Chen Feng only followed Paul to the site and took a brief look, and he had a feeling in his heart.

Rich!

Capitalism is really corrupt.

He also wanted to try it.

Chen Feng planned to buy it, and every time he came here, he could run laps in his own yard, and even quietly complete some high-intensity training that ordinary people could not imagine in his own gym.

In fact, with his current strength, he can build a larger and more magnificent manor as a residence in the country, but once he did this, he really couldn't find a reason in his heart to continue to stay with Zhong Lei.

Maybe Zhong Lei had the same concern. Obviously, she was not short of money, so she only bought a medium-sized flat with four units in Hanzhou, and it was a pre-sale house without a ceiling. She said that she planned to wait for the house to be delivered in two years, so that her parents would have a place to live when they came here.

In short, the current situation is very strange. One has a net worth of at least 8 billion yuan, and the other has a net worth of hundreds of millions, but they still share an ordinary apartment.

And due to some historical reasons, the two of them don't pay the rent, which is really hateful.

"Mr. Chen, how do you feel? Do you like it? This is the best villa that has just been circulated in the Los Angeles real estate market this month."

Standing in the courtyard, Paul danced with his hands and feet to take credit.

Chen Feng had a blank expression on his face and nodded slightly: "The house is generally OK, I am quite satisfied with it."

Seeing him like this, Paul's enthusiasm was discounted on the spot, "Ah? Just relatively satisfied?"

"Well. First of all, I don't like riding in helicopters, so the helipad is a waste for me. Secondly, I looked at the terrain as a whole. There are two mountains here, and there is water in the middle. In Feng Shui, this kind of terrain is called two dragons fighting for a pearl, and it is a place for military strategists to kill. If the owner buys this place and is a businessman, he will have to face a strong opponent in the business field."

Chen Feng put his hands behind his back, tried to empty his vocabulary, and carefully expressed his "dissatisfaction" word by word.

He really couldn't find any shortcomings, so he simply used metaphysics and some Feng Shui that you don't understand and I don't understand either.

Paul was confused.

"Wind and water? Two dragons? Fighting? The previous owner was not a businessman, but a famous boxer for many years."

Chen Feng's lies were exposed on the spot, but he remained calm, "That's it, don't boxers fit the meaning of two dragons fighting?"

Paul was stunned, "Yes."

"Looking at the sea from here, the scenery is very beautiful, but according to climate statistics, the northwest ocean monsoon blowing from the sea every year is the longest. This is called northwest wind in my hometown, which is unlucky."

Paul was completely confused, "Why is northwest wind unlucky again?"

Chen Feng asked, "The owner's recent investment returns are not very good, right?"

Paul nodded, "No, it's not good."

He began to admire Chen Feng's theory of wind and water.

As expected of an artist, he knows a lot.

Chen Feng acted mysterious, "Then this is the shortcoming of the house."

Paul understood what Chen Feng meant.

Customers are God.

No matter what the customer is dissatisfied with, as long as they have an opinion, it's done.

"Then... I'll look for another house?"

he asked tentatively.

Chen Feng's mouth twitched. Paul, who called himself one of the top ten agents, must be dealing with Chinese buyers for the first time. His brain is too slow to think and he doesn't even know how to bargain.

"I mean, the overall condition of the house is satisfactory, but it still has some shortcomings. I think the price should be appropriately lowered, to 10 million US dollars, so that the shortcomings become tolerable. Tell the other party's agent about my dissatisfaction, and also tell them that I can pay the full amount in one go, and I can pay it immediately. Give me an answer tomorrow."

Paul nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I've written it down."

Chen Feng has read the valuation report issued by a well-known accounting firm, which lists a lot of data in detail, including historical transaction prices, nearby real estate market analysis reports, overall market analysis in the past two years, and the added value brought by the many facilities and equipment inside the house, etc.

This villa is indeed worth 13 million US dollars.

His tentative offer now is to take advantage of the seller's cash flow shortage and eagerness to sell.

This is an opportunity that can be taken advantage of. It would be foolish not to take advantage of it.

Of course, others may not agree, so let's talk about it tomorrow.

Things are simpler than he expected.

Paul called him that night and said that the seller had carefully considered it and said that if Chen Feng signed a contract to settle all the payments within a week, the deal would be 10 million.

Chen Feng immediately handed the matter over to Meng Xiaozhou and asked Meng Xiaozhou to handle the matter as his agent.

He only needed to stay in the hotel and sign his name on the documents from time to time accompanied by Meng Xiaozhou and the lawyer.

Chen Feng had sold many songs here for one to two million US dollars before, and as these works are completed, they will continue to generate revenue from sharing in the future.

At that time, he did not transfer the US dollars he took into the country, but found a bank here to hold them locally.

This part of the money is very simple, belonging to his personal creation, that is, private property, and has nothing to do with the equity structure of Xingfeng Entertainment.

Now it is convenient for him to use it at any time.

The next day, the two parties signed the contract in a friendly atmosphere. What followed was the house transaction procedure, which Chen Feng was unfamiliar with and was entirely handled by Meng Xiaozhou, the lawyer and Paul.

He did not need to sign this part in person, and Meng Xiaozhou, who had obtained his full power of attorney, could do it on his behalf.

Chen Feng stayed in the Hilton for three days, and he came up with a total of more than 40 new songs, and barely completed a movie script.

His life during these three days was simple, dull and tedious, but his influence and change on the world never stopped moving forward.

As the s, the New England Journal of Medicine and the Lancet successively completed the official authoritative translation, the content of "A Madman's Conjecture Collection 2.0" gradually appeared before the world.

Of course, the admiration and worship of the world could not bring him any immediate benefits in the short term, and Chen Feng was too lazy to check social networks all day to see how others were praising themselves.

That was not important.

He cared more about the construction of the Star Research Institute than these.

Although a lot of margins had been taken into account in the previous plan, now he was preparing to increase the research and development capabilities of at least ten key new technologies at one time, so the previous plan was not enough.

Ryan was both happy and miserable.

Happiness is that he suddenly found that he could do more. Chen Feng's name alone can make him excited.

The pain is that he has to add new design tasks and get more land.

Chen Feng's pace is too fast and too fierce. The previous investment has not generated a penny of profit, and the scale of the project has doubled.

Even the wealthy Ou Guohua was a little confused, not knowing whether to follow up or persuade him.

Chen Feng threw back a sentence, "If Uncle Ou thinks the investment scale is too large, I can temporarily bear more additional investment, and I will borrow some money from Xingfeng Entertainment's liquid funds."

Ou Guohua hesitated for a moment and appropriately reduced the investment scale.

According to Chen Feng's newly added personal investment scale, the final equity structure of Xingfeng Research Institute became 57% controlled by him, 39% by Ouhe Group, and 4% by Lai En, quietly getting one step closer to the 67% that Chen Feng wanted.

To make such a large-scale asset change a reality, Chen Feng had to return to China.

He packed his bag with regret and left the Hilton Hotel.

When he walked out of the hotel building, he thought to himself, he was too patient. No one came to visit for three whole days.

Paul Powell had to take care of the house today, so it was not convenient for him to be his driver.

He walked to the door of the hotel and hailed a taxi, "Go to the airport."

The strong and honest white driver made an OK gesture, "Okay sir."

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Feng squinted his eyes slightly and looked around.

There were four black business cars and four large off-road vehicles in the four directions in front, behind, left and right of the taxi.

He looked at the signal bar on his mobile phone again, which showed 0 signal.

He was not too surprised, but breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally here.

"Aren't you going to the airport?"

Chen Feng, who was sitting in the back seat, asked knowingly.

The driver in front was not panicked. "Mr. Chen, I'm afraid you can't make it to the airport."

"Oh, where are you going?"

"To Monrovia Canyon Park, Mr. Chen Feng, someone wants to see you there."

Chen Feng looked at his watch. "Then I may miss my flight. You have to compensate me for my ticket. 1,239 US dollars."

The driver laughed. "You are so humorous, like an American."

Chen Feng also laughed. "That's just your illusion."

Twenty minutes later, he met the person who wanted to see him in a courtyard that looked like a manor from the outside but was actually heavily guarded.

A senior agent from ABI, the general manager in charge of commercial and technological espionage in California, and of course a senior agent with little reputation but great influence.

Chen Feng got what he wanted.

The Madman's Conjecture Collection 1.0 and the nine breakthrough projects being planned by the Star Institute will make people quite interested.

But before that, some people still think that what he wants to do is too far-fetched. Theory is theory, and practice is practice.

Maybe there are still people who hope that he will run into a dead end with China's scientific research strength, so they let his behavior go and don't contact him.

But now, when he took out "Crazy Man's Conjecture Collection 2.0" and once again proposed a higher goal, everything no longer seemed so far-fetched.

Just like Einstein back then, if he said he wanted to prove the existence of God, I'm afraid someone would give him hundreds of millions of dollars in research sponsorship.

Status can change a lot of things. It can make people worship you, but it can also make people greedy.

Chen Feng casually took out the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing some people to weigh the pros and cons in another direction.

The other party's attitude was very peaceful, and his smile was full of affinity. "Mr. Chen, America needs people like you. The world needs you too. Join us and work together for the freest, most prosperous, most innovative, and most human rights-respecting country for all mankind. We will provide you with everything you want, the best financial resources support, the best scientific research team staffing, the best security measures. You can create more wealth for the world and get more wealth for yourself."

Chen Feng took a sip of the coffee in front of him, as if talking to himself, "But I don't like drinking coffee. I like to drink Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Dahongpao, which you can't buy here."

"Hmm?"

Chen Feng put down the cup, "Then, can you tell me who will sponsor me? Who will I serve? Who will I make money for? The Walton family? The Koch family? DuPont? Buffett? Murdoch? Or the famous Rockefeller family? Or all of them?"

He smiled gently, but the question went straight to the core.

The other party was silent.

Chen Feng said again: "You want to force me to stay, and at the same time talk to me about freedom and human rights. Don't you think it's contradictory? Oh, I almost forgot. Since you are the head of ABI, you must have already anesthetized yourself to the point of being indestructible. There is no need for me to tell you this." Obviously

, Chen Feng is completely different from many wealthy people from the other side of the strait that the other party has come into contact with in the past.

The other party: "Since you are so disgusted with our 'freedom', Mr. Chen, why are you so generous to our scholars?"

Chen Feng put his hands in his pockets, "If I say I am doing this for humanity, do you believe me? Just like what you claim, I think so too."

"Anyway, we will keep you here. Whether you like it or not, you will probably have to stay here. Next, we will find a way to bring your family over. You are too important."

Chen Feng shrugged, "I correct two points. First, you can't keep me. Second, I don't have any family in the country."

Bang!

The next moment, Chen Feng moved and took the initiative.

...

Five minutes later, he pulled off the high-frequency stun gun connection line that hit him.

Chen Feng looked back at the door and saw seventy or eighty strong men in suits lying on the ground.

The manor was very quiet. Except for the person lying on the ground, it seemed very peaceful.

He returned to the senior agent who was tied up like a dumpling.

Chen Feng held a large-caliber gun with the safe just opened in his hand. "I told you that you can't keep me."

The senior agent's already very white skin became even paler, and looked bloodless.

He only murmured: "This is impossible. Have you received military training?"

Chen Feng asked back, "Have you seen a soldier as strong as this? Has there ever been one in history?"

While talking, he took the stun gun connection cable in his hand and played with it. The crackling current in his palm was like firecrackers, but he was completely unaware of it.

The senior agent was completely silent.

Chen Feng looked back at the door again, "Tell your sniper to take that guy away. Yes, I'm talking about the guy in the ghillie suit, squatting on the tree with his legs apart. I'll give him three seconds, otherwise the first person will die here today, but it will definitely not be me."

The agent was stunned.

The people ambushing outside are at least 200 meters away from here. They are the most professional lurkers. How could they be discovered?

Chen Feng started the countdown.

"Three, two..."

Before he finished counting, he suddenly raised his left hand and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

"Ah!"

A scream came from the agent's intercom.

Chen Feng slowly took back the thing and blew into the hole where smoke was coming out. "Don't panic. I just saw that he was having a hard time lying there, so I broke the branch under him. He won't die, he's just slightly injured."