Wang just woke up from his deep sleep and found himself lying on a strange bed, and the surrounding environment was not the bedroom of his villa.
"Are you wearing it again?" Wang Gang said to himself in a dazed manner.
"Well, I want to take a nap." A lazy woman's voice next to her made Wang Gang slightly stunned.
"Here we go again." Wang Gang had a headache.
When he traveled through the world of Ode to Joy, Qiu Yingying was lying half-wrapped next to Wang Gang.
Even now, there is still a woman next to her, with long hair covering half of her face, but judging from her figure, she is indeed better than Qiu Yingying.
"Can't she be my girlfriend in this body?"
As soon as Wang Gang thought, a huge memory emerged. This time Wang Gang accepted that there was something wrong with the memory.
"Ah!" Wang Gang held his head in his hands and shouted, rolling off the bed.
The woman who was lying in bed was frightened by the scream and sat up from the bed suddenly.
"Master Feng, what's wrong with you?"
The woman came to the edge of the bed and saw Wang Gang on the ground, holding his head and screaming, rolling all over the floor. She was frightened.
Wang Gang's head felt as if he had been stabbed by thousands of steel needles, and the huge flow of memories made him miserable.
The woman was so frightened that she jumped up from the bed, took her own clothes and ran away, leaving Wang Gang alone on the ground to fend for himself, without even knowing how to fight 120.
It took Wang just a while to regain his composure, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat.
He slowly got up from the ground, his head still hurting slightly, but it did not affect his control of his body.
According to the memory of the host, Wang Gang came to the bathroom, lay down directly in the bathtub, turned on the cold water switch, and icy cold water flowed out of the faucet and poured on his face, which relieved the discomfort in his brain a lot.
Wang Gang had experienced the sudden pain once before. He guessed that it was because he had been reincarnated for several lifetimes and his memory was too large for the host's brain to bear after reincarnation, which caused the discomfort reaction.
His solution last time was to add all freedom points to the mental attributes, which alleviated the pain.
However, since the emergence of the human world, Goldfinger has stopped issuing missions, and he cannot gain any freedom points. His attributes have been through three worlds, and they have basically not changed much.
Wang Gang's mind slowly fell into the Goldfinger space. Except for a large pile of gold jewelry, there was nothing in the space. Wang Gang couldn't even see his attribute panel.
"It seems that if I want to find a way to enhance my spiritual attributes, I can't rely on the Golden Finger Space."
Wang Gang immersed himself in the cold water, his spirit slowly relaxed, and he began to accept all the memories of his predecessor.
My former name is Feng Xiaofeng. I am 32 years old this year. I am the owner of a fitness club in Beijing. I have a 160-square-meter house next to the Third Ring Road and an Audi A6 car.
Feng Xiaofeng's life trajectory is nothing special. He was born in an intellectual family. His father went into business in his early years and was considered one of the first people in the country to become rich.
Unfortunately, when Feng Xiaofeng was 14 years old, his parents were on a business trip by car and encountered an accident. They and the car rolled down a hillside, killing both of them.
The minor Feng Xiaofeng was brought up by his aunt, and his parents' inheritance was temporarily kept by his aunt's family.
When Feng Xiaofeng became an adult, he was admitted to Capital University of Finance and Economics, and his aunt returned all his inheritance and property to him.
Feng Xiaofeng may have inherited his father's business talent. After graduating from college, he used his inheritance to open a fitness club in the capital.
Because the fitness club is located in a bustling downtown area and has a strategic location, the venue was bought by Feng Xiaofeng early in the morning, allowing him to make a lot of money.
In recent years, housing prices in the capital have risen higher and higher, and his wealth has also become richer and richer.
After receiving Feng Xiaofeng's memory, Wang Gang also knew who the woman just now was.
She was not Feng Xiaofeng's girlfriend, but a bartender. They had some drinks in the evening and then met to play poker at the hotel.
Feng Xiaofeng is not married at the age of 32, not because his parents died early and no one forced him to marry, but because he is naturally lustful and does not want to give up a forest for a tree.
He has no shortage of money and is a frequent visitor to romantic places.
Almost calm, Wang Gang sat up from the bathtub and came to the mirror to look at his current body.
Maybe it's because he runs a gym. Feng Xiaofeng usually pays attention to exercise. He has a great figure and is full of tendons, but his face is a little pale. I don't know whether it is because of indulgence or just taking a cold bath.
Wang Gang dried himself and walked out of the bathroom, put on his clothes and opened his handbag.
There was a wad of money in the bag, at least ten or twenty thousand in cash. It was originally prepared by Feng Xiaofeng, but the bartender was scared away by him, so the money was saved.
Feng Xiaofeng rented a suite in a four-star hotel for a long time and would often bring women over to play poker.
Holding the room card, Wang Gang took the elevator downstairs and came to the front desk to check out. He was not Feng Xiaofeng, so he didn't need to check out the room.
"Excuse me, please check out." Wang Gang handed the room card to the hotel front desk.
"Mr. Feng, is there anything you don't like about the room?"
A gentle and clear female voice made Wang Gang raise his head.
"Gao Yuanyuan!?" Wang Gang said in surprise.
The hotel receptionist was stunned, pointed to his name badge and said: "Mr. Feng, my name is Yang Tao, and I am the lobby manager of the hotel."
Looking at the woman who looked exactly like Gao Yuanyuan in front of him, the surprise in Wang Gang's eyes faded away.
"The hotel, the front desk, the woman who looks like Gao Yuanyuan, is this where we are getting married, right?" Wang Gang thought to himself.
"Ms. Yang looks a lot like someone I know," Wang Gang said.
Yang Tao disapproved in her heart. This old-fashioned way of striking up a conversation has long been outdated.
It's now 2012.
"Mr. Feng, are you dissatisfied with our hotel service?" Yang Tao said with a professional smile.
"No, I'm very satisfied with your hotel, but I won't need the room in the future," Wang Gang said.
Although Yang Tao had doubts in his mind, he couldn't take care of the customer's affairs, so he could only use the room card to check out.
"Mr. Feng, you have rented for one and a half months. In addition to the deposit, you still need to pay 6,000 yuan for the room. Because you are a VIP customer of our hotel, you can enjoy a 15% discount. You only need to pay another 5,100 yuan. I will give it to you privately.
You have a one-hundred-yuan voucher, and you can just pay another five thousand. This is the bill, please take a look at it."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang Gang took the bill without looking at it, and took out 5,000 yuan in cash from his bag and handed it to Yang Tao.
Yang Tao quickly took the money, ran it through the money counting machine, and then said to Wang Gang: "The number is correct. You are welcome to come next time."
Wang Gang nodded, and then asked: "Excuse me, is there a better Chinese medicine store nearby?"
Yang Tao asked: "Mr. Feng, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, I just want to buy some tonic." Wang Gang explained.
Yang Tao said: "I know there is Tongrentang three streets east of the hotel. It takes about five minutes to drive there."
"Thank you." Wang Gang picked up his bag and was about to leave, but he took two steps and turned back.
Seeing Wang Gang coming back, Yang Tao asked in confusion: "Mr. Feng, what else do you need?"
"Do you have a business card? If I want to book a room next time, can I call you to make an appointment?" Wang Gang said.
"Of course, this is my business card." Yang Tao took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Wang Gang.
Wang Gang took the business card and saw that it not only had the hotel's phone number, but also Yang Tao's personal mobile phone number, and he was immediately satisfied.
"I need to call you." Wang Gang raised his business card and received it in his handbag.
Yang Tao looked at Wang Gang's leaving figure and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, she doesn't like Wang Gang, or Wang Gang's predecessor, Feng Xiaofeng.
Because she felt that Feng Xiaofeng was too carefree and always brought different women to the hotel. Not only Yang Tao, but also her colleagues would talk about Feng Xiaofeng in private, saying that he was a playboy and his private life was chaotic.
"Manager Yang, has guest 8606 checked out?" Yang Tao's colleague came over and asked.
"Well, back off, he just left." Yang Tao put away the money and said.
"What a pity." The colleague shook his head and sighed: "I haven't gotten his phone number yet."
Yang Tao raised his head in surprise and said, "You want to chase that playboy?"
The colleague nodded and said: "He is handsome, has a good figure, and has money. He is simply the Prince Charming of my dreams."
Yang Tao was surprised and said: "That Mr. Feng's private life is so messy. He brings different women to check in with him all day long. It's not like you don't know that."
"What does this have to do with it? It's not cheating within marriage. As long as he's not married, he can do whatever he wants."
Yang Tao couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, he really didn't understand what the little girl was thinking now.
"Aren't you afraid that he is sick?" Yang Tao said disgustedly.
"There is a hospital where you can get checked, so what are you afraid of?" said a colleague: "Besides, as long as you have money, it doesn't matter if the disease cannot be cured. It might be a good thing."
Yang Tao is speechless. You haven't even met this person yet, yet you're expecting them to die of illness and thinking about their inheritance.
Really unable to chat with colleagues, Yang Tao excused himself to do his own thing.
