Restart the Flying Age

After a long speculative exchange with Aunt Hua, they discussed the opening of the beauty salon a little bit.

After these days of growth and acting alone, Aunt Hua has formed her own thoughts.

So most of the time, Wu Tao just interspersed with two supplementary sentences, according to the impression of the operation of the beauty salon in the previous life and some customary practices, to give advice to Aunt Hua and help her improve her thinking.

This exchange made Wu Tao a little thirsty.

Looking back, the bunch of grapes that belonged to him had already been hugged by Fang Yuan, and more than half of it had been wiped out.

"Fang, I'm never finished with you!"

Fang Yuan didn't care, but she shouted with her head high and her chest tall, "Uncle, you see my cousin bullying me again..."

What can Wu Binghua say in this situation? I can only teach my own son to say that you are a cousin after all, and you have to let your cousin go so far.

It's exactly the same as when I was a kid.

No creativity.

No more food, Wu Tao simply talked to his father.

"Dad, today I have selected the site of the factory. It will not be long before the construction of the factory and office roads can be on the agenda."

As soon as he heard that there was work to be done, Wu Binghua's brows immediately opened up, and he no longer secretly worried about his son's hundreds of millions of investment in the project.

"No problem, Zhonghai's decoration team and the decoration team here happened to be dead, and the construction team on the construction site at the small commodity market also stopped. I, more than one hundred people, all voted on your construction site..."

Wu Tao shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Dad, such a small number of people is probably not enough."

"What, how big a factory do you want to build, so many people are not enough?" As a contractor, I am most afraid of others saying that there are not enough people.

"Cousin asked for five or six thousand acres of land~" Fang Yuan interjected.

Wu Tao stared at each other, "You can't stop your mouth even if you eat!"

Turning around, Wu Binghua has already stood up, "Xiaotao, if you have such a large piece of land, if there is a mistake in the project, this is all money-losing goods, hot potato, you will not be able to shake it out by then! "

"Dad, I'm not stupid. I have occupied such a large plot of land first. The factory building must be constructed in phases, and the first phase of the project will have a scale of up to 1,000 acres."

Hearing this, Wu Binghua's expression finally recovered somewhat. 1000 mu is the scale of the small commodity market, and the construction in phases is also conducive to timely stop losses.

Wu Tao has no way to change his own way of thinking of Laozi, who is not thinking about winning and thinking about failure before everything else.

However, the construction of this plant in phases was a plan he had planned long ago, and it was not all for comforting his own Lao Tzu.

Aunt Hua, who had been chatting with An Rong around her homely, also interjected a sentence when she saw it: "Big Brother, over the past year or so, which time Xiao Tao's idea was not unexpected, I believe him."

Yes, even others believe in their own son. A parent who is unreasonable is not as good as a stranger, isn't it?

Thinking of this, Wu Binghua stopped worrying about it, and instead put his mind on the project.

That's what he likes.

"When can you get the land? I will take someone to look at the terrain."

"Okay, wait for my call."

After eating at the beauty salon, the three people left.

The afternoon sun became more and more blazing, just in time to go back to take a nap. At the thought of this, Wu Tao couldn't help yawning.

Unexpectedly, An Rong's cell phone rang again.

"It's really annoying, Wang Yao is here again..."

Wu Tao also felt annoyed, but when he thought that after school started, this guy would still have a chance to get close to An Rong, so he thought about it and defeated him in one fell swoop.

One hundred.

"Then stop by and take a look, anyway, being idle is also being idle."

An Rong breathed a sigh of relief when Wu Tao said so.

After all, this phone was bought by Wu Tao. It is always used to answer calls from other boys. What's the matter?

After answering the phone, the three people knew that the place Wang Yao rented to run the magazine was actually in the Ninghai Building.

Not long after, the car stopped at the gate of Ninghai Building.

The three people entered the door, without even using the elevator, and went straight to Wang Yao's so-called magazine.

Usually the first floor of this office building is not easy to rent. Because there is no light, and it is dark, it makes people feel depressed invisibly.

It seems that although the Wang family gave his son some money toss, the amount was also limited.

Sure enough, as soon as the three people entered the door, when Wang Yao greeted him, his expression was a little unnatural and unconfident.

Seeing Wu Tao appear, I felt even more guilty.

"An Rong, although the conditions here are a bit worse now, my dad often tells me that in the early days of entrepreneurship, we must carry forward the style of hard work, simplicity, diligence and frugality. When the magazine becomes bigger in the future, we are moving into high-end office buildings..."

"Haha~" An Rong laughed, and Wang Yao's face became stiff.

This is still not confident! Wu Tao thought, but said nothing.

On the contrary, Fang Yuan curled her lips and looked dismissive.

After all, following her cousin these days, Fang Yuan's vision has also risen a lot.

In her opinion, such a small mess is nothing strange at all.

Wang Yao led the three people inside. There were already five or six people working in the dimly lit office.

Headed by a young man with long bangs, stood in the aisle with an embarrassing posture that he wanted to meet but couldn't let go of his figure.

Looking at it in this way, he is a literary and artistic youth who can't get better.

"An Rong, this is Brother Cao, the editor-in-chief I brought in at a big price."

Art Cao pushed his glasses and saw An Rong and Fang Yuan clearly, his eyes glistened with green light.

When Wu Tao saw this, he stood in the middle of the two. Although this is not friendly, it has to be guarded against.

"Brother Cao, tell my friends about the positioning and selling points of our magazine." When it comes to professional matters, Wang Yao can't say anything. So I can only push Literary Cao out.

Literary Cao flirted with the bangs in front of his forehead, only to realize that the action was a little unpleasant after flirting.

The fake model cleared his throat falsely and said: "Our magazine for boys and girls focuses on middle school students. With delicate style and in-depth brushwork, they touch the emotional world deep in their hearts."

As soon as Wu Tao heard these words, he felt it was impossible.

Now that the children are taken seriously by their parents, who would dare to openly buy such a love magazine to read?

What's more, for more than a hundred years in modern times, the dim emotions of this young boy and girl can't be explained clearly, can you touch it with this broken magazine?

An Rong seemed to be about the same as he thought, and replied, "I'm afraid no one would dare to buy this kind of magazine, right?"

Fang Yuan grinned altogether~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said she was very irritating.

Seeing this, the literary man didn’t buy it, and quickly remedied: “We will also invite some famous artists to write columns and interact with middle school student readers. For example, the sound of the chicken soup master, which is very hot recently, is still very appealing. Many middle school students like it all."

An Rong immediately covered her mouth.

Fang Yuan didn't hold it back at all, she chuckled, making Wenwen Man and Wang Yao confused.

Only Wu Tao was serious, "Are you still familiar with Tao Sheng?"

The literary man stiffened his chicken breasts, "I have a little friendship with him, and it's just a piece of cake to invite him."

Wu Tao shook his head, "I think he may not have time to take care of you."

"Why? How do you know?" The literary man was puzzled, and Wang Yao didn't understand, "That's why?"

"Not why, because I'm still the sound of the waves, the so-called master of chicken soup!"