Han Feng would wake up immediately at this time, and this time was no exception.
He had already sweated profusely when he woke up.
He could feel the pain of the man in the dream, which seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
This dream had already appeared in his mind countless times.
However, each time he woke up, he would inexplicably feel refreshed.
It was already 0,p.m.
when he realized that it was getting late.
He got up and saw the gold card Li Ming left on the table.
He habitually touched the tip of his nose and picked up the gold card.
A smile appeared on his face as he said, "I don't know what this kid is doing.
I didn't expect him to have this kind of gold card." Han Feng didn't know how much money would be in this card, but he was confident that it would be able to solve his urgent need.
He was not that kind of pedantic and incurable literati.
He would not throw the card out of the window angrily because he needed money.
In this society, money was really too important.
He worked hard, not for some bullsh*t dreams, or to make contributions to the four defending countries of the motherland, but for earning money!
"Well, check what this card is later." Han Feng thought about putting the card back on the tea table and turned into the bathroom.
Although he lived in a city with low living standards, he knew something at least.
This card was a special silver joint card that could only be owned by someone with a certain identity.
After taking a shower, Han Feng checked the card in his hand on the Internet.
As he expected, it was a limited edition of 50,golden cards all over the country.
As long as you held this card, you could withdraw cash in the city of any bank.
There was no password to this card, so the card itself was an identity card and the key.
Han Feng was shocked.
Why did Li Ming have such a card in his hand?
It was hard for him to imagine that Li Ming would take out such a card in exchange for a sandalwood carving.
However, the shrewd Han Feng soon thought of one thing—was the sandalwood carving really as simple as he thought?
He now understood that the sandalwood carving might not be an antique, but it must have a more mysterious origin than an antique.
At the thought of this, he naturally became curious about Li Ming's current identity.
Anyone who was qualified to take out such a gold card must have an extraordinary identity.
And he could completely see that Li Ming did not put money in his eyes at all.
Did such a person look like a modern youth in his twenties?
While feeling uneasy, Han Feng asked for 100,000,in cash before the nearby municipal banks got off work.
In the next few days, he began to enjoy life, enjoying the life of spending a thousand pieces of gold, having a beauty in his arms, and living in luxury cars.
The money in his card was inexhaustible.
His goal in life was to enjoy.
He would try to spend money in almost any place he could afford.
However, these days were going against his will.
He gradually calmed down and started to think about a few things—Li Ming's matter.
In the end, he was able to think about Li Ming's matter.
On this day, he was tired of playing, so he took the time to visit Li Ming's parents' graves, but somehow he bumped into Li Ming.
Before Han Feng could call out to him, Li Ming turned to face him as if he had eyes at the back of his head.
His eyes were slightly red.

Perhaps he, who was touched by the scene, could not stop the collapse of family affection in his memory.
The woman was not there, so Han Feng felt much more at ease.
He didn't like the woman who looked very beautiful but cruel.
"Li Ming!" After a moment of being stunned, Han Feng faintly called out.
"You called me Li Ming?" Li Ming frowned slightly.
He could feel that Han Feng seemed to be distant from him.
"What else?" Han Feng shrugged.
"Maybe I should admit that I called you Brother Zhu." He sneered.
"Listen, Xiaofeng, this is not my own will!" Li Tianlan knew that Han Feng had a prejudice against him, so he wanted to explain.
"I also thought about going home, but..." "But you didn't come back in the end!" Han Feng interrupted him.
"And you didn't even know the death of your parents, and you almost didn't come to visit the tomb!" "If you were in my place, you would definitely be the same as me," Li Ming said faintly.
He paused for a moment, then straightened his face and said, "Listen, they will definitely come to find you again.
When the time comes, you will face the same decision I made back then." "What are you talking about?" Han Feng shrugged.
He couldn't understand Li Ming's sudden words.
He asked, "Who do you mean by 'they'?" "You will know," Li Ming said as he took a step forward.
With only this step, he actually moved closer to Han Feng, who was one Zhang away.
Han Feng only heard the sound of the wind in his ears.
When he turned his head, he saw Li Ming's indistinct figure rapidly disappear one Zhang away from him.
Eventually, he disappeared at the corner of the cemetery.
Han Feng's face changed greatly.
He rubbed his eyes hard and looked back at the tomb.
If it weren't for the flowers that had just been put down in front of the tomb, he would have doubted that all this and the conversation with Li Ming were illusions!
After coming back from the tomb, Han Feng began to think about what Li Ming had said when he left.
Who were they referring to?
Smart as he was, he immediately thought of the beautiful woman who did not appear this time.
How could he not figure out that the woman was definitely not Li Ming's girlfriend, because her status was definitely higher than Li Ming's.
Li Ming was obviously constrained by her to some extent.
In the following months, Han Feng began to find fun in boring life.
For example, he bought a dispensable job, returned to the crowded office, lived a life of hiding in the city and flirting with his female colleagues.
Going to work was simply a torture for others, and it became his fun.
Every day, coming from work on time became a way for him to pass time and seek fun in boring life.
In this day and night, when he entered the mansion and bathroom to wash, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing in the bathroom.
"You seem to be living a good life!" The person who came was none other than the woman who had visited Li Ming together with him.
Seeing the pajama-clothed Han Feng, she forced a smile.
Han Feng looked around but did not see Li Ming.
"What are you doing here?" For the first time, Han Feng didn't welcome a beautiful woman.
For some reason, a sense of fear rose within his heart.
He wanted to turn around and return to the living room, but he saw a few nannies hired by him.
However, that woman waved her hand and immediately closed the bathroom door.
Under this type of situation, it was difficult for Han Feng to remain calm.
It was as if there was a mysterious pressure in the room.