The music is deafening and the lights flash in colorful colors, stimulating the restless hearts.
Countless young men and women twisted their bodies to the dynamic music on the dance floor to vent their excess energy during the day.
The music suddenly stopped and the lights were completely black, leaving only a few beams of light shining on the high platform.
A short-haired man with yellow hair, wearing a cane and a cast on his left leg, and two pieces of hemostatic tape on his chin.
He held the microphone in his right hand, held the bottle high in his left hand and drank it down in one gulp, yelling: "The lights of the whole audience are focused on the door, welcome me Feng~~~Brother!!"
As soon as Lu Beifeng entered the door, he saw countless wine glasses or bottles raised high above his head, and everyone was shouting.
"Welcome Brother Feng!"
The sound waves shook the sky.
He and Zhou Chongming looked at each other, and they could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Huang Mao is still the familiar little Huang Mao.
Lu Beifeng took the cocktail from the waiter's plate, drank it all in one gulp, held up the empty glass, and shouted: "Let's play music, let's dance."
"Wu~"
There was a burst of cheers and the music started again.
Lu Beifeng and Zhou Chongming followed the bar manager to the private room on the second floor. On the spacious platform with one-way see-through glass, they could see everyone dancing downstairs.
With excellent sound insulation facilities, once the door is closed, there are two worlds inside and outside.
The private room, which is just over 200 square meters, cost nearly US$2 million.
Not long after, Qin Hu entered the box with crutches, opened his arms, and said with excitement: "Master, give me a hug."
"I am not your master."
Lu Beifeng refused and said with a smile: "I don't have a disciple as fierce as you. Where did you go to do this?"
Qin Hu is a man who aspires to become the king of extreme sports and the god of financial speculation.
Lu Beifeng was simply lucky enough to be entangled with him.
Speculation requires keen market insight, judgment of the direction of the wind, and a mysterious premonition.
There's really nothing to teach you.
Pure talent has nothing to do with IQ.
This tiger bitch doesn't believe it even after telling him many times.
Qin Hu threw away his crutch, lay down on the sofa, picked up the wine bottle and bit open the cap with his teeth.
Gulu gulu, I blew a bottle.
"Comfortable~burp."
He took a long breath and said: "I went to Mexico to jump into the swallow hole. My parachute didn't operate well and it got hung up at the entrance of the hole."
"Has it been uploaded?"
"Video uploaded."
"Then I have to take a good look."
Zhou Chongming turned on his mobile phone, found Qin Hu's Bilibili account with more than five million fans, checked the latest video, and landed accurately according to the command's instructions.
In the picture, Qin Hu's parachute was hanging at the entrance of the cave. His left leg was hit hard by the force of inertia on the rock, and his chest and chin were rubbed to pieces by the rock.
The whole person was completely unconscious. If the quality of the parachute hadn't been too strong, he would have died long ago.
Zhou Chongming's hair stood on end, he took a breath and gave a thumbs up: "Niubi, are you scared this time?"
"What a joke, am I afraid? After I recover from my injuries, I will go to the Alps to challenge wingsuit flying."
Zhou Chongming took a sip of wine and moistened his throat: "Why are you doing this? What are you trying to do?"
Qin Hu threw out the empty wine bottle, and the glass bottle shattered with a sound. He took out another bottle from the ice bucket, bit it open, took a sip, shook his head and said: "Life in this world is nothing more than wine, sex, wealth, and children are not fish. How can you know how to behave like a fish?"
happy?"
"Free and easy enough."
Lu Beifeng applauded and praised, picked up the wine bottle and said, "Don't worry, I will tell my son or grandson that if one day someone completes the Ozaki Eight, I will let them burn it for you to see."
Even if you are a friend, you will be worried, but even if you try to persuade me, you can’t do anything, so just let nature take its course.
"Brother Feng is good to me, come and touch me."
Qin Hu smiled and didn't mind. It was rare to have a close friend in life, and Lu Beifeng was the one who really understood him.
Although they behave differently, he can feel that they are essentially the same type of people and they all love adventure.
Zhou Chongming shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I really commend my old Uncle Qin for his foresight. Your big name is considered useless."
Qin Hu was unhappy: "What does it mean to be useless? I really don't want to listen to such a boring talk like you."
"I……"
"Chongming, please say less."
Zhou Chongming cares so much about Qin Hu, his brother, that he tends to quarrel every time they meet. The relationship between them is actually quite similar to that between Lu Beifeng and Chen Shaojie.
At this time, Lu Beifeng looked out the window and saw a person going up the stairs and walking towards the box.
He smiled and said: "Chongming, your former son-in-law is here."
"Ahem~"
Zhou Chongming almost choked to death while drinking.
"Principal Wang? Why is he his ex-son-in-law?"
Qin Hu followed his gaze, turned around and asked with a gossipy face: "What's going on? Tell me."
Lu Beifeng wanted to lighten the atmosphere and waved Qin Hu over to tell him the whole story: "...doesn't this make him his ex-son-in-law?"
Qin Hu's ribs hurt (physically) after hearing this, while Zhou Chongming stared at Lu Beifeng with a look of resentment.
Principal Wang saw this scene as soon as he entered the door.
He asked: "What happened to these two guys?"
Qin Hu suppressed a smile: "I think of happy things."
Zhou Chongming said the same thing, not because he was afraid, but mainly because it was a little embarrassing and a little exciting.
"It's really baffling."
Principal Wang was confused. Lu Beifeng brought him a bottle of beer and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a while. I'm finished with my work."
"That's right."
Principal Wang was not very interested. He took a sip and couldn't help but ask: "Have you guessed it a long time ago?"
Three days ago, with a letter of apology, the live broadcast platform war ended.
The once glorious Panda TV also became a victim of this battle and completely disappeared from the Internet.
If a company he founded with his own hands collapses, it is impossible for Principal Wang, as the boss, not to feel disappointed.
"Roughly the same."
Lu Beifeng nodded, picked up two wine bottles and placed them on the table, and said seriously: "It is difficult for the domestic Internet to bypass these two mountains."
"Ali is okay, his focus is not here."
"But Tenda is different. It is determined to win the big entertainment ecosystem."
"The introduction of 360 was a risky move. There was indeed a probability of winning, but you lost."
Principal Wang was excited and asked unwillingly: "If you had entered the scene at that time, would the result have been different?"
Lu Beifeng thought about it seriously and said, "Yes, but you will still lose. I should be able to make a small profit."
Principal Wang knew Lu Beifeng's thoughts and smiled bitterly: "Wait until Tengda enters the market, cash out at a high price and leave?"
He once had the opportunity to cash out at a high price like Hu Weiwei who shared bicycles, but he was stubborn and chose to be tough.
Facts have proved that he is indeed stubborn.
"Panda is a career to you, and an investment to me."
Lu Beifeng made no secret of his true thoughts.
To be honest, he doesn't like the live broadcast platform. There are too many ghosts and monsters, the plate is too small, and the online number is too low.
If you have any spare time, why not open a 100-fold leverage and go to the London gold market?
"I understand, drink."
Principal Wang doesn't want to talk about this topic anymore.
It's just a small entrepreneurial failure. At most, it's a bit disappointing, not to say that it's broken.
So what if you fail a few more times?
As long as there is one success, the money and reputation lost before will be returned.
After all, the family has a strong financial background and can withstand hardships.
If you are from an ordinary family, failure to start a business will be a despair, and you may not be able to turn around in your lifetime.