Chapter 358 Super Hidden on the Internet "Dear audience friends. Good morning, everyone. Today is December 22, Wednesday. The Buddhist holy relic, the bone relic of Sakyamuni Buddha, has been on display at the Huaxia Museum for three days. Come and pay your respects.
There is an endless stream of worshipers. According to relevant personnel of the Huaxia Museum, the Buddha's bone relics will be on public display in the museum for four days to facilitate the majority of believers to come to perform pilgrimages and observe. After that, the Huaxia Museum will pack the Buddha's bones and relics and seal them.
.After the New Year, on January 6 next year, the 2c Buddha bone relics will be sent to the Museum of London, England for exhibition along with 99 other precious cultural relics. At the same time, China and England will jointly hold the 'Chinese-British Cultural Year'
The event will also officially kick off.”
Listening to the news broadcast on the car radio, Ye Feng was filled with emotions for a while. "Time flies so fast. When I first came to China, it was still hot summer, and now it's winter."
Looking at the gentle Zhou Xiaoman beside her, Ye Fengqing couldn't help but take Zhou Xiaoman's little hand, put it to her mouth and kissed her gently. "Sister, you are still the same as when we first met, beautiful, elegant, charming and sexy, there is no change at all.
.”
Enjoying Ye Feng's loving kiss, peach blossoms blossomed on Zhou Xiaoman's delicate face. She gently stroked Ye Feng's face with her fingertips and said softly, "Brother, you stayed on the plane all night last night.
Now I have to go to work again. Are you tired? Why don’t you just stay at home for an extra day?"
"I originally planned to go out for three to five days, but I didn't expect that I would be gone for half a month." Ye Feng said jokingly with a bright smile on his face. "I'd better go to work in the company, otherwise this month's salary will be lost."
It’s been detained.”
"Who dares to deduct your salary?" Zhou Xiaoman smiled sweetly and gently pinched Ye Feng's cheek. "During the time you left, Chairman Su went to the Corporate Propaganda Department every day to ask about your situation. Every time he heard
Chairman Su always laughs at the lies concocted by your ghostly female assistant. Young people are just playful, so just let them play for a few more days."
"With Chairman Su supporting you, the people in the finance department will not deduct your salary." Zhou Xiaoman curled his lips and said.
Perhaps, it was because he saved Su Meilin. Ye Feng didn't know why Su Qingfeng valued him so much. After thinking about it, he only came up with such a reasonable reason.
While he was talking, the Volvo car had already driven into the parking lot of the Huanyu Group.
With the appearance of Ye Feng, Huanyu Group suddenly became lively. The heads of various departments used various excuses to appear in the office of the deputy manager of the Corporate Propaganda Department one after another.
The first one to arrive was naturally Chen Xinyi, who was so good with Zhou Xiaoman that she even wore the same pants.
As soon as she entered the office, Chen Xinyi threw herself into Ye Feng's arms. The worries and worries that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time turned into a passionate kiss in an instant.
"Brother Ye." As Tiegang's melodious and soft voice came from outside the door, Chen Xinyi slipped out shyly with a blush on her face.
As the manager of the Corporate Publicity Department, when he came to his deputy's office, Tiegang felt as if he had walked into his own office. He spoke to Ye Feng in detail about everything that had happened in the company in the past half month.
what happened.
From Tiegang's mouth, Ye Feng learned that Zhang Zhen had become much more honest recently, and Su Meilin, like her father Su Qingfeng, came to the corporate propaganda department every day to inquire about Ye Feng's news.
This department manager, that department deputy manager, there was an endless stream of guests coming to visit, and Ye Feng was also very busy. He stayed busy until noon, Tiegang waved his hand and invited everyone in the name of the Corporate Propaganda Department
The manager and all the colleagues from the corporate propaganda department went to the hotel to get together, and this was the end of this lively visit.
After lunch, Ye Feng took some time off, made a cup of green tea, turned on the computer, and read the news leisurely.
Didi, didi. msn kept ringing. When I opened it, all of them were messages from Milan.
The avatar was dim and Milan was offline. Ye Feng checked the messages one by one and immediately replied. "I went to travel around the world and just returned to Tianjing this morning."
"Traveling around the world, such a leisurely life." Milan's MSN profile picture suddenly lit up.
"So you are online, my beautiful writer."
"Yeah, super hidden in the net."
"Super hidden on the Internet." Ye Feng was stunned when he heard it, and then laughed happily. "This is another Internet famous saying made up by the great god."
"My bestie." Milan posted a big smiley face on MSN and then said, "What do you think of this sentence? Doesn't it look like a hermit?"
The Internet is a place where all kinds of voices are flying and domineering, and it is also a loud forum for hermits. The more noisy, the more peaceful the hermits are, thinking in tranquility and erupting in tranquility. Hermits on the Internet are like a song that cleanses the soul in the noise.
The melodious sound of the flute floated slowly, just like a wisp of breeze blowing in the face in the sweltering heat.
Living in seclusion in the Internet may seem like a joke, but it is indeed what a hermit does.
"Yes, it seems that your best friend is indeed an expert." Ye Feng said with a smile.
"Of course, it doesn't matter who's best friend it is." Milan was very happy, and then asked. "By the way, Mr. Killer, where have you been traveling? Did you have fun?"
From Africa to Europe, from Europe to West Africa, and then from West Africa to the isolated Cutthroat Island. In the past half month, I have visited many places, but these beautiful places are full of murderous intent.
, Ye Feng had no intention of enjoying the scenery, he was just running, escaping, and fighting back.
Seeing Ye Feng's silence, Milan hurriedly sent another message. "Mr. Killer, why don't you speak? Are you busy sorting out the photos taken during the trip? Send me a few pictures.
See if the place you go is fun, and also see if you are handsome."
"Hurry up, handsome guy."
"Hurry up, hurry up."
"Hehe, aren't you very ugly? Hehe, it doesn't matter. I am tired of describing beautiful men in my novels every day. Today I look at this ugly man of yours, just for a change."
Milan urged Ye Feng one after another, but Ye Feng didn't know how to answer.
What makes Ye Feng even more depressed is that he went to Namibia to rescue Rebecca in the name of tourism. He worked hard for half a month, but did not completely rescue Rebecca. Although Rebecca is now safe and free.
, but this is only limited to a small area in Buckingham Palace, England.
Ye Feng remained silent, which surprised Milan. "Mr. Killer, what's wrong with you? Did you encounter something unhappy?"
"Yes." Ye Feng couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"What happened? Was he taken away by a travel company to buy fake souvenirs, was he ripped off by a local vendor, or was his wallet stolen by a thief..."
"No, you are a killer. With your skills, how could you be ripped off by those unscrupulous traders?"
"What happened? Tell me quickly, my Mr. Killer."
Ye Feng and Milan met on the Internet, and he calmly regarded Milan as his good friend. However, for the sake of Rebecca's personal safety, Ye Feng was a little hesitant and didn't know whether he should tell Milan.
Ye Feng thought twice before replying. "I encountered a very difficult matter."
"The tricky thing is whether you have met another killer. His kung fu is better than yours, so you can't deal with him. Hey, I remember you told me before that your sixth sense is very keen. Even if you can't beat him,
That killer should have no problem escaping." As a writer, Milan's thinking is extremely sensitive, and in just a few minutes, he helped Ye Feng design several escape plans.
Ye Feng was a little dumbfounded, sighed, and then said, "Oh, it's not what you think, but it's more complicated than you think."
"What's so complicated? You can't even explain it?" Milan asked back, and then put on a considerate tone. "Share happiness, and happiness will become twice as much. Share worries, and worries will disappear."
It will become half.”
The authorities are confused, but bystanders know better. Maybe he should tell this matter to see if his friends can do something about it. Although Ye Feng did not have too many expectations, but out of the original intention of solving Rebecca's problem as soon as possible, he hesitated.
Let’s talk about the matter briefly.
After listening to Ye Feng's story, Milan also fell into deep thought. It took a long time before he sent a reply. "All the evidence has sunk into the vast sea. Now the only 'witness' is still firmly held by the enemy.
It’s in hand. At present, it seems that this matter is indeed very difficult to handle.”
Although he didn't have high expectations in advance, Ye Feng's heart felt cold when he saw Milan's words. Just as he was about to sigh, Milan sent another message via msn.
"I don't know how to solve this matter, but maybe my friends will have some ideas."
Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and his heart suddenly felt much warmer. He hurriedly reached out to the keyboard and typed out a sentence. "Who is your friend?"
"That's my bestie." Milan gave a big smile and then said, "A super stickman."
"Shengun, what is a magic stick? Is your best friend a martial arts master?" Ye Feng was very puzzled by Milan's answer.
"The hundreds of schools of thought can see everything; they know everything about ancient and modern people; they can resolve doubts and doubts, they know everything; they know everything, and they are the magic sticks. And the magic stick among the magic sticks is the super magic stick.
"Milan said eloquently.
Pfft, Ye Feng, who was drinking tea, burst out laughing.
Fortunately, Ye Feng reacted in time and sprayed a mouthful of Biluochun onto the ground, without causing any damage to the laptop on his desk.
"Dear beautiful writer, are you kidding me?" Ye Feng put down his tea cup and typed with a smile. "Aren't these magic sticks you mentioned just the half-fairies who tell fortunes on the overpass? They are all better than each other.
One can fool."
"No, no. If a fortune teller can be called a half-fairy, then my best friend can be called a great fairy." Milan said seriously.
"Okay, then how can I meet this super magician?" Ye Feng said dubiously.
"At 3:30 in the afternoon, No. 111 Guangming Road, Love Zone Cafe."