Did Mr. Xu Confess Today?

  Chapter 418 Salmon Jumping Through the Dragon Gate

   "What do you think?"

  "Shanghao Tea House's copywriting."

   "After listening to Boss Lu's story, do you want to help him with the copywriting?"

   "Brother Ali, have you heard the story of salmon?"

  Ali is not from the Northeast and does not know salmon.

  Luo Xin seemed to stare at the computer and said: "The salmon migrate every year, and they will eventually return to the place where they were born. I missed it in the cartoon. The salmon jumps through the dragon gate, and the weather will be good again in the coming year."

  How many cartoons did this girl watch? I think about the copywriting and the cartoon, and besides, boss Lu is not a naive person, cartoons? Isn't it? Tea has nothing to do with fish, so what kind of demon is the little girl going to be?

   "And?"

  Luo's heart-like little head is always strange, Mr. Ali does not understand, what is the relationship between salmon and boss Lu’s teahouse?

"The salmon wants to go home, and Ye Luo will return to his roots. If the surname Lu has no wife and family, he wants to recognize his ancestors and his ancestors do not recognize him. He needs to find a virtual root, such as the tea sage Lu Yu. It's not a teahouse, but a return to roots. All the art and literature presented are to wrap oneself in the leaf and return to the roots. Someone can take him in. Even if it is not a human being, it is just a painting, just a historical name."

According to Luo Xinsi's words, the more people lack something, the more they want to behave. He doesn't have a home, so he lets the family name Lu be his home. No one knows what influence he has been in the monastery, but it is certain that he He definitely didn't let go of Hong Chen, nor his family. He wanted to confess and had no life.

  Mr. Ali pulled the chair next to her and sat next to her. Her computer was dead. The girl was sitting here thinking about it. Mr. Ali searched for the salmon, and I cut it off. It was ugly.

  "You will not pick a fish as ugly as you curse."

   "Although ugly but expensive, there is still a market."

  Come on, the little girl will really find something in common. To say that Zhong Cuizhe and Mr. Ali are poor mouths, and Luo Xinsi is a model of cursing people without dirty words.

She is still doing her own signature moves, in a daze. Her daze is when the brain is running at a high speed. Although boss Lu’s private life is unbearable, they still have to do a good job of designing after receiving orders from others. The work of the designer satisfies the demands of Party A. , Such a Party A, just seeing him knows that it is not good to communicate, has a bad temper, does not look like a normal person, and is paranoid. No wonder Mr. Ali just painted the skeleton of the VIP room and the lobby, and he just didn’t proceed. Design description, it turns out that boss Lu has a story, but Mr. Ali had an emotional accident in his heart at the time, so: there is no way to start.

   "Brother Ali, are you telling me the truth, did you deliberately not draw this project?"

  The little girl suddenly turned her head, looking at him straight with both eyes, which really shocked him.

  “Mainly, it’s too difficult, I can’t accept it emotionally, but the price is good and there’s no way. No, I’m here to ask you for help. Your copywriting is good. This kind of style is suitable for you.”

  Luo's small face pulled the old man, "I hate people who abandon their wives and children." Some nausea is engraved in the DNA. Every time you see such a thing, the DNA will be agitated, and if one is not careful, it will run away.

  Since no words, Mr. Ali did not know what to say for a while, so he moved the chair back and prepared to return to his seat.

   "Use the Q version of Lu Yu, plus auspicious words."

  Mr. Ali looked at her carefully, Luo Xin seemed calm.

   "He will give him Lu Yu if he wants home, but he has to sting his nerves at all times, so that he can redeem his fault in this warm atmosphere."

Knowing what she said, just draw it, Mr. Ali nodded and agreed. When she returned to her seat, the little girl was still in a daze. She was still playing a small theater in her mind. Many ideas clashed with each other to produce the final finalist. The emotions that can penetrate into the bone marrow are often imprinted with history. Luo Xin seems to feel that it is Boss Lu’s PTSD. He wants to go home after the trauma. The family has developed into a nightmare. When the nightmare stops him, when he wakes up from a dream, he should fall asleep. Nothing.

Since he only wanted to put his soul on him, he borrowed from the traditional courtyard architecture model, and shaped his peach blossom in a closed appearance and opened to the inner courtyard, cutting the teahouse out of the daily city, independent of the city, and wandering outside of the soul. .

  There is an architect Roland.Rainer in Austria, who once expressed the praise of Chinese architecture:

  In the three to four thousand years, hundreds of millions of people have been living a cultivated life in a relatively small area. Their world is not built with machines but gardens.

  Luo Xin seems to intend to learn from her, her copywriting is cultivation and gardening.

  Copywriting:

Tea,

  Fragrant leaves, buds.

  Music, love the monk’s family.

   Grind and carve white jade and weave red yarn.

  Fried yellow stamens, and turn the bowls into lichen flowers.

  Invite Mingyue to accompany Mingyue after night, and order Zhaoxia before morning.

  Wash out the tirelessness of ancient and modern people, and it is unreasonable to boast about being drunk.

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   Yuan Zhen

   "You, got a pagoda poem?"

  Although Alice is quite critical of Boss Lu, she is even more gossip about what kind of copywriting Luo Xin uses to treat such a paid party but bad moral character.

  "Pagoda Town River Monster."

  Alice can’t laugh anymore, the little girl has started to use her swearing without dirty words to the fullest. Doesn’t it mean to use this pagoda poem to Zhenlu boss? Thanks to her idea.

   "You really are!"

  "Please, will you be able to make contact with the order next time?"

   "I didn't pick it up, but the bones picked it up!"

  "Sister, I’m a businessman, boss Lu’s bid is double our design fee!"

  After listening to the conversation between the two of them, the white bone spirit came over in high heels.

   "I know, boss Lu said when I went with Brother Ali today."

   "Say it? What did he say?"

   "He said that the design fee was doubled! Didn't he sell the real estate business? Is he still so rich?"

   "Sold a lot of money! He sells land! It's not radish and cabbage. The most of our hundreds of thousands is pocket money for him."

   Luo Xin seemed to underestimate Boss Lu. Even if he is not the boss of a real estate company, he is still rich.

   "He didn't know that the hundreds of thousands he gave us were doubled, this time it's good, quadruple! Design your own ideas!"

  The white bone spirit turned and left, Luo Xin seemed to have his eyes widened, joking, so much money! Work hard! Mr. Ali got a lot of energy when he heard it, and he came over after paddling his chair and holding the computer.

   "Scratching a chair is enough to damage the floor, you also add a computer! The company floor should not be scratched by you sooner or later!"

  "Can you be sympathetic to the sad person!"

   "No! If you don't work well, get out!"

  The white bone spirit turned around and left. Mr. Ali was desperately fanning in front of his nose. Who was going to kill with the smell of perfume?

  "Don't you think she sprays too much perfume?"

  (End of this chapter)