Let me explain here the questions about the time raised by book friends.

This book is purely fictional. If there is any similarity, it would be too exciting!

Whether it is the era in this book, the level of social science and technology, characters, and place names are very different from reality. Please regard it as a parallel world, thank you.

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"The land price here is the most expensive in Beijing, with a square meter of more than 70,000 yuan per square meter. It is a wealthy place for Yang Tianxiong to own such a large mansion here..." Along the way, Yang Cheng kept instilling some common sense in Han Feng. "Now, traditional industries such as real estate and energy are basically monopolized by major families. If newcomers want to get into trouble, it is difficult to get to the sky! In short, there is only opportunity in emerging high-tech fields, especially the Internet. If you want to develop in the future, it should be easier to start from the Internet."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Cheng seemed to be always suggesting that Han Feng would do something in the future.

Yang Cheng's words were almost the same as Han Feng's own thinking. If he wanted to build his own career in the future, he would definitely not compete with those wealthy families in the traditional industry, otherwise he would definitely seek death.

The fields that Han Feng is good at are undoubtedly computers and the Internet, and this industry is a place full of miracles and myths. Countless unknown people started from scratch and thus established their own business empire.

Han Feng believes in his abilities and understands very well what the "super system" inside his brain means. He is now reserving energy and just waiting to improve this system and accumulate strength!

Along the way, various styles of luxury cars drove past them and then entered the parking lot inside the Yang family's mansion.

"Tsk tsk, tonight, there will probably be 30% of the top sports cars in Beijing. If a missile falls from the sky and happens to hit it here, how spectacular it would be!" Yang Cheng said whisperingly, rudely.

Han Feng pretended not to hear it. His uncle, who is old, is always afraid that the world will not be in chaos. He is a typical violent person.

Most of the people who came to the dance were rich in Beijing, and there were also senior officials in the government. They drove in one car after another, and it seemed that there were more bodyguards following them than guests.

Far away, Han Feng saw a middle-aged man and a noble lady greeting guests at the door. Judging from their age, it should be Yang Tianxiong's son and daughter-in-law.

Seeing the guests who came to the dance register at the door and then gave their own gifts, Han Feng felt aroused and asked, "My uncle, are we here to attend the birthday party today?"

"Yes, didn't you tell you about Yang Tianxiong's granddaughter Yang Xiwen's 18th birthday?"

Han Feng smiled and said, "You should have prepared the birthday gift for me, right?"

"Uh... Oops!" Yang Cheng slapped the back of his head, "I have chosen a birthday gift for you, but I forgot to get it when I came just now." The gift that Yang Cheng prepared for Han Feng was a crystal diamond necklace. Although it was not pricey, it was not cheap, but it was not on him. He also had to go to the jewelry store to get it. If you drive now, it would probably take an hour to go back and forth, so obviously there was no hurry.

Han Feng shrugged: "That's not there? Then forget it, I don't plan to give it to me anyway. Remember to discount it to me when I look back, and I will dial it in 55 points."

Yang Cheng was speechless.

There was no choice but to be shameless, Yang Cheng had to hand over his invitation with Han Feng to the Etiquette Lady at the door. After hurriedly signing his name, he walked directly to Yang Dongming and his wife in disgrace in surprise eyes, and greeted them with an unnatural smile.

"Brother Yang, welcome, welcome, come in quickly. There are many guests today. Please give yourself your own advice. Please forgive me if you are not careful!"

"Hehe, why are you polite to me? Don't you know my temper?" Yang Cheng smiled and said to Han Feng, "Xiaofeng, come here and see Uncle Yang and aunt."

Han Feng walked up and said lightly: "Uncle Yang, Auntie." He nodded slightly, saying hello, with no expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

Yang Dongming didn't care and laughed: "You are Han Feng, are you? You are handsome, not bad, not bad!"

Yang Cheng didn't say anything about Han Feng's attitude. He politely spoke to Yang Dongming and took him into the hall.

The venue for the cocktail party is on the first floor, with a semicircular banquet hall inside, which is connected to the garden behind, which is quite open. At this time, many people have come to the hall and the garden. Older people usually talk softly in the banquet hall, while most of the handsome men and beautiful women gather in the garden outside, in groups of three or five, laughter and joy are constantly coming out, and the atmosphere on both sides is completely different.

Yang Cheng took out the phone and dialed a number, and said in a slight stingy way: "Xiao Nannan, have you arrived? Where are you now? I've already arrived... Oh, okay, I understand, I'll go find you now, hehe! Come on, kiss me!"

Yang Cheng, who had a smile on his face, hung up the phone and said to Han Feng: "Xiaofeng, you have sent the next time yourself. I believe you are fine. I have worked hard for lifelong happiness. If you have something to do, call me..."

After saying that, Yang Cheng picked up a glass of red wine and left.

After he left like this, Han Feng felt a little lonely. After all, it was a very unfamiliar environment. In the past, he would have had detailed information in advance and even maps.

Seeing the stiff smiles on the people around him, Han Feng felt only a sensation of disgust.

What am I doing here? Han Feng asked himself.

Is it specifically here to destroy this dance? Han Feng shook his head. What can he do if he destroys it? It just embarrasses Yang Xiwen's face, and she is just a pitiful person who is more pitiful than herself.

Come and collect some information and further grasp information that is beneficial to you? This is the meaning in it, but it is not the main one.

After all, Han Feng doesn't want to fall out with the Han Yang family so soon. He is still half a disabled person now. He doesn't want to implicate his parents because of something he did, and he doesn't want to disturb his parents even if he is a little bit of disturbing.

Han Feng stood alone in the hall, so out of place with the people around him. He was wearing a cheap suit, and even the waiters who were responsible for holding plates were dressed more advanced than him, so no one came forward to answer him for answering.

Of course, Han Feng was so happy that he came to the buffet area and was about to get something to eat, but he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here.

"Oh, isn't this Han Feng? What a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you here!" A harsh voice came, which made Han Feng slightly stunned. The owner of this voice was very familiar with his former roommate Sun Le.
Chapter completed!