Heavenly Farmer

At the live concert.

A large number of fans waved light sticks from time to time and sang at top of their lungs with the rhythm of Li Mengyao, who was singing on stage.

The atmosphere was very strong!

Only on such an occasion could you feel the real impact of the song.

All the emotions were brought together and created a wonderful resonance.

When Ye Xiaochen heard it, he was very surprised. No wonder famous singers often hold concerts. Making money was secondary, the most important thing was to consolidate the loyalty of fans.

In such an atmosphere, all the fans' worship and recognition of the singer would reach a peak.

Wang Xinyi and Chu Qingqing were both into Li Mengyao's singing. Like other fans, they all sang loudly.

Only Wang Shuisheng seems to have no music factor, therefore he was not able to adapt to such an occasion.

Coupled with his smoking habit, he slipped out slyly.

Ye Xiaochen didn't care about it.

The concert lasted for several hours.

Ye Xiaochen listened to it with great interest.

Of course, such an atmosphere and appeal was not enough to let him thoroughly immerse himself.

The concert was finally over.

"Hey, where is old wang?"

Chu Qingqing found that her husband had disappeared.

"Brother Wang has gone out for a long time."

Ye Xiaochen said.

Several people followed the crowd and went out of the concert site.

In the parking place, they just saw Wang Shuisheng talking on the phone.

"Is it finally over?"

Wang Shuisheng hung up the phone and asked with a smile.

"Just watching a concert has made you feel anxious. You see Xiaochen, he has been with us all time."

Chu Qingqing glared at Wang Shuisheng.

Because it was too late, Wang Shusiheng and others worried about Ye Xiaochen driving back home, and asked him to stay.

Ye Xiaochen also agreed.

Early the next morning, he and Wang Shuisheng went to Earth Shennong farm, to eliminate some planting problems

Now the Earth Shennong farm has been developed into a large-scale comprehensive planting farm, covering an area of more than 2,000 hectares.

In addition, there were plans to reach the planting area of 10,000 hectares within two years.

The Earth Shennong company has already made profits. Ye Xiaochen estimated that in less than a year, the profit level of it won't be inferior to the immortal spring restaurant.

All the products planted by Shennong farm were sold to high-end markets and belonged to the top-quality product.

Some of it has even been shipped abroad.

To have such amazing results in just more than half a year, Wang Shusiheng has absolutely worked with great pains.

Of course, the improved plant that Ye Xiaochen has developed deserves the most credit.

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At an upscale hotel in Shashi city.

In one of the luxurious business suites, Li Mengyao was lying on the bed. Although it was more than 10 a.m, she didn't get up.

Yesterday's concert made her too tired.

The physical exhaustion was so big that it couldn't be recovered from one night's sleep.

She was listening to flute music from a website.

The sound of the flute was not clear, but it was fascinating to hear.

When Li Mengyao heard it for the first time, She was shocked. She didn't expect that the flute could be played so well.

Most importantly, this flute music has a strong appeal that goes deep into the soul.

Moreover, listening to flute music greatly relaxes her mind and makes her feel happy.

So after every performance, she would listen to this flute music.

The music finished.

Li Mengyao wanted more.

"I wish I could hear the flute music live. How wonderful would that be?"

Li Mengyao muttered to herself.

She knew that this was an extravagant hope. Although she searched for the flutist on the internet, there was no news.

"Mengyao, we have made an appointment with Miss Ling. Today we will be going with the music score to see her."

Qin Jie said.

"I know."

The main reason they came to Yang city was to find the famous gold medalist Chinese poet Wang Ling. She was recently preparing to release a record, but the title song has not been finished, so she wanted to ask teacher Ling for help.

With Wang Ling's status in the field of lyrics, she has seldom helped people writing lyrics.

That is to say, the top queen like Li Mengyao has the ability to invite Wang Ling.

After washing and eating some food, Li Mengyao, accompanied by her agent and bodyguard headed for Wang Ling's residence.

Wang Ling lived in a luxurious villa.

This was her latest purchase.

"Miss Ling, this is my request and idea, what do you think?"

Li Mengyao said with a smile.

"The idea is very good, and is suitable for your singing."

Wang Ling was a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties. She was gentle, virtuous, and had a soft temperament.

Her husband was Xu Lang, a middle-aged man with golden eyes.

He was a famous pianist in China.

Xu Lang, Wang Ling's husband, made tea for Li Mengyao. After greeting, he went out. Obviously, he knew that his wife and Li Mengyao would be discussing lyrics.

Just as Wang Ling was about to start writing, suddenly flute music sounded from a distance.

Although it was very light, it was very tantalizing, people couldn't help listening to it.

Wang Ling immediately put down her pen and ran upstairs.

Xu Lang also came out of the piano room and followed her.

Hearing the sound of the flute, Li Mengyao was slightly stunned and her face revealed a surprise color, she also immediately followed them.

Her agent Qin Jie saw the scene and hurriedly followed.

In this way, the four people soon reached the top floor of the villa.

Suddenly, faint flute music became a lot clearer.

The four people listening were intoxicated.

After a long time, the flute music disappeared, and people gradually became awake from their stupor.

"This is really wonderful. I don't know how long I've to wait to hear it again."

Wang Ling wanted more.

"Yes, this is the third time I've heard since we moved in."

Xu Lang was still immersed.

The couple came to visit Yang city once. They overheard the flute music and completely fell in love with it. They spent a lot of money to buy a villa here.

For this reason, for more than a month they spent most of their time in the villa, just to be able to hear the flute music again.

"Miss Ling, do you know where the flutist lives?"

Li Mengyao's face became excited.

She didn't expect that without any effort she could find the flutist.

Judging from the sound of the flute, he must be in this villa community area.

"I don't know, I couldn't tell the direction. Moreover, after the flute has been played, we all have been so immersed in the flute that we can't extricate ourselves and then can't identify the direction it came from."

Wang Ling shook her head and said bitterly.

If they knew who the flutist was, why would they spend their whole time here?

"I am content if the flutist could play it just once in a while."

Xu Lang said.

Li Mengyao was slightly distracted. It felt her heart was scratched by the cat's paw, she always wanted to know the man who played this flute.