His mind was in such a mess that Chen Feng was out of sorts for the whole day.

Fortunately, the job content of the apartment housekeeper is very simple and mechanical, with no technical content, so you can get by with it.

And Chen Feng was very lucky today. No troublesome things happened, and he only dealt with a few small things.

In the afternoon, he went to the company to attend the monthly summary meeting, but he was still absent-minded throughout the meeting.

He racked his brains to recall everything in the dream, and the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became.

As a "traveler", in order to understand a world, of course you must first understand the history of this world.

In the dream, he spent a lot of thought on this aspect.

He used the time point of his life as a boundary to divide the history in the dream world into two parts.

In the first half of history, the dream world and the real world completely overlap and are exactly the same.

After waking up, he thought that the dream itself was based on his own world view, so the first half of history must overlap with the real history.

But is it correct to push forward the second half of a thousand years from now to "history" that takes place in the future?

Chen Feng was completely unsure, because the second half of the historical materials he could find were very sketchy and had no reference value. They were not even as detailed as junior high school history textbooks.

One hundred years can be summed up in one sentence. The span is too big, as if it has been artificially covered with a layer of fog, and there are no important nodes that can be used to make a fortune.

Lottery numbers, stock market trends, important policy changes, demolition and resettlement plans... none of them.

When Chen Feng was still in his dream, he was puzzled by this. It wouldn't take up much hard drive to save some historical materials, but there just wasn't any.

When he was sorting out his thoughts after waking up, he thought about it for a long time and came to a depressing conclusion.

This "history" is false and is a fantasy based on one's own worldview.

It starts with a dream, and the content is all imagined, of course it will be like this.

Since history was all imagined in his dreams, his dream of making a fortune by taking advantage of the unpredictable fortunes was shattered.

But the songs he listened to, the novels he read, the movies he watched, and the games he played when he was a subsistence household in his dream were all more real and perfect.

The contrast between the detailed entertainment resources and the vague historical data is simply incredible.

Chen Feng didn't think he had any creative talent at all, but how could he come up with such detailed entertainment stuff?

Can't figure it out.

He originally planned to stop thinking if he couldn't figure it out, go to work with peace of mind, and resume his real life, but he opened the door and bumped into Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng had never known her before, had no idea what she looked like, let alone her origins, and there was no possibility of figuring out this person.

But this man has also left his name in the historical materials that summarize the dream world, and he is a big figure who has been famous for thousands of years in the fields of art and entertainment.

She is by my side now!

Without any precaution, she just appeared so bluntly and domineeringly.

Chen Feng couldn't calm down anymore.

He began to take the initiative to believe that everything in his dreams was true.

In the dream, Zhong Lei's life story did not mention Chen Feng, her former apartment housekeeper and neighbor.

It can only be because the friendship between the two is too shallow. Zhong Lei is soaring to the sky, but Chen Feng can't even keep his name in the limelight.

Chen Feng didn't know that before and didn't like dealing with strangers.

But now that he has made this great discovery, how can he remain unmoved?

If the neighbors of Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso or Du Fu know that they will leave their names in history, why not put some thought into it?

Chen Feng is also a mortal. After all, he doesn't have any more high-tech ideas and can't do it. But it would be foolish to let go of such a shortcut to success as hugging your thighs!

Those are not ordinary thick thighs, they are Beethoven living in contemporary times!

Now the two of them are neighbors upstairs and downstairs in the same apartment. They share the same apartment door. Rounding up, they are equal to living together as roommates. First come first come first served with access to the water. Chen Feng thinks that his chances are great.

Now Zhong Lei is twenty-one years old, and she is still an unemployed vagrant who has just dropped out of college. It will take four years for her to make a lot of money.

Only when we met at a young age can our friendship be sincere.

Not to mention becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, as long as you deliberately get close to her, exchange greetings, and become a close friend, you will always be able to get her in the future.

He had no extravagant hope of being able to leave his name with Qingshi, he just hoped that Zhong Lei would be able to help him when he had some free time after taking off.

Having made up his mind, Chen Feng began to think about how to make friends with Zhong Lei.

He imagined many ways of talking to each other in his mind.

But before long, he went a little crazy.

Because of his relatively special family background, he has been quite withdrawn since childhood, not very good at socializing, and has few serious friends.

For him to take the initiative to approach someone of the opposite sex, even if the purpose is not to pick up girls, it is a bit overwhelming and very uncomfortable.

Chen Feng was heartbroken, forget it, the boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge, and then he can adapt to circumstances.

After the company meeting, Chen Feng had a casual meal outside and then went home.

It was about half past seven when I got home. I opened the door and saw Zhong Lei coming downstairs, and bumped into her again.

She still looked a little dazed and must have slept all day.

She had a little makeup on her face, and she didn't know what she was planning to do out there.

The conversation was a bit awkward in the morning. Chen Feng smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "Good evening."

Being greeted by him suddenly, Zhong Lei seemed a little uncomfortable and turned to look at him.

"Oh. Good evening."

Zhong Lei held it in her mouth for about ten seconds before she could say anything.

His tone was flat, emotionless, like a robot.

Chen Feng was quite satisfied with this, at least the two parties had a rare first serious chat.

If you are a seasoned social player, you will probably know to stop talking when you are happy and continue to strike up a conversation next time.

But Chen Feng didn't think too much and asked: "By the way, where are you going this late at night?"

Zhong Lei was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, her expression turned cold and she said stiffly: "None of your business."

She rolled her eyes again, even curled her lips, and walked away.

The conversation was even more tense than in the morning.

Chen Feng froze on the spot.

He didn't even know what he had done wrong.

Although we are strangers to each other, we can still be considered neighbors. We can't see each other even if we look up. Isn't that the case?

"You're crazy. You took the wrong medicine!"

Several minutes passed before Chen Feng could calm down.

When he returned to his room, he was still furious.

But on the other hand, Zhong Lei took a taxi after going out and went to a high-end bar in Zhong District, Hanzhou City.

Because she dropped out of school, she had a quarrel with her family.

This meant that from now on she had to learn to survive alone, so she found a job as a resident singer in a bar.

She doesn't like this job at all.

As an academic music and art student, she is very arrogant and thinks that the job of a bar singer is very low and sees it as a shame, but life must go on, even if she feels disgusted, she pinches her nose and has to accept it.

So when Chen Feng asked her where she was going just now, he actually touched the pain in her heart.

Even though Chen Feng's expression was serious, she felt that Chen Feng seemed to have seen through her work, and his smile was sarcastic and teasing.

He was deliberately teasing himself for being an unorthodox job because he went out late and came back early.

That's why Zhong Lei had such a big reaction, even sulking to herself while sitting in the car.

Chen Feng naturally had no way of knowing or imagining Zhong Lei's series of psychological activities.

Chen Feng's wishful thinking had just begun, but it failed miserably, which made Chen Feng feel a little frustrated.

Zhong Lei's personality is too weird, moody, more withdrawn than herself, and extremely difficult to deal with, giving people the feeling that a cow can't eat a pumpkin.

"Otherwise, forget it?" Chen Feng said to himself.

But he was unwilling to do so.

That’s one of the top 100 people in the history of art over the millennium!

Regardless of how developed the entertainment industry is today, with as many stars as dogs and big names everywhere, it’s useless.

In the first fifty years of the 21st century, there are as many actors, singers, composers, directors, painters, and writers as there are river carp crossing the river, but in the thousand-year history of art, there are only Zhong Lei and a few others.

People can be among the top 100!

How great is this.
To be continued...