Yan Jiang pulled Song Fei back. On the way, they admired the scenery and lamented that Han Zhan was an evil rich man.
But being able to be friends with the evil rich man Han Zhan, Song Fei and Yan Jiang felt happy. Seeing Yan Jiang liked this manor, Song Fei said, "When Sister Fei makes money in the future, Sister Fei will build one for you too."
Yan Jiang was reluctant to shatter Song Fei's ambition and said, "As far as I know, there are very few rich women among you who sell your bodies to the country to do virus research." They are all a group of poor researchers.
Song Fei remained silent.
Because she was engaged in virus research, she was indeed terribly poor.
but...
Song Fei recalled something and said, "I wrote a lot of software before and asked my apprentice to sell it to me. I haven't asked him how much he got for it yet."
That was many years ago, when Song Fei was only twelve years old.
For a period of time, Song Fei was very interested in programming and wrote a lot of messy programs. However, he felt that those programs were flashy and impractical, so he gave them all to his apprentice and asked him to help sell them at a good price.
Her apprentice wasn't very old, a few years younger than her, but he was a sly fellow with equally good hacking skills. If she hadn't mentioned this, Song Fei would have almost forgotten she had an apprentice.
"When I get back, I'll contact my apprentice and see."
Hearing this, Yan Jiang was a little surprised. "Really? You have a disciple. What's your disciple's name?"
"You wouldn't recognize me even if I told you."
The two of them had already reached the downstairs of the banquet hall, so they ended the topic and walked into the banquet hall.
The luncheon was about to begin, and the guests had returned from the back hills and were about to take their seats. For Han Zhan's housewarming party, Liang Bo had taken charge of all the performances today.
When Song Ci saw Liang Bo walk onto the stage with the microphone, she immediately had a bad feeling.
Today, Liang Bo, the young singing king, wore a white shirt, camel-colored loose trousers, and a beige-gray high-quality windbreaker. His hair was not deliberately styled, and his bangs hung lazily on his forehead, making him look lazy, like a cat.
But as soon as the rhythm of the music of "Good Luck Comes" sounded, Liang Bo started twisting his body like crazy.
Liang Bo's voice is very suitable for singing love songs. When he sang "Good Luck Comes", Song Ci felt that it was not in harmony. Liang Bo stomped his feet and roared:
"Good luck to you, I wish you good luck, good luck brings joy and love, good luck to us, good luck to you, we will be prosperous and prosperous all over the world!"
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
She turned her head to look at Han Zhan beside her.
Han Zhan was staring at Liang Bo upstairs with a smile on his face. He felt that Liang Bo was a really sensible and considerate child, and his tricks to please others always hit the mark.
Han Zhan waved his hand, and the director of Yuhua Entertainment Company came over.
Han Zhan pointed at Liang Bo on the stage and said to Zhu Wen, "Your boyfriend sings well. He can hold a few domestic concert tours next year. Make a schedule and show it to me."
Zhu Wen nodded with a subtle expression.
She turned and left, thinking about the conversation she had with Liang Bo before leaving today -
Zhu Wen: "Are you sure you want to sing 'Good Luck Comes', 'Here Comes the God of Wealth' and 'All the Best'?" What old-fashioned and vulgar songs!
Would Mr. Han, such a successful man with good taste, like this kind of song?
Liang Bo hooked his fingers around Zhu Wen's mouth and took a bite. His expression was full of confidence. He said, "Believe me, even if Mr. Han doesn't like it, Mr. Han will like it too. Singing this song will definitely not go wrong. Maybe after singing this song, Mr. Han will be so happy that he will open a few more concerts for me next year."
Little did they know that Liang Bo’s words would come true.
Zhu Wen raised the corner of his lips, "Little rascal!"
After Liang Bo finished singing "Good Luck Comes," he sang "Here Comes the God of Wealth." Han Aoyu and Chen Shu and several other elderly people sat in the audience, clapping along with Liang Bo's song.
If Mr. Han is happy, then everyone in the house will be happy and will applaud.
After Liang Bo left the stage, Song Ci leaned over to whisper in his ear. "You're so good, little singing king! You made my old man so happy."
"Goddess, I'll cater to your needs." People like Mr. Han have experienced war, hardship, and hunger. He hopes for a prosperous life more than anyone else.
My grandson is moving into a new house today. The old man is naturally happy to hear the songs "Good Luck Comes" and "Here Comes the God of Wealth".
Liang Bo understood the old man's thoughts and pleased his master today. Song Ci admired Liang Bo very much. This scheming dog, full of tricks, was worthy of being a guy who could play with her.
After the meal, the guests left.
In Wangdong City, the more lively the house is on the night of the housewarming, the more prosperous the future will be, so a group of godmothers and Song Fei and others moved in.
The old man's room is on the first floor of the living room.
In the evening, he played several games of chess with Chen Shuo, who also stayed at the manor.
Chen Shuo's elephant took the king on Han Aoyu's chessboard. "Old man, I took your king. You lose this game."
Han Aoyu is competitive and plays chess like he is fighting a war, fiercely but carefully. Chen Shuo rarely beats Han Aoyu.
Han Aoyu stared at the scattered chess pieces on the chessboard. He suddenly sighed, "I'll be 89 next month."
"Ha!" Chen Shuo rearranged the chess pieces and asked Han Aoyu, "How are you going to celebrate your birthday next month?"
Han Aoyu pursed his lips, pouted, and suddenly said, "I feel like I need to leave."
Chen Shuo's mind was on the chess game. Upon hearing this, he asked, "Where are you going?"
After asking, Chen Shuo did not get a reply from Han Ao Yu. He suddenly understood what Han Ao Yu meant by "leaving".
Chen Shuo retracted the chess piece he was about to place, looked up at the big brother opposite him in surprise, and asked hesitantly, "Why did you suddenly have such an idea?"
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