The Kyoto Hotel has a century-old store and is only one kilometer away from the Forbidden City. It was once a place responsible for entertaining guests from all over the world.

The third floor of the hotel, the banquet hall, and the lobby of more than 2,000 square meters are only more than a hundred people sitting, making it look particularly empty.

Lin Feng, who was sitting in the second row, whispered to Zhao Ningsheng next to him: "Principal, today all the famous economic experts in China are all famous domestic economic experts. Didn't you put me on the fire?"

Zhao Ningsheng smiled and looked at Lin Feng: "Don't be modest. The paper you wrote about the collapse of the housing market in Country M caused a huge sensation in China."

"The leaders above also noticed your article, so they hope you can talk about your paper in detail."

When Lin Feng heard Zhao Ningsheng's words, he felt even more distressed. The contents of the paper he wrote were included in the future, as long as anyone who could access the Internet, could be written. After all, the collapse of the housing market in M ​​Country during this financial tsunami can be found online.

But this paper is different now, especially Lin Feng's paper was published before the collapse of the housing market. Now, with this paper of 100% accuracy, Lin Feng suddenly became an economist with a halo.

Just when Lin Feng was still thinking about it, the forum had already begun. First, the host delivered a speech, and then an old man with a little white hair came on stage to speak. Lin Feng did not know this person, but it did not prevent him from knowing through the host's introduction to the old man's title. This old man should be the top economist in China.

This old man talked about the theme of the development of the national housing market. Lin Feng felt a little sleepy after listening to a few words.

It’s not that Lin Feng disrespects this senior, but that he heard him say that the domestic housing market is developing well. After a few years of sharp rise, housing prices have begun to stabilize now. There will be no more sharp rise in housing prices in the future. Therefore, when the policy of abolishing the distribution of houses was correct, Lin Feng wanted to spray out a mouthful of salt soda.

When he saw that the old man was a conservative, he would never have thought that although the housing prices in Kyoto and Binhai are already very high now, compared with the housing prices more than ten years later, the current housing prices are simply happy.

Just as Lin Feng was drowsy and listening to the old man's long speech, he did not notice that the person in the middle of the first row turned around and noticed him.

"Lin Feng, stop sleeping, Mr. Tan is watching you."

Just when Lin Feng felt that he would see "Grandpa Zhou" soon, a familiar voice came from his ear. Lin Feng, who slowly returned to reality, opened his hazy eyes and found that Zhao Ningsheng, who was sitting next to him, was calling softly in his ear.

Hearing Zhao Ningsheng's words, Lin Feng looked into the middle of the front row and found that Mr. Tan, who was sitting in the middle, was looking at him. Lin Feng quickly showed a shy smile on his face, and then pretended to be a good baby, watching "Balabala" still on the stage talking about the beautiful housing market situation in the future.

With this little episode, Lin Feng didn't dare to take a nap. It's just a few hours, so I can bear it for a while.

It was soon the second person's turn to go on stage. After hearing the host's introduction, this time Lin Feng did not take a nap. After all, there was no problem with the professor's development trend in the next ten years.

Soon Lin Feng came to the stage, stood up and buttoned the suit jacket, and then Lin Feng picked up the draft and walked towards the rostrum.

Originally, Lin Feng didn't want to write a manuscript, but when he thought of such an important meeting, every expert brought a manuscript. If he was the only one who didn't bring a manuscript, it would be a bit prominent.

Lin Feng's style of doing things is low-key. After all, things that are popular are not beneficial to Lin Feng at all, and may cause trouble.

After about ten minutes, Lin Feng had finished what he prepared. Just as Lin Feng was about to go down, Mr. Tan from the audience spoke: "Mr. Lin, I wonder what you think of the domestic housing market?"

After hearing Mr. Tan's words, Lin Feng's heart suddenly whispered hundreds of times. Is Mr. Tan going to take revenge on his napping just now? Otherwise, why did he ask himself about the development of the domestic housing market?

If Lin Feng said that he agreed with the comments made by the first old man, it would be impossible. After all, in two years, domestic housing prices will begin to rise strongly. At that time, Lin Feng's face will be beaten into a pig's head, and Lin Feng will not be able to afford to lose this person.

But if Lin Feng says something different from the first old man, isn’t it just a slap in the face on the spot? And it’s the kind of “slap” slap in the face.

"I think domestic housing prices are full of possibilities. In the future, housing prices may rise sharply, or stabilize, and are more likely to fall sharply."

When Lin Feng heard the answer from "Tianjin Oil", the people in the audience immediately laughed.

"This young comrade is right. Isn't this how housing prices will develop in the future?"

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Lin Feng listened to the sarcastic words coming from the audience, and he didn't feel anything unusual. Anyway, Lin Feng had already asked Su De to stock up on a large number of houses in Kyoto. More than ten years later, if Lin Feng no longer had the ability to predict, he could still be a dull landlord in Kyoto.

At that time, if you shoot a "Kyoto Landlord" joke on a short video platform, it will definitely be popular all over the Internet.

Seeing that Mr. Tan did not continue to ask anything, Lin Feng hurriedly left the rostrum and walked towards the seat below.

"What are you doing? It's rare that Mr. Tan took the initiative to ask you, don't show it well."

As soon as Lin Feng sat down, Zhao Ningsheng next to him leaned close to Lin Feng's ear and whispered.

After wiping the fine sweat beads that were coming out of nervousness on his forehead, Lin Feng explained to Zhao Ningsheng: "Principal, don't look at what occasion you are now. Once I just sang against the experts present, I just promised that I would be drowned immediately today."

"Then you can't answer this way, it makes people feel that you don't have any real talent." Zhao Ningsheng complained in a low voice.

"I don't care what others think."

Three hours passed in a blink of an eye, and Lin Feng also felt his stomach begin to "gurgle".

After the forum, Lin Feng originally wanted to invite Zhao Ningsheng to have dinner together, but because Zhao Ningsheng had other things, Lin Feng had to solve the problem of food and clothing by himself.

"Mr. Lin, please stay."

When Lin Feng heard someone calling him behind him, he stopped and turned around and saw a man in his thirties talking to him.

"Is there anything you want to ask me for?"

Lin Feng felt that he didn't seem to know this person, and he didn't know what he had to do with him.

"Mr. Tan wants to ask you to go over and talk."

Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him in surprise. He never thought that the other party was sent by President Tan. Could it be that his performance just now was too bad? President Tan was embarrassed to criticize him in front of everyone. Now he wanted to find a "little black room" without anyone to torture him well?

"Mr. Lin, don't let Mr. Tan wait for a long time, please."

Lin Feng had no choice but to follow the man to meet Mr. Tan.

In a warm private room, Lin Feng followed the middle-aged man into the private room and saw Mr. Tan sitting at the table to make tea.

"Mr. Tan, Mr. Lin is here. I'll go out first. Just call me if you have any questions. I'm at the door."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned around and left the private room and closed the door of the private room.

"Mr. Lin, please sit down, don't be so restrained." Mr. Tan pointed at the seat next to him and signaled.

Lin Feng was no longer pretentious and walked directly to Mr. Tan to sit down, and said with a smile: "I wonder what kind of teachings Mr. Tan would teach me to come over?"

Mr. Tan handed over a cup of freshly poured tea, and Lin Feng immediately reached out to catch the tea cup in the air.
Chapter completed!