Wan Feng's plot succeeded and he thought he could have a good sleep this time, but things did not go as he wished. He was kicked awake by Luan Feng in the middle of the night.

Then I heard Luan Feng shouting anxiously: "Motorcycle, that's my motorcycle!"

The voice sounded hurried and anxious, and judging by the sound, it seemed that the motorcycle had been stolen.

You deserve it! I let you dream of riding a motorcycle, but you got robbed! Go find whoever you want, I don't care.

Even if he wanted to intervene in this matter, he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't enter other people's dreams.

Then came Luan Feng's sobbing: "My motorcycle."

Wan Feng quickly pretended to be asleep. Usually, people who cry in their dreams will eventually wake up crying, and Luan Feng will be no exception. If she wakes up from crying and sees his eyes shining at her, she might ask him to take the motorcycle back.

How does he rob?

What if she sobered up and dragged Si Xi Lai Cai back? If things went wrong, Si Xi Lai Cai wouldn't be able to heal the trauma of her motorcycle being robbed. And if Wu Kuishou and Liu Liuliu came along, would he still be able to survive?

Wan Feng closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Sure enough, after a while, Luan Feng stopped crying. She let out a cry and sat up. After about a minute, she muttered softly, "It was just a dream. I was scared to death."

Then there was a thud as his head hit the pillow, and then a hot arm fell on Wan Feng, and finally a leg was thrown over.

Wan Feng didn't dare to breathe and tried his best to pretend to be asleep until he heard long breathing and light snoring behind him and then he relaxed.

The killer finally fell asleep again.

After practicing for several hours yesterday afternoon and evening, Luan Feng thought he had mastered the essentials of riding a motorcycle, so he rode his motorcycle to work after breakfast.

After Luan Feng left, Wan Feng went to his grandfather's room and reminded his grandmother to take medicine on time.

If Chinese medicine is used to treat the symptoms, its regulating effect on the human body is unquestionable. Unfortunately, people in later generations have been deceived by the rumors spread by mouthpieces bought by Western forces, and they even don't trust the medical skills passed down by their ancestors.

The SARS outbreak in 2003 made the West realize the horror of traditional Chinese medicine.

SARS, which was originally intended to create social chaos and overthrow the Chinese regime, was considered an unsolvable virus in the eyes of Westerners. However, it ran into a wall in front of traditional Chinese medicine and was overcome by traditional Chinese medicine in just a few months. Even isatis root, which costs only a few cents a pack, has a preventive effect.

This made the evil forces realize that if they wanted to use the virus against the Chinese people, it would be impossible without eliminating traditional Chinese medicine. It was from that time that a flood of articles and jokes discrediting traditional Chinese medicine began to appear on the media network.

Not to mention that this trick is very effective, not only did the deceived people no longer believe in the medical skills left by their ancestors, but even countless Chinese medicine practitioners switched careers to Western medicine. This is truly sad.

Wan Feng doesn't care whether others believe it or not, as long as he believes in it himself. No matter how bad Chinese medicine is, it will not kill people, but Western medicine can really kill people.

Only after watching his grandma drink a bowl of medicine did Wan Feng leave his grandma's house with peace of mind.

Wan Feng came to the market aimlessly, and couldn't think of what to do.

He has been back for three days, maybe it's time for him to go back.

If you don't know what to do, it means you shouldn't be here anymore.

When passing the parking lot, Wan Feng saw a bus with its door open. There were two people on the bus, probably the drivers. Since he had nothing to do anyway, he went up and chatted with them for a while.

This car is from Linyuan County Passenger Transport Company. They were rented by someone else. These vendors pay 400 yuan to rent a car.

Linyuan County is located in the western part of Northern Liaoning, close to Inner Mongolia Province, and is 700 miles away from Wahou.

Four hundred yuan for a round trip of more than a thousand miles is not expensive, but can this car travel such a long distance?

This is still an old-fashioned bus, which not only has a small capacity but also has a slow speed. This type of bus is okay for short distances locally, but it is completely unsuitable for long-distance travel.

"We also know that these vehicles are not suitable for long-distance travel, but they are government-owned. What can we do if the government doesn't replace them?" said the bus driver helplessly.

"Have you ever thought about buying a car and running this route yourself?"

The two drivers were stunned: "Buy a car? Why buy a car?"

"To make money. You've already run this route before and know how much you can earn per trip. Why don't you buy a truck and do the transportation yourself? The government doesn't forbid it."

The transportation industry, whether freight or passenger, should be considered the earliest area to be opened up, and the country allows individual operation.

"I never thought about it. I never thought about it."

"This is a very profitable business. If you quit in the future, you can sell this line for a good price."

"How much does a bus cost?"

I'm not sure about Wan Feng, but it must be tens of thousands, right? Probably no more than 100,000.

When they heard the number "100,000", the two drivers shook their heads like rattles.

What a great way to make money.

At this time in the previous life, no one knew how to do business. Now, as a reborn person, Wan Feng sees that there are ways to make money everywhere.

Should we get Zhang Hai to start a passenger transport company? We don't have to go too far, just take over those counties south of Shenyang. That single line alone would bring in hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. How many lines would that be? Millions a year would be no problem at all.

However, the current buses seem to be not very good. The Dongdan Huanghai Bus Factory has a classic bus that should have been released in 1985. When this bus comes out, it may not be a bad idea to open a passenger transport company.

However, the initial investment in opening a passenger transport company is too high. One vehicle costs hundreds of thousands of yuan, and Zhang Hai may not have the courage to do so.

After getting off the bus, Wan Feng went to the team headquarters and chatted with Liang Wan, the accountant and cashier of the team, for more than an hour. Seeing that it was past ten o'clock, he decided to go to the garment factory.

He was planning to leave for Changchun in the next two days to do some things and then return to Longjiang, so he wanted to spend more time with Luan Feng.

But just as he reached the Waqian team headquarters, he unexpectedly saw Luan Feng walking towards him from the opposite side with his head down.

Huh? Where's the motorcycle? He came back, but the motorcycle was gone. Did he sell it?

Luan Feng also saw Wan Feng and walked over with a dark face, twisting her body as if she was still competing with someone.

"Where's the motorcycle?"

"You still have the nerve to ask? Look at the crappy thing you bought, it's broken!"

Broken? That's impossible! This motorcycle might be a little simple and slow, but it's still pretty durable. How could it break down in just two days?

"What's wrong?"

"It won't start! I was trying to start it and it suddenly went out. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't start."

"Then push it back. It's not that heavy."

"I threw it in the factory when I got angry. I won't push it!"

This was done in a very elegant way, no one else could have done it.

If this car breaks down on the road, will this woman just throw the car onto the highway and walk home?

Wan Feng fell into deep thought...