Chapter 11 Acid and Firecrackers

Time can't stand it, Chen Feng waited, and unknowingly, another week was wasted.

　　Compared with the goal-oriented struggle in the dream, Chen Feng has more trivial matters after he came out.

　　He still has to go to work, deal with apartment chores from time to time, and go to corporate headquarters for pointless but must-go meetings from time to time.

　　This is the daily routine of most urban white-collar workers in the world.

　　Busy and mediocre, he said that he must do something in his spare time, but in the blink of an eye, precious time was inexplicably stolen.

　　Chen Feng originally planned to take advantage of these few days to collect more information on music-related companies, no matter which city it was, so he would take an annual leave from the company and make a concentrated trip.

　　Or follow the entertainment information to see if there are any well-known music insiders coming to Hanzhou to do activities, and then learn from those groupies to kill them, and see if you can take a chance and stop a Bole on the road.

　　It's a pity that he is not a fan circle after all, so he can't get first-hand information.

　　By the time he saw it in the entertainment news, everyone had come and gone.

　　In the past half month, the only thing Chen Feng has done well is to persevere in exercising, and run ten kilometers every day and night.

　　He can't run fast, the goal is to recover, and the effect is basically achieved.

　　Only two weeks later, his physique has recovered a lot.

　　When he first started running, he ran 10 kilometers for two hours from nine o'clock to eleven o'clock, which is equivalent to a pace of 12, which is a sign of a very weak physique.

　　But after two weeks, he ran 10 kilometers in about 70 minutes with the Fartlek method, and his pace became 7, which was a great improvement.

　　It's good to be young, and to recover quickly enough.

　　At nine o'clock that night, he put on his sports clothes again, put on low-quality running shoes, went downstairs, and left the community.

　　It was almost winter, and the night in Hanzhou was a little cooler. Chen Feng tightened his collar, looked left and right, chose a direction, and trot forward with his head buried in it.

　　For the first two weeks, he ran around the community in circles, and it was exactly ten kilometers after five laps.

　　But it was a little boring to always run the same route. This time, he decided to run farther away. There were four traffic lights in the planned path.

　　But it doesn't matter, you should rest when you wait for the traffic lights.

　　After walking for about 400 or 500 meters, you will reach the first traffic light intersection.

　　At this time, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, his body was warm, and the soles of his feet were a little sore, all because his shoes were not good.

　　Chen Feng paused, put his tongue against his upper jaw, and carefully controlled his breathing rhythm.

　　When it's cold, don't inhale too hard, otherwise the flank will easily hurt.

　　Around twenty or thirty people were waiting for the traffic lights, most of them were young men and women dressed in fashion.

　　Although the night was cold, the beauties were not wearing thick skirts, shorts, and black and white stockings of unknown thickness.

　　These people were talking loudly and seemed to be in high spirits.

　　Most of the net names they call each other are strange names such as "Wolf Line", "Wuma", "Red Sleeve", "Bao'er", "Dream Hunting" and so on.

　　The content of their conversations is far and wide, as if they are self-promotion by describing their own experiences, and they are like carefully testing and guessing the authenticity of the other party's identity, and perhaps formulating various strategies in their hearts.

　　Chen Feng looked at the street in front of the traffic lights where the neon lights flickered endlessly, and felt a little stunned.

　　The street in front is called Shaolin Road, which is a well-known bar street in Hanzhou City. Many nightclubs of well-known brands such as Super Club and Yuehe have large-scale flagship stores here.

　　These men and women should all go to the night show to have fun.

　　Zhong Lei lives in Weston's apartment. It is precisely because it is very close to Shaolin Road that her night shows are basically concentrated here.

　　Chen Feng wanted to turn around and leave.

　　With his current age and the fact that he is single, clubbing and nightclubs should have been his entertainment life.

　　But he really couldn't bear the little money he had worked so hard to save.

　　Different from other peers, Chen Feng can only rely on himself if he wants to take root in the city.

　　Even if you live frugally every month, you can only save two or three thousand. The money saved for half a year is enough to buy a one-square-meter house in downtown Hanzhou, but I have an idea.

　　So even though they were close, Chen Feng never liked going to Shaolin Road.

　　He is afraid of being sour.

　　Today he also wants to turn around, so don't go to Shaolin Road to make fun of himself.

　　While thinking so, the red light turns green, and you can pass.

　　The men and women in front of Chen Feng were about to take a step forward. A fiery red Ferrari roared past with a roaring sound like a stuffy bull, passing everyone. It was thrilling and exciting. into a group.

　　The flaming taillights dragged four distorted shadows on the dimly lit street and quickly disappeared.

　　The young men and women who had been chatting hotly just now fell into awkward silence after scolding.

　　Chen Feng's eyes were sharp, and the moment the car passed, he could clearly see the scene inside.

　　The young man sitting in the co-pilot was holding the steering wheel with his left hand, and holding a woman's head with his right hand.

　　Chen Feng didn't see the woman's face clearly, but it wasn't ugly either.

　　It's not hard for him to guess what the woman is doing.

　　This damn rich second generation.

　　Well, still sour.

　　Some people are born at the end of happiness, nothing compares.

　　A bump on the shoulder caused him to lose his balance slightly and take a step forward.

　　Chen Feng walked forward along the crowd. Forget it, he has already been sour once today, and he won't be sour again easily. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Cross the road and keep running.

　　After a street, it is only a few hundred meters away from the residential area on the Weston side, but it is already two worlds.

　　Quiet and deserted, while feasting.

　　Chen Feng buried his head, regardless of the people around him, he just ran for himself.

　　While running, he was not idle, but kept thinking about what to do next.

　　Obviously, I have already copied two songs, and I should have done a good job. It has been two weeks since I came back, but I still can't open the situation.

　　He didn't understand.

　　In so many novels I read before, once the protagonist gets the golden finger, which one doesn't take off in minutes, why is it so difficult to get to me?

　　Could it be that my use of the golden finger is wrong?

　　Should I not copy the song?

　　Should I copy something else?

　　Next time, I'll change my mind and look at more biographies, and then explore some entertainment talents that will rise a little in the next few years?

　　I can't hold onto Zhong Lei's thighs that are more than 100 years old, so I'll take the next step and develop a few less vigorous head offices, right?

　　"What are you doing! Let go! I called the police!"

　　A scream came from not far away.

　　Chen Feng subconsciously stopped.

　　It stopped so hard that he nearly stumbled to the ground.

　　Chen Feng held onto the light pole and looked aside.

　　A woman with a guitar on her back is struggling to break free from the hands of a young man.

　　The man seemed to want to pull her into the car that was parked on the side of the road.

　　Well, another red Ferrari, I don't know if it was the one that passed by earlier.

　　After being freed, the man tried to grab her again, but was slapped in the face by the woman.

　　There was a crisp sound, like a firecracker.