"There are a few questions that need to be consulted." At the quiet midnight, Yang Feng was in the car and asked his electric car in a low voice.

The beautiful girl's avatar on the dashboard looked at him expressionlessly.

"First of all, can we still guarantee to travel to this time and space again after we go back?"

"Space-time locking can be selected."

"Can it be changed if locked?"

"Yes, but it is not recommended to do this. Parallel space travel is very dangerous, because it is impossible to ensure that you will travel to somewhere, and it is not impossible to cross directly into the rocks."

"Then, forget it, just get involved in this place first." Yang Feng was startled and couldn't help but feel scared. It seemed that he was not lucky enough. If he traveled here, he would not be in that alley, but was directly stuck on the wall.

"Also, can we choose the location we came here by ourselves?" This is very important. If it suddenly pops up in public, it will probably scare many people to death.

"Position memory, crossing the position is the return position, and the return position is the next crossing position."

"If we go back now, will we still go back to the date we came?"

"Not necessarily. If the time of the two spaces is synchronized, then we will stay here for a few days, and then go back for a few days. Of course, it is not ruled out that the two times are out of sync. This is a very common situation."

This problem is no big deal. As long as it is not one day here or one year there, I guess I will not be so unlucky.

"Okay, there is another question, how many things can you bring to travel through time?" This question is what Yang Feng is most concerned about. This is the way to make money in the future. It is obviously better to pull a truck of sulfonamide than to pull a truck.

"According to your weight unit, you can carry up to 100,000 tons!" said the beauty calmly.

"More, more, how much?" Yang Feng's lips trembled.

"100,000 tons." The beauty repeated.

"In other words, you can pull it even if I get an aircraft carrier?" Yang Feng said in a trembling voice.

“In theory, yes.”

Yang Feng's mind immediately calmed down. In theory, the problem was that this little tricycle would definitely not be able to put down an aircraft carrier.

"Does it have to be put here?" He pointed carefully at the rear compartment.

"Yes!"

"Where are you playing with me? How many tons of gold can I get in there?" Yang Feng shouted immediately.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the tricycle suddenly began to expand slowly, like a balloon blowing.

Yang Feng was stunned and looked at the scene in a daze until the tricycle's butt hit the wall five meters away.

"Do you still need to continue?" asked the beauty calmly.

"No need, you'd better retract!" Yang Feng swallowed and said dryly.

The tricycle was immediately restored to its original state.

"Can you only get bigger or smaller?" Yang Feng asked expectantly.

"The appearance can be changed at will." The beauty's answer was in line with his expectations.

"Can it turn into an airplane?"

"Yes."

"And can fly?"

"Yes."

"Can you turn into a car?"

"Yes."

"Then you can change the QQ and see." Yang Feng's ideal is speechless.

The tricycle melted like hot chocolate, and then reshaped it. After more than ten seconds, Yang Feng was already sitting in a silver QQ.

"I'm sorry! Perfect! So perfect!" Yang Feng shouted excitedly as he patted the steering wheel.

"Uncle, are you outside?" The little girl's voice sounded in the room not far away.

Yang Feng was so scared that he quickly turned back into a tricycle.

"Ah, it's me, I can't sleep a little, sit outside and watch the stars!" This was shameless, the sky was pitch black, and a little snowflakes just fell on my nose.

The snow was heavy, and the door was already closed the next morning. Yang Feng was hit hard by a heavy blow. All four turtles he bought were frozen to death. The big cause of the fallen master was not good.

"It's winter now, and this thing is still hibernating. It's dug out of the hole. It's not only thin, but also unable to keep it." Yang Wenbin said with a smile.

Yang Feng now has the urge to find that kid and beat him up.

With heavy snow sealed the door, and full of confidence in the future, he was too lazy to go out to make that little money. Moreover, at this time, there were dirt roads everywhere in Peiping, and the snow was everywhere in the ground, so he lost interest in going out for a walk.

In the next few days, apart from picking up Yang Jing and her brother to and from school, the rest of their time was basically to stay at home. Of course, the real reason was that he was afraid that he would be blocked by those Northeast Army in the past few days.

These days, the Songhua River has spread all over the city of Beiping. The Northeast Army and the refugees are asking about the original singer everywhere, but unfortunately he is as mysterious as a legend.

It was until Sunday that the tricycle finally completed the energy replenishment. After talking to Yang Wenbin's family, Yang Feng rode the tricycle directly out of the city, finding a wilderness that was rarely visited, and then twisted the handlebars to the bottom and instantly rushed back to the original time and space.

I checked the Internet with my mobile phone and found that the time on both sides was synchronized. He stayed there for seven days, and seven days passed here.

"Monkey, come out, there's something wrong!" Yang Feng immediately called a classmate and called out, and the two of them found a food stall to sit down.

"Fifty boxes of sulfonamide? Why do you want so many?" This kid is a local, and his father runs a pharmacy.

"Why do you care about so much? I don't want to give you money. Even if I take it back and feed the pigs, it's all your business!" Yang Feng said bluntly while drinking beer.

"Fuck, I'm Tama caring about you! It's not easy for you to make some money!" The monkey rolled his eyes and said.

"Get out, it sounds like I'm just having fun with you. I'll prepare it for me today and I'll go to pull it tomorrow." While eating mutton skewers, this guy called another classmate Qian Zhuang and called him.

"Zhuangzhuang, come and show me this order. Can you prepare it for me tomorrow?" Yang Feng handed him a greasy note while eating.

"Pen? Why do you want so many pens? Who is still using pens now? The pencil case also needs iron sheets, and the pattern on it must conform to the aesthetics of girls. Watches? Mechanical watches. My family sells school supplies, where can I get this thing for you? How good are you to go online? It's easy to say neutral pens, what are you going to do when you play with stickers for children? There are also hard-crust notebooks, and they are all girl cartoons." Qian Zhuang almost made Yang Feng go crazy.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? I rarely do a big business. Don't you pay more and you deserve me?" Yang Feng said impatiently.

"What did you do for him?" Qian Zhuang turned his head and asked the monkey.

"Sulfa, enough sulfonamide for our pharmacy to sell in two years." The monkey said gloatingly.

"Oh, if you don't have money, you can only make a small fuss." Yang Feng sighed. He only had 30,000 yuan in his hand, so he could only play with this.
Chapter completed!