Restart the Flying Age

? With the large-scale entry of various well-known companies under the Mitsui Consortium, China Xia has indeed ushered in a period of rapid growth in August.

With the dual introduction of capital and technology, state-owned enterprises and private enterprises in many places are radiating new vitality.

Although there is no shortage of tricks here, due to the existence of competition, overall, a lot of water is still squeezed out.

After all, as long as the team of state-owned enterprises and local governments are not too stupid, they all know the truth of ‘snipe and clam fight, fisherman’s profit’.

And Wu Tao took the two children in various scenes and occasions, and it really made the two children feel more calm after seeing the world.

Towards the end of August, Xiaojiang and Heidan are about to start school, and they must return to Beijiang.

Aunt Hua specially put down her official duties and flew back to Jinling to take a look at the capital.

After talking to her son, Aunt Hua confessed a few more words with Song Guanghui, and then watched the two children get into the car with Zhao Fu and walk away, tears in her eyes couldn't help but fall.

Standing next to Wu Tao smiled and joked, "Why, Aunt Hua, do you feel sorry for me making the black eggs darker?"

Aunt Hua hurriedly wiped her tears. When she looked at Wu Tao, she found his ridiculous and abusive expression. She couldn't help but whispered, "You kid knows to tease you Auntie!"

"...But I really didn't expect that in less than a month, the black egg looked like he had grown up, and his eyes were introverted and calm, and he didn't look like a teenager at all."

"...Although this child talks less, but I understand my son, and I am holding back a fierce force in my heart."

Wu Tao's eyes shot a look of expectation and said, "Aunt Hua, the black egg child, you don't have to worry about it. If Xiao Jiang can be half motivated by the black egg, my parents will probably wake up with a smile in his dreams."

Aunt Hua looked at him with beautiful eyes and said: "Brother Wu and sister-in-law have such a wonderful son like you, so satisfied!" After speaking, he pulled Wu Tao's arm and said, "Go, go home and make you a delicious meal. ."

"Oh ho," Wu Tao said with an expectant smile, "then we are really good fortune tonight..."

Villa No. 2 in the Royal Garden.

With the arrival of Aunt Hua, there was a lot of fun.

Not only An Rong came back for dinner, but also Ding Tiantian, who had been running for several months, also rarely returned. It seemed as if the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion was ushered in advance in the villa.

Especially when you put the mooncakes bought in advance in the middle of the table, the atmosphere is more similar.

Ding Tiantian was very excited, and she specially pulled Aunt Hua to express her gratitude, "Aunt Hua, you are so kind to me, knowing that I will not be back on the Mid-Autumn Festival on September 2, so I can make so many delicious foods for me..."

Aunt Hua smiled and said with a big spoon: "I am honored to be too late to cook a meal for a big star."

Wu Tao, who came over to serve food, smiled and joked: "Aunt Hua, how many times have you said this sentence? You made this meal for both the big star and the general manager. Look at them one by one. strength."

Looking back, Wu Tao ridiculed Ding Tiantian and said: "You are silly Baitian, and you will believe Aunt Hua's words. Others pretend to believe, and are happy to keep Aunt Hua busy so they can follow along and enjoy the happiness."

Unexpectedly, Ding Tiantian, who has always been obedient to Wu Tao, changed the image of a gentle goddess and kicked herself silently.

"Hey~" Wu Tao was also an accident. He didn't expect to hide at all. After being kicked, he realized that the toe of the shoe was really a little bit hard, so he complained to Aunt Hua, "Aunt Hua, look at how foolish Baitian kicked me!"

Aunt Hua busily said without looking back: "How is it possible? I don't know what kind of girl Tiantian is when you are Aunt Hua? If it's Rongrong kicking you, she can't bear to kick you!"

"Yes!" Ding Tiantian agreed triumphantly, looking at Wu Tao with a helpless look, her heart swelled.

But when Wu Tao got out of the kitchen, Ding Tiantian recollected it and said, "Aunt Hua, what do you mean by this!"

"What do I mean, do you need to talk?" Aunt Hua said with a joke.

Wu Tao returned to the living room. Not long after sitting down, he saw Song Zhuang walk in solemnly: "Boss, David, the owner of Villa 11, is visiting."

Wu Tao was puzzled, "Do I know this person?"

Song Zhuang shook his head, "It's a foreigner. According to his subordinates' observations, he has just moved into 11 villas a month ago."

"How is your usual performance?"

"In-depth briefing, there is usually no communication." Song Zhuanghui reported, "For more details, you have to ask other people to know."

Wu Tao stood up and stood up: "No, since the guests took the initiative to come to me, I am a little bit unreasonable without seeing the door behind closed doors. Ask them to go through the side door to my study room upstairs."

In the study, seeing this daredevil David, Wu Tao was a little disappointed when he was surprised.

It seems that this is a greasy middle-aged man at all, it's just a foreign version.

A short curly hair curled up like a bird's nest. The dress of suspenders and trousers + shirt is really old-fashioned and old-fashioned.

As for the name David, Wu Tao even suspected that it was just a pseudonym for the other party. After all, there are too many foreigners calling this name.

But when Wu Tao found out that Song Zhuang had brought people in, he took the initiative to stand behind him and did not leave. He suddenly realized that this greasy foreigner in front of him seemed difficult.

"David?" Wu Tao walked around the desk and proactively stretched out his hand. "You are welcome to come to the mansion as a guest."

When it comes to English, even the rhetoric is much more civilized.

However, the other party's language is more particular, even between the words, with a special slang flavor.

"Thank you, Huaxia Wu, to be precise, my full name is David Rothschild."

It was so spicy, Wu Tao felt 10,000 alpaca galloping past in an instant.

Who would have thought that the descendant of the Rothschild family was such a greasy middle-aged man?

Although this descendant may not be the only one in front of ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, this pair of respectful looks is indeed a family honor under a prestigious reputation.

"Why, Mr. Wu is disappointed with our appearance?"

"Honestly," Wu Tao nodded, "Excuse me for offending, it's a bit."

The eyes on the greasy round face suddenly converged, and Wu Tao even felt the heartstrings of Song Zhuang and the other's bodyguard behind him were stretched at the same time.

Immediately David laughed loudly, "It is indeed the famous Hua Xia Wu who has entered the sight of major consortia in the world! Get to know him again, David Rothschild, thirty-five years old, the sixth generation descendant of the Rothschild family, Ender Riel’s behind-the-scenes boss."

"Hua Xia Wu, Wu Tao's Wu, Wu Tao's Tao." Wu Tao shook hands with the other side again, "Dare to ask the Agnelli consortium has gone home, Mr. Rothschild, you stay here, what else can you advise?"

"Call me David!" David spread his hands: "It is no exaggeration to say that the reason why I have stayed in China until now is to meet you..."