My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng nodded and said: "My hometown is developing the investment economy and is currently building a very large stadium. I will invite you to hold a concert there when I think of it."

He'd thought about this before.

I originally wanted to spend money to invite other celebrities to go.

But now that he had this opportunity, he naturally opened his mouth.

"We won't be short on remuneration. We just hope you can come over and boost local popularity. If it doesn't meet your concert regulations, you don't have to worry about it."

Yang Feng explained.

He didn't want to force it.

But after hearing this, Shui Yunmeng smiled and said: "If Mr. Yang completes the construction, I will definitely go to that stadium and hold my first concert."

"Thank you."

Yang Feng was grateful.

While the two were talking, it was already getting late.

Shui Yunmeng and his manager personally escorted Yang Feng back to his home.

After watching Yang Feng walk through the door, Shui Yunmeng still didn't look back.

"Miss, I really didn't expect such a young doctor to have such medical skills."

Sister Cheng was a little emotional.

Shui Yunmeng nodded and said, "Well, let's go back."

"Yes."

Sister Cheng noticed something a little strange about Shui Yunmeng, but she didn't tell the truth.

at the same time.

Yang Feng returned home.

It's already past nine o'clock in the evening.

in the hall.

At this time, the sound of Shui Yunmeng singing was still ringing.

Yang Feng brought a cardboard box and sat down next to the sofa.

He looked at Shui Yunmeng's appearance at the concert on TV and compared it with the person he saw just now.

Even she is already very photogenic.

But Shui Yunmeng is still more elegant and good-looking in reality.

"How about it? Doesn't it sound good?"

Zhao Zhuwei asked Yang Feng excitedly.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "It's indeed good. Unfortunately, the equipment is not very good and I couldn't fully capture my appearance."

"Stop bragging. It's like you've seen her before."

Zhao Zhuwei looked contemptuous.

Yang Feng spread his hands and said, "Where is Xiaoxin?"

"I asked her to go to bed early. Hey...what do you have in this box?"

Zhao Zhuwei was a little curious.

Yang Feng pretended to be confused and said: "I don't know, I just picked it up on the roadside."

"Ah? Why are you picking up people's things randomly? What if it's something valuable? The owner must be looking for it along the way."

Zhao Zhuwei immediately blamed it.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "How about you see what it is?"

"We can't look at other people's things, right?"

"It's okay, maybe we have her identity information."

"That's right. Let me see what it is."

Zhao Zhuwei simply put the cardboard box on the table, and after opening it, she found a stack of CD records inside.

"Ok?"

Zhao Zhuwei suddenly felt a little familiar.

As she opened it, she suddenly found a familiar name on it.

"It seems to be Shui Yunmeng's signature!"

Zhao Zhuwei suddenly became excited.

Immediately afterwards, she quickly opened all these CDs.

After she saw the cover clearly, she finally said: "This...these are all Shui Yunmeng's records, and there are also global limited editions!!!"

Her eyes almost fell out of her excitement.

And each of these CDs is signed by Shui Yunmeng.

"Where did you pick this up?!"

Zhao Zhuwei quickly raised her head and asked.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "I picked it up at someone else's house."

"Other people's houses... isn't that just stealing?"

Zhao Zhuwei was very suspicious, but then she felt that Yang Feng did not look like someone who stole things, so she continued: "No, you must be deceiving me!"

She puffed out her cheeks, and there was some doubt in her eyes.

Yang Feng pinched her cheek and said, "I just went to treat a friend, and she happened to have these things at home. I said you really liked Shui Yunmeng, so she took this as a thank you gift."

"This...this is too kind!"

Zhao Zhuwei picked up the things excitedly, and then couldn't help but go up and give Yang Feng a bear hug.

Yang Feng felt like he was being held so hard that he couldn't breathe. He quickly let Zhao Zhuwei go. After coughing several times, he said, "It's just a few CDs. As for being so excited."

"What do you know! These are all limited edition, and they also have autographs."

Zhao Zhuwei said with an excited expression: "Did you know that this thing costs tens of thousands of yuan at least? The expensive one is said to have been sold for [-] yuan before, but it has a high price but no market."

It can be heard that Zhao Zhuwei should have wanted to buy it before, but did not buy it.

Yang Feng did not expect that this thing was more valuable than he thought, but then he said: "Forget it, since you like it, just collect it."

He didn't dare to tell Zhao Zhuwei that he went to see Shui Yunmeng tonight.

Zhao Zhuwei chuckled and said: "I will definitely keep it well. I... Hey, why does the ink mark of this signature feel a bit rejuvenated?"

She was just getting excited when she suddenly found that the ink of her signature had been rubbed off a little by herself.

Yang Feng coughed dryly and said, "It's probably because my friend's place is relatively humid. You can just dry it."

"Hee hee, I know."

Zhao Zhuwei smiled proudly.

Yang Feng said and went back upstairs.

inside the room.

Yang Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

But at this moment, the appearance of Shui Yunmeng just appeared in Yang Feng's mind.

It's not that Yang Feng has any special meaning for her, it's just that he didn't expect that there would be such a naturally poisonous person in this world.

"No, why do I feel like I have seen this kind of poisonous body somewhere?"

Yang Feng suddenly sat up from the bed.

He didn't think about it just now.

But now when I really think about it, I find that I seem to have seen cases related to this in the Murong family's library before.

But sadly, Yang Feng didn't look carefully at all at that time.

"Forget it, let's think about it tomorrow."

Yang Feng was helpless and didn't think about it any more.

One night passed.

It was past ten in the morning the next day.

Yang Feng got up leisurely.

But when he walked downstairs, he found that the house was unprecedentedly quiet.

Xiong Kaixin is not at home.

Lin Xue and Zhao Zhuwei are not at home either.

"Have you all gone out to play?"

Yang Feng muttered, ate something casually, opened the tablet on the sofa, and started to read the mailbox.

I haven't looked at my computer in the past two days, and Yang Feng's mailbox has actually been full for a long time.

No matter it is an investment plan application.

Whether it was about film or television scripts, Yang Feng was already a little dazzled.

Even though it had been cleared before, there are now hundreds of emails.

Yang Feng could only look at them one by one helplessly.

There is indeed something of high value in this, especially since Yang Feng has seen several must-hit scripts.

But while he was watching, Gao Ronghai's phone called at this time.

Yang Feng was a little strange, so he picked up and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Feng! Big news, big news!"

Gao Ronghai's excited tone.

I haven't seen him so excited since the company was founded.