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

"Lao Guo, do you want Qing Ming to know about this arrangement?"

Tang Yu asked.

They are obviously familiar with Yang Feng's new code name and have begun to use it.

Guo Haihong nodded and said: "He will personally investigate any appointment or removal at the middle level or above, and he can see it more clearly than we do. As for everyone present, I know that they have all had contact with some intelligence personnel."

"us……"

"For example, Xiong Tianping, you seem to have been active in Jiangcheng area before. You should know some celebrities or key figures, right?"

Some of the people Guo Haihong mentioned were naturally people who could provide them with information.

Xiong Tianping nodded and said: "I have good relationships with several celebrities. They have provided me with a lot of useful information before."

"Well, what we need now is to restore the relationship with these intelligence providers, but we need to evaluate the assessment risks and control the risks at the same time."

Guo Haihong said and continued: "I will make some specific things into a manual when the time comes, and it will be promoted internally, but the specific content needs to be discussed by everyone."

While they were busy, Yang Feng was living his usual life.

However, according to the invitation in the letter, the time for him to go to Zhuge's house was after the Chinese New Year.

In other words, there is still at least one or two months.

During this time, Yang Feng felt that he should keep a low profile.

After lying comfortably at home for a day, I looked at the dusk outside and walked leisurely to the lawn in front of my house. I looked at the flaming clouds in the sky in the distance and the grass that turned red due to the reflection.

This scenery is a bit warm.

"Actually, this is pretty good."

Yang Feng suddenly felt that his current state was quite suitable for lying down.

Regardless of whether it is money or strength, it seems that everything in life should be spent so peacefully.

Some things that we once dreamed of are now within our reach.

"No, no, how can you have such an idea? Sure enough, money will make people corrupt."

Yang Feng immediately rejected his idea.

Seeing him struggling here to care for himself.

Zhao Zhuwei came back from outside and squatted beside him, looking at him curiously.

Yang Feng seemed to be distracted, and when he turned around, he was suddenly startled.

"I'll go, when did you come?"

Yang Feng was suddenly speechless.

Zhao Zhuwei chuckled and said, "I've been watching for a while, listening to you sighing about life here, so I didn't interrupt you."

"Okay, okay, the sun is going down soon. What did you do today?"

"New Year's Day has just passed, and there's Valentine's Day during this period, so I went to make arrangements for work. The flower shop is doing great business."

Zhao Zhuwei was a little proud when she mentioned it.

Yang Feng was stunned when he heard this, and said: "Valentine's Day? Isn't that what happens after the New Year?"

"Nonsense, Valentine's Day happens every month."

"..."

Yang Feng's expression became slightly silent.

"Sure enough, you unscrupulous merchants can create any festival just to make people buy things."

There was a lot of contempt in Yang Feng's words.

Zhao Zhuwei said nonchalantly: "What do you know? This is called marketing strategy."

"It's getting dark. Lin Xue is probably working overtime again today. Why don't we go out and find a place to wander around."

Yang Feng suggested.

In fact, he calculated the time and felt that Sima Xuaming should be arriving soon.

If you go out and walk around by yourself, it will be easier for him to find you.

Although I don’t know Sima Xuaming’s purpose or his identity.

But Yang Feng still felt that this person must have the secret he wanted.

Zhao Zhuwei didn't know that Yang Feng had thought so much. She only knew that hanging around with Yang Feng would definitely be fun.

it's dark.

The street market at around six o'clock in the evening.

It's very lively here.

Zhao Zhuwei jumped up and down happily all the way until she reached a street with stalls.

This street is very long, full of the fragrance of small stalls.

Yang Feng rarely comes here.

On the contrary, Zhao Zhuwei likes to come to places like this more, and walks around as if she is traveling.

"Hey! Yang Feng, look, there's something delicious here! It's Maocai!"

"There seems to be Liangcheng skewers over there!"

"Kebab!"

Zhao Zhuwei occasionally spoke too loudly, causing people next to her to look over.

Those who didn’t know better thought this guy was here for the first time.

Yang Feng was a little helpless, and the two of them wandered around here.

When we arrived at the end of this street, we saw a flower shop here, and it happened to be owned by Zhao Zhuwei!

"All your stores have opened in places like this."

Yang Feng was a little surprised.

Zhao Zhuwei chuckled and said, "The location here is very good, and it is said that the sales volume is quite high."

"Looking at the number of people inside, business will definitely not be bad."

Yang Feng nodded.

Zhao Zhuwei was eating something when she suddenly thought of something. She patted Yang Feng on the shoulder and said, "Hey, today is also Valentine's Day after all."

"I know, your store is doing very well."

"That was not what I meant!"

Zhao Zhuwei's tone increased a bit.

Yang Feng turned his head to look at her strangely, and then suddenly reacted and said: "You don't want me to give you flowers, do you?"

"You said so. Although I don't accept them very much, but seeing how sincere you are, I will reluctantly accept the flowers you gave me."

"When did I say I wanted to give you flowers? I..."

"Let's go, let's go, I won't be able to buy it if I don't line up again."

"I……"

Yang Feng was helpless and was pulled into the flower shop by Zhao Zhuwei.

Inside the flower shop.

Many young people buy flowers here, including a pair of elderly people in their seventies.

The two were holding hands at this time.

The old lady's face was filled with happiness, while the old man next to her looked more elegant, wearing glasses and a sweater, and was picking flowers.

Zhao Zhuwei looked at the two of them with an expression of envy.

"You said that they are still so close at this age, is this love..."

Zhao Zhuwei was just halfway through her words when she realized that Yang Feng had gone to nowhere.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Zhuwei came behind Yang Feng strangely.

Yang Feng looked at one of the flowers and said, "This flower was grown in the greenhouse in our hometown, right?"

"Ah."

"It seems to be quite successful. We can use more varieties."

Yang Feng was thoughtful.

Zhao Zhuwei was speechless and said, "You came in to discuss business."

"if not."

"You just said you were going to give me flowers!"

Zhao Zhuwei was anxious.

Yang Feng was quite speechless and said: "You are a flower seller yourself, and this is in your shop, can't you just take it?"

"Then what I got myself, can it be the same as what you gave me?"

"That's definitely different."

"You have a conscience."

"If I buy it, I have to pay tax. If you take it directly, there is no middleman to make the difference."

Yang Feng spoke plausibly, but found that Zhao Zhuwei's expression was getting worse and worse.

"How are you?"

Yang Feng asked strangely.

Zhao Zhuwei snorted, looked at the pair of seventy-year-old old men next to her, and said, "Look at me."