Chapter 247

Compared with Yunmeng group's dominance in the game circle during this period, Mr. Hao of Yunmeng group has been quite low-key during this period.

no way out.

You can't keep a low profile.

Just a few days after his return, he received a call from his senior high school classmates, saying that he wanted to get together.

To be honest, from primary school to high school, he has always had a low sense of existence. His friendship with his classmates is basically just like a gentleman's friend. He doesn't have the kind of iron to wear a pair of pants, and he doesn't have the kind of adolescent feelings.

After all, how to say.

Although most of the memories of his previous life have disappeared, it may be because Meng Po Tang didn't lick it clean. He has been more mature than his peers since he was a child.

He is not interested in some of the things that children like. In addition, he has a mother who looks at games and electronic products like monsters. He feels that he can not be pushed out by his classmates. After more than ten years of life, he has finally been admitted to the top school of the people's Federation of China. He has already made the SSS level clearance evaluation of difficulty without hanging up.

But there's a saying, poor in downtown, rich in mountains, distant relatives.

It was a good gathering of students. As a result, not only the students came, but also a classmate in the next class, an uncle who worked as a leader in the Municipal Development Bureau, and a relative in the principal's family who worked in the investment promotion office.

All of them were 40 years old. When they met, they shook hands with Hao Yun's right hand and talked with each other enthusiastically. They were not embarrassed except themselves.

Of course, the most wonderful thing is a senior "ban Hua" who claims to have been in secret love with him for many years. I don't know whether he is really drunk or fake drunk. He came to an affectionate confession without two drinks.

Fortunately, Hao Yun was still sober. Although he drank a little wine, he still politely refused the invitation to go to someone's home and let the driver of the little leader of the Municipal Development Bureau send him home.

I got home.

Looking at his drunken son, Hao Yu could not help but scold him.

"You should drink less wine in the future."

"I don't want to. It's all for others to respect me. Can't I not drink it?" Leaning on the sofa, Hao Yun said helplessly.

Hao Yu just sighed.

After a moment's silence, he said suddenly.

"Xiao Yun."

"What's the matter?"

"What is a billion?"

"I don't know, and it has to be analyzed in detail. The key is to see where it is used," Hao Yun said after thinking about it. "For example, what kind of network platform is now, whether it can be subsidized by hundreds of millions of users, and how many users can share one hundred million or something."

To be honest, he doesn't have any specific concepts.

He had never seen so much money in his last life. He suddenly made so much money in his life. He didn't think about how to spend it. It seems that he also has a house, a car... He doesn't know much about it. He can't say that he will be finished if he buys a substitute.

If it's just consumption, let alone hundreds of millions, the tens of millions in his personal account alone will be enough for him not to worry about money in his life.

"I heard that the newly built business center in our city has a total investment of only 120 million yuan," Hao Yu said. After a pause, he took a meaningful look at his son. "We are a small place. Whether you are gathering with friends or doing anything, you can keep a low profile. It won't hurt."

Hao Yun slightly Leng next, immediately said with a smile.

"Well, Dad, I know."

Hao Yucai grinned and rubbed his son's head.

"You are getting taller and taller. I don't know you any more."

Hao Yun said with a smile.

"No way. You must have drunk too much."

"Go back to your room and sleep. I won't talk to you anymore. I'll go home and drink less. I want to drink with your father at home."

Later, in these days a few years ago, Hao Yun tried to get rid of all the social activities he could get rid of.

Some people who haven't been in touch for a long time are not very familiar with each other. They call all of a sudden and either borrow money or do all kinds of things.

There are also those who have made investments, which are worth hundreds of billions.

It's like his money is coming from the wind

However, Hao Yun is bored to stay at home all day. At this moment, he suddenly sees the guitar in the room.

There was a thick layer of dust on the plastic sheet, which obviously hasn't been opened for a long time.

Putting the guitar on his knee, Hao Yun's eyes can't help floating a touch of nostalgia.

At the beginning, in order to remember the songs of his previous life, he asked his mother to buy him a guitar. However, after trying for a long time, he failed to remember those vague songs in his memory. Finally, he gave up his fantasy and read honestly.

Recalling the memory that was restored with the help of the system some time ago, he gently fiddled with the strings and hummed in a low voice.

"Summer cicadas and winter snow, but a glimpse of reincarnation"

"The cultivation of enlightenment does not ask about the fate of life."

"There are only a few paintings on white paper, drawing the depth of the world."

"It's hard to paint your face without dust..."

The clear and tactful melody flowed like a spring at his fingertips, and with a slight hoarse voice in his deep voice, it became a poetic painting.

In fact, the dubbing of the original song is not the guitar, but when playing with the guitar, Hao Yun feels a totally different taste from it.

Although it's the first time to play, both fingering and rhythm are a little bit strange, but for him who has reached the level of musical proficiency, it's a very simple and common thing to be familiar with a musical instrument that he once contacted and to play a piece of music that has been printed in his mind.

The fingertips pause slightly.

Hao Yun, who suddenly thought of something, took a chair and sat by the window.

He reached out and moved the curtain. He carefully adjusted the opening and closing of the curtain to make the light in the room not so bright and dazzling, and not so dim.

Then, he turned on the recording function of his mobile phone, set an angle and stood on the desk, so that he only showed half his body in the camera.

"The angle is perfect."

With a silent voice, Hao Yun's mouth turned up with a smile. Then he sat back in his chair, picked up his guitar and put it on his right leg.

The strings vibrated gently.

Graceful and clear melody continues to flow from his fingertips.

Although the second time of playing is still a little strange, he can clearly feel that both the melody and rhythm are very close to the song in his memory.

Even

Compared with the original version, he added some things of his own.

Let's play one.

Gently spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, feel relaxed Hao Yun looking at the mobile phone in front of him, a smile on his face.

This is probably the first music video he made?

I don't know if anyone will like it.

"This song is for you all."

"I hope you like it."

I didn't think of a conclusion in advance, so I just said a few words.

When he reached out and pressed the stop recording button, Hao Yun found out the headset, put it on, played the recorded material from beginning to end, confirmed that there was no big problem, and then uploaded it to the computer.

It's not difficult for him to cut the video. More than ten minutes of material was quickly cut into a song.

After finishing all this, Hao Yun found his own voice customer account, which almost forgot his password, and uploaded the video.

"I don't know if anyone will listen."

With a smile in his heart, Hao Yun pressed the release button, then closed his laptop and went out to eat.