My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yu Jiantao is very confident about the company's prospects.

After all, there is a towering tree like the Lin family.

"As for dividends, I will discuss with Lin Xue when the time comes and use some of the shares to distribute dividends to scientific researchers. You can work out the ratio for this."

Yang Feng knows that dividends are a must for the company's development.

Yu Jiantao nodded and said with a smile: "You really don't care about money."

In fact, Yu Jiantao was really surprised that Yang Feng could have such a pattern.

You know, many entrepreneurs are not willing to distribute stock dividends to employees.

Not to mention giving it away in such large quantities.

Yang Feng previously acquired 100% of this company that was about to go bankrupt, but he also used technology dividends to give him, Qin Yifan and others a lot of shares.

"Speaking of which, you seem to be doing pretty well in your hometown. I heard that the investment there now exceeds several billion."

Yu Jiantao was a little surprised when he talked about this.

He didn't know how his old classmate persuaded those people to invest near Donghe Town.

Whether it's the big families in the capital or the big companies in Jiangcheng.

The investments from these people are almost constantly going there.

Yang Feng smiled and said: "They have to invest themselves, but I think it's good. Everyone will receive the profits they deserve."

"You want to build Donghe Town into a big city?"

“With so many places nearby, it’s a great development opportunity.”

Yang Feng mentioned it and said: "You know, there is no big city in the hundreds of kilometers around there. If you want to work, you have to go to Jiangcheng to look for opportunities. I want everyone to stay in their hometown and work. This doesn't work. Okay."

"You're right. This is looking more and more like something you would do."

"Haha, it's almost time, I should go."

Yang Feng took the last sip of wine, looked at Qin Yifan and others who were still busy, and said, "Say hello to them for me."

"Ah."

Yu Jiantao said, looking at Yang Feng's leaving figure, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Yang Feng walked out of the hotel.

Just as he was about to take a taxi and leave, a familiar figure across the road stopped him.

"Sir, do you want to leave?"

The driver stopped the car and asked strangely.

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered something else."

Yang Feng looked apologetic.

The driver immediately looked down upon him and said, "You're crazy. You're calling a taxi here even if you don't want a taxi."

With that said, the car drove away into the distance.

Yang Feng walked towards the park across the road.

Seinfeld is here looking at a little bug on a leaf.

It wasn't until Yang Feng walked next to him that Song Fei turned his head and said, "Mr. Yang."

"Come here late at night, are you okay?"

Yang Feng asked.

Sein Fei nodded with a smile and said, "I heard that Mr. Yang seemed to have arrested a few people yesterday."

"Those killers are you talking about?"

Yang Feng understood immediately and said: "With those guys, are they worth coming here to see me in person?"

"Of course I'm not here for them, but does Mr. Yang know who is behind them?"

Seinfeld asked.

Yang Feng squinted his eyes and said, "The Sima family is a reclusive family."

"How would Mr. Yang know?!"

Seinfeld was a little surprised.

The Sima family is very well hidden.

Ordinary people probably don't know the existence of this family at all.

But seeing how Yang Feng said it so easily, he must have known this family for a long time.

"It seems that Mr. Yang is indeed more complicated than I thought."

Seinfeld sighed.

Yang Feng was helpless and said: "I just know some things about this family, such as Sima Shan."

"Does Mr. Yang even know Sima Shan?"

Seinfeld was even more surprised.

He frowned and said, "Could it be that Mr. Yang is already involved?"

"I just know this person's name, but from what you mean, it seems that there is something not simple behind this name."

Yang Feng felt strange from Song Fei's tone.

Song Fei nodded and said, "Yes, Sima Shan was a figure who existed during the Ming Dynasty. It is rumored that he and another person were once known as the two heroes. Mr. Yang should know who it is, right?"

"Qingtian?"

"Yes, it's him."

When Song Fei saw that Yang Feng knew, he nodded and said: "It seems that Mr. Yang must know about the past between Sima Shan and Qingtian."

"Actually, I don't know much about this."

Yang Feng spread his hands.

Song Fei felt that Yang Feng was a bit blind to him, but he still said patiently: "This historical document about Sima Mountain and Qingtian only exists in the library of our 'hidden' organization. Mr. Yang doesn't understand it, which is normal. "

"To hear you say it, you should have seen it."

"Just a little bit of knowledge."

Song Fei nodded and said: "But this doesn't seem to be the place to talk. We have a new fake recently. I hope Mr. Yang can help."

"Of course, we just charge money to do things."

Yang Feng laughed.

He has only made two or three fakes for Seinfeld, which is still far from enough.

Familiar antique city.

Tianxuan Pavilion.

Yang Feng walked up to the third floor as usual, and after helping them find the flaws in the counterfeit, he followed Song Fei to the back hall.

It's almost ten o'clock in the evening again.

Seinfeld is very well prepared every time he comes.

Yang Feng sat on the mahogany bench in the back hall and said, "Every time I come here, I seem to have to spend money on you."

"Mr. Yang can come, so it's not worth the expense."

Seinfeld smiled.

Yang Feng didn't say much and simply asked: "You seemed to be very familiar with the Sima family just now. Can you tell me something about him?"

"Of course, what do you want to know, Mr. Yang?"

"The matter between Sima Shan and Qingtian."

"It seems that Mr. Yang should already know some information."

When Song Fei heard Yang Feng's question, he knew it was not simple.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "I want to hear how Qingtian died."

His words were pointed.

Song Fei understood what he meant and said, "Then Mr. Yang should know the strength of these two people, right?"

"Of course I have heard of it, and I also heard that Sima Shan's strength may allow him to live longer than imagined."

Yang Feng said.

Song Fei nodded and said: "Yes, the strength of these two people can be said to be the last pearls of the previous era. It is a pity that Senior Qingtian died after that battle."

"Which battle?"

"The Battle of Sea and Mountain."

"I want to hear it."

Yang Feng immediately became interested.

Song Fei looked at Yang Feng and asked, "Before I say anything, I also want to know something."

"what?"

"Why is Mr. Yang so concerned about Sima Shan's affairs?"

Seinfeld's tone was a bit deep.

He must have heard something.