, a printer, and a bunch of messy files.

Zhang Fuqiang smiled awkwardly and said, "Boss Zhou, the conditions are limited, so I laughed at you."

After sitting down, Zhang Fuqiang searched for another moment before finding the tea from a corner.

"Director Zhang, how long has it been since you haven't been to your house?"

Zhou emphasized.

Zhang Fuqiang had a little embarrassed face and sighed: "Boss Zhou, it's hard to do business now."

"Look at my small factory, there were more than fifty people at the beginning."

"But over the years, the competitiveness has become increasingly greater and the industry equipment has been updated faster."

"Slowly my factory became like this."

"I'm not afraid of Boss Zhou laughing. There are only five people in my factory, including me."

"My factory boss is actually the life of a worker."

"If possible, I want to sell this factory at a low price."

"Being a working person is much more comfortable than being a boss."

Maybe it's like no one can complain for too long.

Zhang Fuqiang suddenly started talking.

He has indeed had a hard time in the past few years.

He was bet here with his full wealth, but his years of losses sometimes made him not even have enough living expenses.

The debts owed have almost never stopped every day.

A boss who has invested nearly two million in machining factory has no living expenses, so it is hard to believe it if he says it.

But that's the truth.

Zhang Fuqiang was extremely ashamed of this and felt extremely guilty about his wife, children and children.

"Okay, I bought your processing factory."

"You offer a price."
To be continued...