I Don't Want To Be A Young Master

0At the beginning of March, Duan Pengfei brought people to Wangcheng to explore the market.    

    

After Duan Pengfei left, Ye Feng became a lot busier. As for the matter of sponsorship, he left it to the Market Department to discuss, and he didn't have the time to care about it.    

    

After dealing with the shop, Tian Ye Feng went to the second phase of the youth's hometown.    

    

After the first month, the matter of the new house decoration should be put on the agenda.    

    

On the way to Building 8, Ye Feng met Song Jia again in the district.    

    

Song Jia was accompanying a middle-aged woman.    

    

Seeing Ye Feng, Song Jia smiled and greeted him.    

    

Ye Feng stopped walking and asked, "You haven't taken a good look at the house?"    

    

Song Jia shook her head and said with some distress, "The prices of the young people's homes are too expensive. I even want to rent a house."    

    

Before Ye Feng could reply, the middle-aged woman standing beside Song Jia spoke: "How can we do that! Your dad and I were worried about a girl like you staying alone in Grand City. What if she rents a house or meets a bad person? Your dad and I don't need this money, so I think we should just buy the one we just saw! "    

    

When Ye Feng heard this, he could only laugh without making a sound. However, Song Jia felt a bit awkward and replied, "Mom!"    

    

Song Jia's mother curled her lips and looked at Ye Feng: "Young man, are you Jiajia's friend?"    

    

Ye Feng thought for a moment, maybe, maybe, he could be considered a friend, so he nodded his head.    

    

Song Jia's mother saw the situation and smiled, "Then help me persuade my family's Song Jia. There is no need to go through all this trouble to buy a house. In my opinion, the environment here is not bad. Several million is not considered expensive."    

    

When she said this, Song Jia's face was red with embarrassment. Her mother's words were filled with the aura of a nouveau riche.    

    

It would have been fine if she had met someone else, but Ye Feng was such a rich man, it would have been difficult for Song Jia not to blush.    

    

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth also twitched, he didn't feel like those words were right.    

    

Ye Feng glanced at Song Jia's parents, only to see a faint hint of wariness in the depths of their eyes. Ye Feng was speechless.    

    

This old couple's vigilance was too high. They only greeted each other on the way, was there a need for them to be so wary of him?    

    

Seeing this, Ye Feng did not have any further words to say, and lightly laughed: "Then Aunty and Auntie, you guys go busy yourself, I still have to leave in advance."    

    

After Ye Feng left, Song Jia immediately became angry and ashamed, "Mom, what were you saying just now!"    

    

Song Jia's mother disapprovingly said, "What did I say? We were prepared to buy a house to begin with, and what I said was not a lie."    

    

Song Jia's father also chimed in, "Jiajia, you will have to be careful when making friends alone in the city."    

    

"Dad!"    

    

Song Jia was getting really angry, "What are you all thinking!? Ye Feng has a house in the youth's hometown, and coincidentally encountered it. "    

    

Song Jia's mother asked in surprise, "You bought it?"    

    

"I bought it! It's still Lou Wang! "    

    

Song Jia snorted and said, "He has his own company. He has much more money than you. I don't know how he will laugh at us when he hears what Mom has just said."    

    

Song Jia's mother looked embarrassed as she mumbled, "I didn't notice. I thought she was trying to get close to you."    

    

Song Jia rolled her eyes, didn't you see that I was the one who greeted them first?    

    

Ye Feng did not take the matter of Song Jia's parents to heart.    

    

Pitiful parents would naturally worry about their children's losses, so there was no need to worry about it.    

    

Ye Feng walked around the new house, and after roughly confirming the decorating plan, he left the young people's home.    

    

Although all the developers here gave out gifts and decorations, they had to abide by one principle when buying things in Huaxia: Don't be greedy for free things.    

    

It would be fine if it was just a normal gift, such as an apple or a grape. If he didn't want to eat it, he could just throw it away. However, once the decorations were finished, it wouldn't be easy to change it.    

    

As for who they were looking for, the decorations on the ground surrounding Nanhua Restaurant in Yuanfeng were naturally the most suitable.    

    

"… …"    

    

In mid-March, the sponsorship was settled.    

    

Yuanfeng invested 150 thousand and became the sole sponsor of the first "Far Wind Cup" campus singing competition.    

    

According to Hu Chunze, this business was worth it.    

    

The things that Ye Feng had considered were not within his considerations. Hu Chunze was only concerned with Zhou Yue.    

    

Perhaps it was because Ye Feng had underestimated the influence of a grassroots artist, Zhou Yue's influence in Guangcheng was not low at all.    

    

Yan Meifang's "grassroots hero" may have been exaggerated, but Zhou Yue was indeed very popular in Guangcheng.    

    

Even a middle-aged man like Hu Chunze, who didn't care about the entertainment circle, knew Zhou Yue's name.    

    

"… …"    

    

March 18th, the registration for the Singing Competition officially began.    

    

Because Zhou Yue was on the poster, there were quite a few people registering.    

    

The School of Management was the largest and largest courtyard. The entire school had nearly 5000 people, and the number of people who had registered on the first day already exceeded 300.    

    

Don't underestimate the figure of 300. Last year, there was a large singing and dancing event organized by the whole organization, and the number of people that signed up was no more than 300.    

    

Of course, Ye Feng was happy to see it, regardless of whether Zhou Yue was really famous or not, as long as the event was over.    

    

If he could attract more people's attention, then that would be even better. Perhaps the money that Yuanfeng invested could be earned back very quickly.    

    

The only thing that surprised Ye Feng was that Meng Shengquan also signed up!    

    

As the sponsor, Ye Feng was invited to the competition. Originally, he did not want to go, but now that he knew that his little brother had applied, he had no choice but to go.    

    

While the group of people were gathered at Ye Feng's house, he was still in disbelief, "Fatty, with that broken gong like voice of yours, you dare to make a fool of yourself? Aren't you afraid of scaring people?"    

    

Meng Shengquan was upset and said, "Brother, why do you look down on people just like them? I am a tenor, do you understand? A bunch of laymen still have the nerve to laugh at me, so naturally, someone will admire my singing! "    

    

Ye Feng was speechless. This guy was truly shameless and invincible.    

    

Even a pig like Meng Shengquan dared to call himself a tenor. He wasn't afraid of being smashed to death by others.    

    

In the end, Feng Hao laughed and explained, "Big brother, you don't need to ask. Actually, it was Xu Fangpigeon who insisted on letting Fatty go on stage. She said that she wanted him to get first place, but the prize money for first place was 5000 yuan. "    

    

Ye Feng almost spat out blood. Xu Fang pigeon really dared to think about this!    

    

If Fatty was able to get first place, it would be fine even if he had to write Ye Feng's name upside down.    

    

With some sympathy, Ye Feng patted the fatty's shoulder and comforted him, "It's fine. Even if you don't get first place, the last place will still be yours."    

    

Meng Shengquan stared at him and mumbled, "Maybe I really got first."    

    

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched, this guy's skin was getting thicker and thicker.    

    

While they were chatting casually, Qin Susu and Xu Fangpigeon entered the house.    

    

Seeing Ye Feng and the others, Xu Fangpigeon hurriedly said: "Fatty, have you reported your name yet?"    

    

Meng Shengquan nodded. Before he could say anything, Qin Susu smiled, "Luckily I didn't sign up. Otherwise, I would have died thinking of singing on the same stage as this guy."    

    

Thinking back to that day in the woods, the fatty sang a song for her.    

    

Xu Fangpigeon naturally heard Qin Susu talk about what happened that time, but she said nonchalantly: "What's wrong, it's because the fatty sang badly that I asked him to register." The taste of creating 101 is different. You all might not understand after seeing it, but I have seen it a few times. The more wonderful the song, the more favored it is.    

    

Hearing Xu Fangwu's words, everyone felt that her words made a bit of sense.    

    

Meng Shengquan was the only one with a bitter face. He felt that his own wife didn't like listening to his songs, but thought that his singing was too unpleasant to listen to.    

    

Ye Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself, Zhou Yue better not let Fatty win. If it really was like this, then Yuanfeng's reputation would probably crumble along with the singing competition.    

    

However, now that he said these things, he was worried about nothing. Ye Feng quickly gave up on this idea.