In the early morning of the next day, Feng Yun had not yet escaped from the state of Meichun without a trace, and was awakened by the phone call in the room, and after answering it, he realized that it was the hotel's wake-up service.

This point particularly made Feng Yun wonder, he obviously didn't ask for the hotel wake-up service, how could there be an automatic function?

However, after asking, Feng Yun understood that it was arranged by the organizer, and all the guests who came to participate in this forum were set up with a wake-up service in their rooms, just for fear that these guests would not get up in the morning.

For this, Feng Yun no longer knows whether to call it intimate or evil.

After sighing again, this is life, and you can only enjoy it.

After washing up, he looked at the time, and at seven o'clock in the morning, Feng Yun left the room directly and went to the Western restaurant for breakfast.

After that, the opening ceremony of the forum was scheduled for nine o'clock, and when Feng Yun came to the venue, he found that there were about 200 seats in the venue of Nuoda, and it seemed that there were 200 people attending today.

On the rostrum in front of the conference room, there is a row of chairs, which seems to be the location of the big names participating in the forum.

And above the rostrum, there is this banner, which reads: The 2nd Entrepreneur Forum.

After glancing at it, Feng Yun didn't look at it much, he was here to relax, everything here didn't seem to have anything to do with him, after finding a seat and sitting down, he took out his mobile phone and hung up the headphones, and the language of "Timmy!" appeared, and instantly Feng Yun entered a fierce 5V5 battle, not knowing the situation outside.

After Feng Yun finished a qualifying game, he glanced at his data 0-5.

This made Feng Yun very puzzled, as if he had fallen into a 0-5 dream demon, when he opened the black with his friends before, he was still excited, but after a few painful defeats, his friends didn't play with him, and he also gave a definition of him: a meal is as fierce as a tiger, and then look at the record of 0-5.

After taking off the headphones, he found that someone in the conference room at this time had already begun to speak, and Feng Yun, who was curious, looked up at the rostrum and found that it was already full of people, all in suits and leather shoes.

But the most critical point is that Feng Yun doesn't know any of these people......

And in the position of the podium, there is an old man with half-white hair, looking forward to the future uncertainly.

Feng Yun also didn't know this old man, but there was one thing he was very puzzled about, why did he still have half a head of white hair in this society, why didn't he dye it? Could it be that the achievement was to give people a feeling of a master?

The next conference time was a bit boring, and many so-called successful people on the rostrum met to talk about their successful experiences, giving people the feeling that their so-called success could be replicated.

For this, Feng Yun scoffed, success can be replicated, then there will be no shortage of successful people in this world.

Tasteless, Feng Yun had no choice but to put on his headphones, ready to start challenging his lingering nightmare, such a forum, in his opinion, was even more drowsy than taking Ma Zhe's class back then.

However, Feng Yun is still quite at ease with his blatant game on such a lofty forum, in his opinion, if he doesn't play a game, I'm afraid he will be able to fall asleep, isn't this a special disrespect to the organizer?

Soon, the morning time passed, and the morning time was the most boring, after all, the people in the room were listening to the boastful talk of several bigwigs on the stage.

However, the afternoon time is much better, from one o'clock until four o'clock is the time for free discussion, and the venue has also changed from the conference room to the executive lounge, which belongs to the kind of tea party situation of afternoon tea.

When Feng Yun came to the executive lounge, the people here seemed to have begun to get together in twos and threes, chatting about some topics they were concerned about.

According to Feng Yun's observation, he instantly understood what is called circle culture, more or less people here have their own circles, and people like Feng Yun, except for the mellow aroma of holding a cup of coffee and tasting coffee by themselves, it seems that they can't do anything, and they can't integrate into these circles.

After taking a turn around the entire executive lounge, Feng Yun found a strange person.

It was a man of about thirty years of age, sitting alone by the window, looking out at the sky as if nothing here could attract him.

Looking at this person's performance, Feng Yun had a guess, Bao Buqi is the same existence as him, and he is not a boss, so he can't fit into the atmosphere here.

Thinking of this possibility, Feng Yun walked towards the man with a coffee, after all, if the guess was correct, the two of them might be able to find some topic.

After all, in Nuoda's executive lounge, Feng Yun couldn't find anyone who could chat and pass the time, which was a kind of torture for someone like him who was a little talkative.

"Hey, can I sit here?" Feng Yun greeted the man with a smile, and said hello to the man, if the other party was a beautiful woman, he would definitely think that Feng Yun was accosting.

The man glanced up at him, and then said lightly, "Whatever!"

is particularly concise and to the point, but it is this turn of effort, Feng Yun also saw this person's face clearly, it was a handsome face that made Feng Yun a little jealous.

But I don't know why, Feng Yun can still see a trace of hidden, looming melancholy and boredom under the other party's handsome face.

Sitting on the sofa, Feng Yun looked at him seriously, but the handsome man in front of him didn't seem to be interested in him even a little bit.

This gave Feng Yun the feeling that he was a beautiful woman with a face like a disaster for the country and the people, but the man opposite had no interest in him, this kind of grievance really made Feng Yun a little unbearable.

"Sir, meeting is fate, why don't we talk about it?" Feng Yun tentatively began to find a topic.

After the man heard Feng Yun's words, he didn't even look at it, so he said in a cold tone: "No fate!"

Feng Yun: "......"

, end the chat without a word, this is the first time Feng Yun has been talked to death by someone with a word, and his self-esteem has been strongly insulted!

This grievance can't be bearable, Feng Yun is like an enraged lion, and instantly mentioned twelve points of battle intent, since the other party doesn't talk, then he will say it himself.

All kinds of topics began to gush in Feng Yun's mouth, from the origin of species to the theory of relativity, from apes to robots, from Buddha jumping over the wall to spicy hot ......

In Feng Yun's opinion, there is always something special about your hobby!

Sure enough, just after Feng Yun chattered for half an hour, the man finally couldn't help it, looked at Feng Yun and said:

"Stop, let's have a fate, let's go!"

Feng Yun: "......"