Compared with Yunmeng Group's dominance in the gaming industry during this period, Mr. Hao of Yunmeng Group has lived a rather low-key life during this period.
no way.
It’s not okay if you don’t keep a low profile.
In the first few days after returning, he received a call from his old high school classmates, saying they wanted to get together.
To be honest, he has always had a relatively low sense of presence from elementary school to high school, and his friendship with his classmates is basically a gentle friendship. He is not the kind of person who is tough enough to wear a pair of pants, nor is he The kind of secret feelings that arise in adolescence.
After all, what can I say
Although most of the memories of his previous life have disappeared, it may be because Meng Po Tang was not licked clean. He has behaved much more maturely than his peers since he was a child.
He is not interested in some of the things that children like, and he has a mother who treats games and electronic products like a scourge. He feels that he can live a quiet and low-key life without being ostracized by his classmates. In the past ten years or so, I have finally been admitted to a prestigious school on the top list of the People's Federation, which can be regarded as a difficult difficulty SSS level pass without cheating.
But there’s a saying that goes like this: Being poor means having no one in the busy city, and being rich means having distant relatives in the mountains.
It was a wonderful class reunion, but it turned out that not only the classmates were present, but also an uncle of a classmate from the next class who was a leader in the Municipal Development Bureau, and a relative of the principal's family who worked in the investment office.
These people were all in their forties. When they met, they shook hands with Hao Yun's right hand and started talking enthusiastically. Except for themselves, everyone else was extremely embarrassed.
Of course, the weirdest thing was a certain senior "class beauty" who claimed to have had a crush on him for many years. She didn't know whether she was really drunk or fake, but she confessed her love to him without even having two drinks.
Fortunately, Hao Yun was still sober. Although he had drunk some wine, he still politely declined the invitation to sit at someone's house and asked the driver of the young leader of the Municipal Development Bureau to take him home.
Arrived home.
Looking at his drunken son, Hao You couldn't help but scold him.
"You kid, drink less alcohol from now on."
"I don't want to either. It's all because of others' respect for me. I can't stop drinking, right?" Hao Yun said helplessly while leaning on the sofa.
Hao Youcai sighed.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.
"Xiao Yun."
"What's wrong?"
"What is the concept of one hundred million?"
"I don't know, and this requires detailed analysis of specific issues. The key is to see where it is used," Hao Yun thought for a while and said, "For example, some online platforms now have hundreds of millions of subsidies, and how many users divide up 100 million or something. "
To be honest, he didn't have any specific idea.
He had never seen so much money in his previous life, and he suddenly made so much money in this life that he didn't even think about how to spend it. It seems that he already has a house, a car... He doesn't know much about it, so he might just buy a mobility aid and be done with it.
If it was just for consumption, let alone hundreds of millions, the tens of millions in his personal account alone would be enough for him to not have to worry about money in his life.
"I heard that the newly built commercial center in our city has a total investment of only 120 million." Hao Youcai paused and glanced meaningfully at his son, "Our place is small. Whether you are gathering with friends or doing something else, , if you can keep a low profile, keep a low profile, it won’t hurt.”
Hao Yun was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.
"Yeah, Dad, I know."
Hao Youcai grinned and rubbed his son's head.
"You little guy is really getting taller and taller. I almost don't recognize you anymore."
Hao Yun said with a smile.
"How is that possible? You must have drank too much."
"Go back to your room and sleep. I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. Stop drinking when you go home. If you want, your dad can drink with you at home."
In the days before and after, Hao Yun tried his best to refuse any social activities he could.
Some people whom I haven't contacted for a long time, and who are not very close friends, suddenly call me, either to borrow money or to do various things.
There are also investors who ask for tens of millions or hundreds of millions as soon as they open their mouths.
He sounded as if all his money was blown away by the strong wind...
But staying at home all day without going out made Hao Yun feel quite bored, and at this moment he suddenly saw the guitar placed in the room.
There was a thick layer of dust on the plastic sheet, and it had obviously not been opened for a long time.
Putting the guitar on his knees, Hao Yun couldn't help but feel a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
In order to recall the songs from his previous life, he persuaded his mother to help him buy a guitar. However, after trying for a long time, he could not recall the vague songs in his memory. In the end, he gave up the fantasy and honestly Really read.
Recalling the memories that had been repaired with the help of the system some time ago, he gently plucked the strings and hummed quietly.
"Summer cicadas and winter snows, but a glimpse of reincarnation"
"Enlighten the Tao and practice cultivation, regardless of fate and calamity in life."
"A few strokes on a white paper scroll depict the depths of the rivers and lakes."
"It's hard to paint you without staining your face..."
The clear and graceful melody flows through his fingertips like spring water, and together with his deep and slightly hoarse voice, they form a poetic painting.
In fact, the original dubbing of this song was not a guitar, but when playing it on the guitar, Hao Yun felt a completely different flavor from it.
Although it is his first time to play, both the fingering and the rhythm are a bit unfamiliar, but for him who has reached a proficient level in music, he is familiar with an instrument that he has been exposed to before, and plays a piece of music that has been imprinted in his mind. , it’s just a very simple and commonplace thing.
The fingertips paused slightly.
Hao Yun suddenly thought of something and moved a chair to sit by the window.
He reached out and moved the curtains. He carefully adjusted the opening and closing of the curtains so that the light in the room would not look so bright and dazzling, nor would it be dim.
Then, he turned on the recording function on his mobile phone and stood at an angle on the desk so that only half of his body was exposed in the camera.
"The angle is perfect."
After muttering silently, Hao Yun's lips curled up into a smile, then he sat back on the chair, picked up the guitar, and placed it on his raised right leg.
The strings vibrate slightly.
The gentle and clear melody continued to flow from his fingertips.
Although the second playing was still a bit jerky, he could clearly feel that both the melody and the rhythm were very close to the song in his memory.
even…
Compared with the original version, he also incorporated some of his own things on this basis.
Just play the song.
Hao Yun breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at the phone in front of him with a smile on his face.
This is probably his first music video, right
I don't know if anyone will like it.
"This song "Eternal" is brought to everyone."
"Hope you like it."
I didn't think of any concluding remarks in advance, so I just said a few words casually.
Reaching out and pressing the stop recording button, Hao Yun found the headphones and put them on, played the recorded material from beginning to end, confirmed that there were no major problems, and then uploaded it to the computer.
Editing videos was not a difficult task for him. Ten minutes of material was quickly cut into one song.
After doing all this, Hao Yun found his Yinke.com account, which he had almost forgotten the password for, and uploaded the video.
"I don't know if anyone will listen."
Smiling in his heart, Hao Yun pressed the publish button, then closed his laptop and went out to eat.