Kung Fu Doctor

Chapter 387 Good Place

Comfortable, half lying and half leaning on the soft bedside back pillow, Lu Feng hung up the phone and felt that his brain was not working well. Wang Yumeng told him the news that the impact on him was really too great. Hundreds of millions of clicks. How many people in the world are watching the video of their cancer treatment?

At the beginning, in China, Sister Furong and Sister Feng were born, and Brother Sharp was in a cool state. When they became popular, how many clicks were there? Compared with myself, it's simply a little witch. It's not worth mentioning!

"Damn, if the school is built in the future and there is no money to continue to invest, buddy, I just have to be a star. Those bright-looking celebrities, such as those giant-star figures, which one can't earn hundreds of millions a year? I'm so popular that I earn hundreds of millions a year. There should be no problem!"

After a secret ** in his heart, Lu Feng stood up happily. When he grabbed his mobile phone and wanted to leave the room, he suddenly remembered the person who called him, as well as Teng Xiner and Mo Sangsang. Mo Sangsang called back last time, he had to call Teng Xiner back. However, Teng Xiner called herself. What are you talking about?

After dialing Teng Xiner's phone number, Lu Feng quietly waited for her to answer. He stood up and sat back in place again.

"Hey, Lu Feng." Teng Xiner's voice came from the phone.

Lu Feng smiled and said, "Xin'er, did you call me last night? What's the matter?"

"What? Can't I call you if I have nothing to do? Is it because it's popular now that he ignores his comrades-in-arms?" Teng Xiner's tone is full of joking.

A comrade-in-arms?

Lu Feng's face almost broke out in a cold sweat. What kind of comrades-in-arms are the two of them? It's just that we went to Jinshanjiao to perform a mission together! If you and those Chinese doctors also go to Vietnam to participate in international assistance, are you also a comrade-in-arms?

"Yes, I know you are tiful. I can never take advantage of quarreling with you. If you have something to say, just say it directly!" Lu Feng simply surrendered and conceded defeat.

"Actually, I'm not a big deal. I just heard that you are popular. I'll call you to celebrate! Of course, by the way, there is a smaller thing. Your girlfriend is not the big boss of the Dream Dynasty! So I decided to cooperate with her in business and invest 200 million yuan. As an agent of the Fantasy Immortal series of cosmetics, I cooperated with Wang Yumeng to make all the money. Our Teng family's share of money is not good, and finally put all the profits into the school fund you created. How's it going? Is this plan good? Don't be grateful to me!" There was a trace of cunning in Teng Xiner's tone, but what Lu Feng felt most was the sour taste.

However, is this a smaller thing that is not a big deal?

Lu Feng feels that his head can't keep up with Teng Xiner's thinking. This woman who harms the country and the people is really not a fuel-efficient lamp! Moreover, Lu Feng did not agree with this matter very much. He did not want to have any entanglement with Teng Xiner. Whether emotionally or financially, he did not want to have an intersection with Teng Xiner. In particular, this matter also involved Wang Yumeng.

"Xin'er, do you want to think about it again? After all, this is not a joke, and the school I founded is not a financial problem. I have a way to get a lot of money, and I won't be short of money, you..."

Lu Feng's words were interrupted by Teng Xiner's words before he finished:

"Lu Feng, why do you say that? It's not a matter of money or not. Will I donate money to the school when I have nothing to do and bored? I just want to do my best. I know you can get a lot of money. Among other things, even if you go to be obvious now, you can casually endorse some advertisements and make a lot of money. But I just want to help more students and more poor children. If this money is invested in the Red Cross, I won't be assured. After all, our Teng family spends hundreds of millions of dollars on charity every year. Teng Xiner was a little excited, but she still didn't say one thing, that is, 'I don't want you to be too tired. Although I know you can make money, I hope you can relax more. As long as you are good, I'm willing to do it.'

Lu Feng chose to be silent. He knew that he could not persuade Teng Xiner, and there was no reason to convince Teng Xiner. After all, she came to help herself in disguise in the name of righteousness.

For a few minutes, neither of them spoke or hung up the phone. They just held the mobile phone quietly like this, and their thoughts were flowing.

In the end, Lu Feng was the first to say, "Xin'er, since you have decided, you can do whatever you want!" This is a good thing. I'm not qualified to take care of you. I can't say anything for the school and the future children. Take care of yourself and find a satisfactory man. When I go back, I will treat you to dinner as an expression of my gratitude to you.

Teng Xin'er on the other end of the phone felt that her heart was suddenly blocked, and she suddenly said angrily, "Can I find a good man? Do you want to take care of it? You have to treat me for dinner, and you still owe me a meal. If you want to express your gratitude, please invite me separately.

After saying that, Teng Xiner hung up the phone without hesitation and threw her mobile phone aside.

Lu Feng listened to the blind voice from his mobile phone. In addition to a bitter smile, he shook his head helplessly. Then he walked to the balcony, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, and then dialed Mo Sangsang's phone.

"Hey, Lu Feng, you finally know how to call me back? Look at what time it is. Didn't you do anything bad last night? Moissan's voice of dissatisfaction came from the phone.

Lu Feng frowned. What's wrong with women today? One is more difficult to deal with than the other.

"I said Sang Sang, hurry up. If there is anything, say it quickly. Your brother, I still have important things to go out. I just got up from **. I drank too much last night. One person was drunk by dozens of people and almost collapsed!"

Mo Sangsan, who was at the other end of the phone, had a delicate and beautiful angel-like face. He frowned slightly and asked with dissatisfaction and concern, "Lu Feng, are you all right? Why do you drink so much wine when you have nothing to do? Don't you know that drinking is very harmful to your health? You are so old, why don't you know how to cherish yourself..."

Lu Feng directly kept the mobile phone in his hand away from his ears. He didn't expect that Mo Sangsang would be so talkative. Although Lu Feng knew that Mo Sangsang cared about him and warmed his heart, Lu Feng still couldn't stand it. It felt like his mother was nagging in his ear.

"Well, Sang Sang, what's the matter with you looking for me? This is an international call. It's not good to waste money. Lu Feng said with a smile.

Mo Sangsang hummed and said, "Forget it, I remember that your body is quite strong, and you can't drink it once or twice. I called you because Lulu asked me to ask you when I could come back. She said she missed you.

Lu Feng was stunned and seemed to be dumbfounded on the spot like lightning.

What exactly does Mosansan mean by this?

Do you miss yourself?

This, Mosansan, she is not...

After a long time, Lu Feng said with a wry smile, "Sang Sang, I have something else to do. If you don't have anything else to do, let's talk about it when I go back!"

A few minutes later, Lu Feng hung up the phone and outlined a smile at the corners of his mouth. It was really good to be cared about, although it was a little talkative.

He slowly stood up. Lu Feng stretched out of the room. When he came to the lobby on the first floor, he saw Besley Lang sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, with a seemingly smiling face, holding a cup of book in his hand.

"Mr. Besley Lang, what book are you reading that you are so fascinated?" Lu Feng walked to Besley Lang with a smile and asked with a smile.

When Besley Lang saw Lu Feng coming down, the smile on his face was even stronger. He said, "Lu, are you awake? Come on, have some tea. I'll take you to a good place later.

A good place?

Lu Feng was slightly stunned. After sitting opposite Besley Lang, he wondered, "What's the good place?"

Besley Lang smiled and said, "It's an old friend of mine. He is a collector and is even very famous in the whole London collector. He has a treasure, a painting, which is very magical. When I take you there, you should be able to feel it."

A painting?

What is the magic of a painting?

Is it still that kind of ancient painting with great value? Like Xu Beihong's authentic Eight Juntu, Zhang Zerui's Qingming River Map is as precious?

However, although those paintings are very precious, they can't be described by the word "magic"!

"Mr. Besley Lang, can you describe for me what is magical about that painting?" Lu Feng poured a cup of tea for himself, took a sip and asked.

Besley Lang shook his head and said, "I can't say it, and I can't say it. The feeling of looking at the painting is to say in one sentence from you Chinese: it's unspeakable. If you want to feel something, you can only feel the magic when you see the painting in person.

Lu Feng nodded and smiled, "Your words make me feel looking forward to it. Why don't we go now?"

Besley Lang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've asked people to prepare breakfast. Although it's a little late to have breakfast at this time, breakfast is a must, which is good for your health."

Lu Feng looked at Besley Lang's not in a hurry and nodded with a smile and agreed.

After eleven o'clock, Jester did not wake up from a deep sleep. Lu Feng and Besley Lang did not call him, so they drove away and rushed to the residence of Besley Lang, the famous collector.

Besley Lang's friend is called Ancient Greece. Now he is eighty-two years old. But when Lu Feng saw him for the first time, he felt that the old man did not look like he was in his 80s at all. His appearance was about 60 years old at most. He was energetic, thin and wearing a small leather jacket. .