Chapter 2527

Bush, I'm on leave. After taking half a day off yesterday, Bush took another day off today, and asked for one day off. The reason is still a cold. This is the first time in American history that a president has asked for sick leave for two consecutive days.

"Daddy, are you really not going to the White House today?" Barbara asked curiously.

"I'm sick, I won't go!" Bush raised his voice.

"Daddy, you are the president of the United States, pretending to be sick. If you want to spread this, your support rate will surely drop by more than ten percentage points!" Barbara shrugged.

"I'm not going to be a bookboy in the White House for a day. I won't let Lin Feng fool me!" Bush said coldly.

Barbara shook her head helplessly.

"Daddy, you can avoid today, can you avoid tomorrow? In my opinion, you might as well make a law to restrict people from sending you letters! " Barbara said.

Bush's eyes brightened, but after thinking about it, he was dispirited. This ordinary citizen has the right to send a letter to the president of the United States, which is the right granted by the constitution of the United States. He has no ability to change it.

"Stupid, daddy, you can restrict foreigners from sending letters to the president of the United States! No matter how many Chinese people there are, there will be no more. In the United States, who would be so boring to write to the president every day Barbara said.

Bush's eyes brightened, but then darkened again. Because it suddenly occurred to him that all the people who wrote this letter were Chinese Americans. There are at least 3.5 million Chinese Americans. So many people, one tenth of them, write a letter every day, and Bush will be very busy every day. Although these people are all Chinese, they are all American passport. Bush has no law against them.

Unless Bush has reason to prove that the letters they write are purely boring and harassing, he can prohibit these people from writing to him. However, it can only be banned one by one, and it can not be banned in batches. In this case, Bush thought about it, or gave it up. He doesn't have the time to work with these people.

Of course, there is another reason for his current predicament, that is, the express company transporting these letters is Lin Feng's "Fengshen express". If it is not delivered by Fengshen express, these letters will be delivered once a day, and Bush is not afraid to destroy even more letters at one time. But this time it was "Fengshen express" for transportation, which led to the letters not coming at one time, but in batches. And Lin Feng said yesterday that he would send letters one by one. Damn, if he still went today, it would be funny.

Barbara shrugged helplessly. My father is the president of the United States. As a result, he was forced by Lin Feng to pretend to be ill at home. It's really a shame to say that. The president of the United States, who was run by Lin Feng, did not dare to go to court.

Bush is totally indifferent to Barbara's sarcasm. Instead of going to the White House to be a fool in order to fight for a moment's anger, Bush does not dare. It's so nice to have a drink and watch a ball game in my small home. It's a holiday. Let's go to hell with this damned American government affairs and Lin Feng!

"Mr. President, are you at home? A letter has arrived At the most comfortable time of President Bush, a harsh voice broke Bush's tranquility.

"What! letters! There's more mail to come! " Exclaimed bush! He's hiding at home. Any letters? This is too bullying!

"Father, there's mail!" Barbara yelled in the back room. The doorbell was jingling. She was so bored.

Bush frowned, thought about it, and sighed. It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse. But what should come will come. Wave, stop, let the bodyguard to open the door, to open the door.

fuck you! Bush opened the door and couldn't help making rude remarks.

Lin Feng, I count you cruel—— Bush roared up to the sky.

He knew that he should not be so excited, but at this time, he really had to be excited. It was too bullying, too bullying. Bush had a long line outside his small courtyard. How long was the long line? Bush didn't know. What he knew was that he couldn't see the end at a glance. And these people, also very orderly, a smile, looking at Bush, slightly nodded.

"Mr. President, please sign for your letter." The first one yelled.

Bush frowned and gritted his teeth.

"Are you all called by Lin Feng?" Bush raised his voice.

People just smile, but don't speak.

Bush frowned.

"Are you all here to send mail?" Bush asked again. If it is, he will collect it at one time and burn it.

"President Bush, I'm a courier. I don't know if they are The number one person said.

The others were silent, just smiling.

Bush glared at the crowd and knew that these people were abetted by Lin Feng to tease him. But he is not easy to bully.

"Faith, you sign for me!" Bush raised his voice. Anyway, if you have a bodyguard and want to kill yourself, it's a delusion.

"President Bush, this is a letter written by Mr. Ellison himself. He asked you to sign it in person." Said the first postman.

President Bush frowned. Can we not sign it? If you don't sign it, so many people, when it's spread, are beating Ellison in the face. Ellison is a Jew, but the Jews are very united.

Bush had no choice but to sign for it.

"President Bush, this is a personal letter from Mr. Donald Trump. Please sign it!" The second man came out again.

Can I not sign for this? Otherwise, that's trouble, sign for it! Bush has no choice but to continue signing.

"President Bush, this is a personal letter from Mr. Bernard Madoff. I hope the president will sign it!" A third man came forward again.

Depressed, Bush continued to sign.

Then the fourth and the fifth came out. Bush, like a door god, stood at his door and began to sign letters one by one. The sources of these letters are enormous. They are all dignified figures in the United States. No one can offend them, at least not in front of so many people. That's too much. He can't afford to offend so many people.

Damn, when did Lin Feng have such a big pulse in America—— Bush frowned.

Damn it, Lin Feng, sooner or later I'll get this revenge back—— Bush muttered to himself, signing and cursing Lin Feng.

What is Lin Feng doing now? Lin Feng came to a research lab at Washington State University and found a middle-aged man.

"Are you Mr. Jonathan Ritchie, please?" Asked Lin Feng.

"I am. Who are you, please? Also, if you want to interview me, I don't have time. I still have a lot of experiments to do! " Jonathan Ritchie glanced at Lin Feng, then helped the frame and said impatiently.

Lin Feng smiles. Sure enough, I found the right person.

"Mr. Ritchie, I heard that you are developing an air water wheel. How are you doing?" Asked Lin Feng.

Jonathan Ritchie frowned.

"No, I'm developing an air tanker. However, the current progress has not reached the ideal state, what you want to interview, please come back later. I'm not free right now. " Jonathan Ritchie shook his hand impatiently and turned away.

"Mr. Ritchie, I'm not a reporter. I'm here to research and develop something with you! Restore something a hundred years ago and let it serve the people! " Lin fengxiao said.

Jonathan Ritchie frowned.

"What is it? But I'm just studying the air water wheel. I'm not interested in other fields for the time being. If you want something retro, please go to someone else! " Jonathan Ritchie said.

"What if it was an air water wheel 100 years ago?" Lin Feng smiles.

"What! A hundred years ago, the air water wheel! Don't tease me. How can that be? " Exclaimed Jonathan Ritchie.

A hundred years ago, how could there be an air water wheel? You should know that this concept was only put forward in the last 10 years. A hundred years ago, how could there be an air water wheel. First impression, Jonathan Ritchie thinks Lin Feng is a liar, a big liar.

Lin Feng just took out the "air water wheel" invented by Tesla from his arms.

"This..." Jonathan Ritchie's eyes jumped. Isn't this the prototype of "air water vehicle", which is what he developed. However, the self-developed one is still in the process of experiment, with many defects. Where did Lin Feng come from? And from the appearance, Lin Feng is really an ancient thing. A hundred years ago, someone really developed the air water wheel?

"Excuse me, is this an air water wheel?" Asked Jonathan Ritchie.

With a smile, Lin Feng didn't answer. He just put the "Golf" like thing in his hand in Jonathan Ritchie's palm, and then pressed the switch.

Jonathan Ritchie felt a slight vibration coming from the palm of his hand. He heard a slight electric current sound in his ears. Then he felt a slight coolness in the palm of his hand. After a while, Jonathan Ritchie exclaimed.

Water, there are water stains in his palm, and there are more and more water stains in his hands. Then, there is water flowing directly from the palm heart.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, Jonathan Ritchie silently calculated the current, and waited until 13 minutes before he exclaimed.

"Oh, my God, it's really an air water wheel, it's really an air water wheel! God, it's amazing Jonathan Ritchie screamed, "oh my God, sir, sir, can you tell me who invented this air water wheel? Was it really invented a hundred years ago? It's amazing, it's amazing

Lin Feng smiles.

"Mr. Ritchie, before I answer you, I have a question. That's why you just waited for 13 minutes to start shouting!" Lin Feng asked curiously.

Jonathan Ritchie repressed his excitement and said slowly, "well, this gentleman, many people know that I'm studying the air water truck, but I haven't been successful. So many swindlers come to me. They have models of the air water truck. Many of them pour water into the air water truck. Once started, they can let the water flow down. I've been cheated several times. Just now I was calculating the capacity and velocity of water in this sphere, calculating the capacity of water. I'm sure that the water flowing out is much more than the volume inside, and then I'm sure it's an air water wheel! God, it's amazing, it's amazing Jonathan Ritchie looked at the water in surprise, his eyes full of light.

magical! It's amazing!

"Sir, was it really invented a hundred years ago? Who made it? " Asked Jonathan Ritchie hastily.

Lin Feng smiles.

"Mr. Ritchie, this air water wheel is indeed a product of a hundred years ago, and the person who produced it is Mr. Tesla, the most outstanding and controversial scientist in the past few hundred years!" Lin Feng explained.

"Mr. Tesla!" Jonathan Ritchie was stunned, then exclaimed, "Mr. Lin, are you talking about that Nicolas Tesla?"

Lin Feng smiles and nods.

"My God, my God!" Jonathan Ritchie exclaimed, "Mr. Tesla is so great, so great. It's great that the air water wheel was invented a hundred years ago

Lin Feng helplessly looks at Jonathan Ritchie who is a little crazy. I don't know whether these scientists are so crazy.

It took Jonathan rich a long time to calm down.

"Sir, now that you have Mr. Tesla's prototype of air water wheel, why do you need to cooperate with me! You can develop it on your own. Even if you don't have money, with this prototype, you can get money from venture capital. And you don't need to cooperate with me at all! " Jonathan Ritchie said dejectedly.

He has been studying air water vehicle for ten years. In the past ten years, he failed countless times and spent countless funds. His wife and children left him because he was obsessed with studying air water vehicle. Now he has nothing. Finally, he was forced to devote himself to the Research Laboratory of Washington State University and signed a technology transfer agreement with Washington State University (once he developed the air water vehicle, Washington State University will obtain its ownership, and he will obtain 10% of its annual profit share. Of course, if he can't research it all the time, Washington State University has the right to terminate the transaction at any time). As a result, Lin Feng now has Tesla's air water truck a hundred years ago. What's his use?

Jonathan Ritchie suddenly felt that he had become a waste. He worked hard for many years, but in the end, it was nothing!

With that in mind, Jonathan Ritchie collapsed. After years of painstaking efforts, his ideal was abandoned once. This time, he was completely finished.

Lin Feng looked at the limping Jonathan Ritchie and quickly helped him up.

"Mr. Ritchie, Mr. Ritchie, you are not rubbish. You need to repair this thing! Otherwise, how could I come to you! " Lin Feng quickly persuades him that he is really afraid that Jonathan Ritchie will lose his will. In that case, he will be depressed.

"What? Does it need to be repaired? " Jonathan Ritchie slowly exhaled a foul breath, people gradually wake up（ It's not finished yet. If you like this work, you are welcome to start (Qidian. Com) to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation.)