At this time, Peng Sa interrupted, "Xiao Tao, don't worry about your residence. Sijia has already found it for you. It's in Saigon District, and it's the first floor. The advance payment has been paid. At the speed of your earnings, I think I can pay it off soon."

Lu Feng was not surprised when he heard this. Although the housing prices in Saigon District are over one million, it is not a big deal with Ye Tao's ability. But he didn't know that this house had been secretly bought by Ye Tao's subordinates and spent more than five million. Now it is just nominally asking Ye Tao to pay back the money slowly, but it has completely belonged to Ye Tao behind his back.

When Lu Feng drove the business car to his family's new home, he was shocked. According to his vision, the room was more than 200 square meters and the luxurious facilities in the room, which was definitely worth more than 6 million.

Lu Feng frowned and said, "Ms. Liu is too chaotic. The monthly repayment of such a house is probably not a small amount. How much money should be earned by the bank? It is better to talk about it slowly."

"It's okay, Uncle Lu, I believe I will be able to pay off the accounts in no time, because before I came this time, I went to see the teacher. The teacher heard that I was coming to Hong Kong. Not only did I give me ten scripts, but I also gave me 130 songs he wrote, which happened to be a hundred of them to pay back your accounts." Ye Tao said happily.

"Ah!" Lu Feng was stunned when he heard this. There were 130 more poems like this, which were made by Ye Tao's mysterious master. You don't have to think about it and know that it is absolutely extraordinary.

Lu Feng came back to his senses and thought it was wrong, and said anxiously, "Xiao Tao, why did you give me a hundred songs? The remaining thirty songs are also given to me. Don't worry, I will definitely have a high price."

Ye Tao spread his hands and said, "It's not that I don't want to give you the rest, but that those thirty songs are foreign songs. My master said that the charms of them are needed to be sung by foreigners, so there is nothing we can do about it."

It’s not that Ye Tao felt that the waste was, but that the price given by Lu Feng was really not high. If it were put in the hands of those American superstars, the winning songs of the Grammys he copied would definitely be several times higher.

If it weren't for raising some money on the surface, Ye Tao would have planned to change his appearance and come on his own. This would not only be the big deal of money, but also quickly collect energy.

At the same time, when Lu Feng heard this, he thought for a while and understood what Ye Tao was thinking, and said with a wry smile, "You kid, to be honest, the price I gave you is really not low, let alone English songs that Chinese people can sing."

Ye Tao blinked and said, "I naturally know this, but didn't you say that you should make more money and let my parents live a good life. So, I followed your advice, earn more money, and maximize the benefits." After saying that, Ye Tao was very happy.

Looking at Ye Tao's appearance, Lu Feng was full of entanglement. How could he feel like he was shooting himself in the foot? He felt a little angry, but he admired Master Ye Tao's strength even more.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Feng stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, give me the manuscript. At that time, as long as I read it, I will immediately throw the money into Miss Liu Sijia's account."

"Dad, give me the bag." Ye Tao turned around and called out.

"Okay, okay." Ye Min walked out of a room with a happy face, handing the bag on his shoulder to you Ye Tao, and said, "Xiao Tao, don't say that this place is so beautiful and big, and it also has its own bathroom and bathroom, it's like a dream."

"It's good that dad likes it. In the future, the house we live in will be more beautiful and bigger. I want you to live in the best garden villa in Hong Kong." Ye Tao said happily as Ye Min looked at Ye Min's appearance.

"I believe, I believe." Ye Min nodded repeatedly.

"Xiao Tao, you father and son are feeling a little bit moved. Give me the things first." Lu Feng stretched out his hand for a long time, but Ye Tao only talked to his father and said anxiously.

"Haha." Ye Tao shook his head in a funny way and handed over the bag in his hand.

After taking the bag and ignoring the others, Lu Feng sat on the sofa, opened the bag, took out the manuscript, and started reading it.

Ye Min also comfortably made the sofa and looked at his son and said, "Xiao Tao, what do you think you and your mother do in the future?"

Before Ye Tao could reply, Lu Feng looked up and said, "Mr. Ye, tell me what I want to do. I want to help you find a relaxed and good job with my ability, but it's still okay."

"No need, Uncle Lu, according to my idea, let my parents learn first, let me talk about English and Cantonese, and don't be too anxious now." Ye Tao interrupted.

"That's true. Inconvenience in language is indeed a troublesome thing." Lu Feng nodded, stopped talking, and looked down at the manuscript in his hand.

When two hours passed and night came, Liu Sijia, who was helping Ye Tao, came here, but even Leslie Cheung and the other rushed over, one was to treat guests to dinner, and the other was naturally to lyrics.

But when Leslie Cheung and the other two were able to pick up the lyrics, they simply forgot about treating guests to dinner. In the end, Ye Tao asked Liu Sijia to go out to buy some food and take it back to solve the problem of food and clothing.

Until ten o'clock in the evening.

Lu Feng and the other two finished reading the lyrics. At this time, Leslie Cheung slapped his forehead and looked at Ye Tao with a wry smile, "Xiao Tao, I'm sorry, we forgot to invite you to dinner, and we actually had a meal with you, otherwise I'll invite you out for a midnight snack now."

While speaking, Leslie Cheung looked at Ye Min and Yu Hui with apologetic expression. He wanted to say sorry to Ye Min and Yu Hui, but these two people couldn't understand him at all. To be honest, in Leslie Cheung's heart, Ye Tao was already a monster. He not only knew Cantonese, English, composing music, and writing scripts. The most exaggerated thing was that he had the ability to remember everything. This made them feel as an adult.

"It's okay, let's talk about it later. My parents are tired today," Ye Tao said with a smile.

"Okay, then." Leslie Cheung said, "Then let's say goodbye first. When I'm free for a few days, I'm treating your family to dinner."

"OK."

"Then we're leaving too, Xiaotao, you can rest early." Lu Feng and others left Ye Tao's home phone number and also offered to say goodbye one by one.

"Let's go, I'll see you off." Ye Tao stepped forward and opened the door.

"No, no, no." Everyone was polite.

"Let's go., don't be polite." Ye Tao said with a smile.

When the group walked at the gate, Ye Tao said to Lu Feng, "Uncle Lu, do you know Tsui Hark?"

"I know, how could I not know!" Lu Feng looked at Ye Tao curiously, and then realized it, "Are you planning to vote the script [Heroic Reality] in your hand to Tsui Hark's movie studio?"

"Not bad." Ye Tao nodded. If he had to submit his own article, he would have to waste some time. Moreover, this script was planned, produced by Tsui Hark and directed by John Wu. It can be said that it was the product of Xu and Wu's friendship. If it was invested in other companies, it might not be possible that a classic movie would be made into garbage.

"Then I'll call Tsui Hark tomorrow. Just wait for information at home. I think it's absolutely fine." Lu Feng smiled. Although he was a little dissatisfied with Ye Tao's unwillingness to give it to Tsui Hark, he asked himself, perhaps only Tsui Hark could make the script.

"Thank you, Uncle Lu." Ye Tao said with a little gratitude. Although Lu Feng's help was a little utilitarian, Ye Tao was still grateful for doing so much for him.

After sending Lu Feng and others away, Ye Tao returned home, and took out six scripts and thirty songs, and handed them to you Liu Sijia, saying, "You can find a way to sell these lyrics and scripts to foreign companies in the highest interest."

Although these songs and scripts are good things, if they really want to be shot in Hong Kong, it would be impossible to achieve the sensation of the previous life.

Although Ye Tao's actions would make him in the eyes of the public, he believed that as long as he fell silent for a while, the eyes of these people would disappear without a trace, even for genius children. After all, in such a vast world, countless entertainment information is generated at every moment. Surrounded by countless superstars and top singers, he was just making a few small waves.

Moreover, in this, he will not only obtain a certain amount of open starting funds, but also definitely obtain a lot of energy. After all, his age is really scary. The only good thing is that there is a mysterious master behind it.

When his family fell asleep, Ye Tao entered the system space and struggled for eight hours. Then, he tried hard to copy various scripts and lyrics in his mind. With his current hand speed, six thousand words per hour, it was fine. Although the system conversion function was faster, it would not be helpful to his calligraphy, not only did it consume energy, but it would not help his calligraphy. If there was no hurry, Ye Tao would rather take it slowly. After all, anything was accumulated bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

What's more, whenever he writes a word, his calligraphy level also increases his proficiency. It can be said that Ye Tao is improving at a speed that surpasses all kinds of people...

As for sleeping, one hour a day is enough. Not only is his cultivation higher, because in the system functions, there is also a deep sleep function. It only takes 10 points a day to create an environment that is most suitable for rest, allowing people to enter the deepest sleep.
Chapter completed!