Restart the Flying Age

In fact, I really want to be in the same class with An Rong, which is not difficult.

At least Wu Tao feels that it is not difficult to do this with his own thin face.

But the two are tired and crooked all day long, and there is not much need for them. I really think about me and me, there is no need to show me and me in the same class.

My home is pretty good!

Besides, distance produces beauty.

Although An Rong is beautiful enough, and handsome enough, no one can dislike too many things like beauty, right?

The lunch is still settled in the Chuanchuanxiang shop at the door, and Song Qiao's cooking skills are becoming more and more exquisite.

Even Wu Tao, who is accustomed to the chef's craftsmanship, thinks it's pretty good. What's more, when eating every day, there are some special things to look at.

The gorgeous, swaying, close-fitting small objects are really getting thinner and thinner, and more and more MINI.

Since the eighth day of the eighth day, Chuanchuanxiang has opened after the holiday. The passenger flow in the store has steadily reached a new level.

As for the snack street next to it, two more businessmen who are not afraid of death came, opened two facades, and began to renovate heavily, preparing for a big deal.

Even Song Qiao doesn't pay attention to this kind of thing now, let alone aunt Hua who is visiting Korea.

However, after more than ten minutes of eating, Wu Tao found that Song Qiao began to have his own ideas.

Since taking control of the economic power of the family, the life of the old Song family has not only improved, but Song Qiao has also paid more and more attention to himself. Not to mention the fashionable clothes, the small personal clothes are also dazzling, and there are even dozens of them at every turn. The lipstick is equipped.

Of course, this is not because she has the economic power and the right to spend money on herself, but because she has a lot of income and she has this spare money to play herself.

"Boss, I think Chuanchuanxiang has encountered a bottleneck in its development until now."

"Huh?" Wu Tao answered, eating beautifully with braised fish in it, "What do you think?"

"I can't say that too, but should we drive to a big city?" Song Qiao's tone was very modest, but his thoughts were not modest at all.

The idea of ​​daring to expand into big cities is not something ordinary people dare to move.

After all, the bigger the city, the deeper the water.

"It's right to have an idea, but have you ever thought about how many small stores like Chuanchuanxiang will open in a big city in order to form a scale effect?"

"...One more thing, in the big city, there are still so many good locations and golden pavements, do you leave it to us?"

"...What's more, as the city is bigger and the population is larger, there will be more businessmen who are not afraid of death. By then, the competition will be much greater than in Beijiang."

"Does it just stop like this?" Song Qiao said with an unwilling expression on her red lips, taking a sip of rice.

Wu Tao shook his head, "Your idea of ​​expanding into big cities is right. I might as well tell you that Aunt Hua will open stores in Jinling and Zhonghai in the next year. But it's not a bunch of incense, but another business."

Song Qiao was puzzled, "But we don't understand everything except Chuan Chuan Xiang Mala Tang."

"Really? You think about it," Wu Tao enlightened. "What is this bunch of fragrant mala Tangs like?"

"Hot pot, right?" Song Qiao said cleverly: "You mean, we have to do a large hot pot chain, right?"

"Okay, figure it out for yourself." After Wu Tao finished eating, he wiped his mouth, put down his dishes and went downstairs.

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

Now Song Qiao’s group of girls earns a lot of money in Beijiang.

After solving the problem of fullness and warmth, they also wondered how they could go further.

This is a good thing, and Wu Tao doesn't need to stop it. Besides, this is also to make money for himself, and he is naturally happy to see it happen.

In a blink of an eye, it was the weekend, just when Wu Tao almost forgot about Zhao Li's work, Wang Yongsheng's call came.

And it came in the middle of the night.

Wu Tao was sleeping soundly, and the phone on the bedside table rang twice, awakening him.

Mi Mi touched the Ericsson phone with a stare, and connected to the phone. As soon as he heard a feed, Wang Yongsheng's almost jumping excited voice came and said: "I saw the work you sent, it's very good!"

"What time is it now, Mr. Wang?"

"Don't worry about what time it is, listen to me. The story of this work is good, it is interesting. The more important style of painting is also innovative, which shows me the hope of Guoman!"

"I told you a long time ago!" Wu Tao said lightly, in sharp contrast with Wang Yongsheng's yelling.

"You kid, why aren't you happy at all? Do you know what this means?"

"Isn't it the hope of Guoman?"

"Let’s leave it alone, and more importantly, I am full of confidence in the launch of our first issue of magazine! To tell you, many people are not optimistic about my re-launch of comic magazines, and feel that the domestic market prospects are unclear. Hopeless..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yongsheng seemed to be about to discuss his feelings with him, Wu Tao decisively interrupted: "Wang, then do you think I am qualified to intervene in the affairs of the comics agency?"

Wang Yongsheng stagnated, "So your kid is waiting for me here!" Then he said indifferently: "Listen to you, I will speed up the preparation process and strive for the first issue, which will be published by the end of this month!"

"So fast, Elder Wang?" Wu Tao was suddenly surprised.

Wang Yongsheng said in the tone of a person who came over: "The enthusiasm of readers is also the source of inspiration for cartoonists. If such a good work is not published as soon as possible, I am worried that the author's inspiration will quickly dry up. If it is broken, it would be a pity."

In fact, Wu Tao has helped Zhao Li complete the outline of this story, and it will not be broken.

But what Wang Lao said is right. The reader's enthusiastic response can indeed stimulate the creator's inspiration.

Maybe then Zhao Li can play for a long time and draw some highlights that she didn't expect, maybe.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, you are an expert in this area, so you decide. But pay attention to your body, Mr. Wang."

"You kid is hypocritical, and he used to urge his life before, but now he says this again..."

Wu Tao yawned greatly, "Elder Wang, it's okay, I'll go to bed first."

"Wait, I have written some comments on the work, and I will send it to you tomorrow. Please check it carefully..."

Back at school on Sunday night, Wu Tao heard a lot of discussions ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ all about Zhao Li.

One by one, they were probably talking about the publication of Zhao Li's cartoons.

Why did this matter leak out the news?

After thinking about it, he was relieved again. Zhao Li lives in the dormitory, and it is inevitable that people will find out about drawing cartoons every day.

There are some gossips, and if they are agitated, with Zhao Li's temperament, I am afraid they will publish this matter to the public.

As a result, when Zhao Li came, I asked, it turned out to be the reason.

However, this was not over yet. When he was studying in the evening, Lu Wei came over and called Zhao Li away to talk.

When he came back, Zhao Li's pretty face was still stubborn and unyielding.

Wu Tao turned his head and asked, "Did you say that this is the homework assigned by Qiu Xiaotian?"

"I don't!" Zhao Li said with a white neck, "I admit that this is the work I want to publish, and I just want to prove it to him!"