Restart the Flying Age

Tao Changxuan hung up the phone, and he also let out a long sigh of relief.

In this call, even if Wu Tao is overseas, he can still feel the strength and pressure.

Sometimes it's really hard to imagine that a brat boy would actually be so afraid of it.

Raising his head, facing Leng Ning’s tongue-out and unbelievable expression, Tao Changxuan spread his hands and said, “Look, I said earlier, the boss wouldn’t agree to plan A. Isn’t he still being pushed back?”

Leng Ning sorted out the files in his hand, and frowned, "Will the boss be too paranoid? I think the effect of plan A is acceptable to users."

Tao Changxuan simply touched the phone and said, "How about you call the boss?"

Leng Ning waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile: "Forget it."

Whether it is provoking the authority of the boss, or as a supervisor, who should not go beyond the manager's position, she can't make this call.

Tao Changxuan put his hands together on Wei Wei's belly and said, "Actually, what the boss said is also right. I can't bear that little flaw. Since I can achieve perfection, why not try my best to perfect it? Stop at perfection. !"

Set the tone, Tao Changxuan immediately began to make arrangements, "You will contact Tanaka immediately to re-convene the technical review meeting. I will first say hello to Ericsson and Alcatel, prepare with both hands, and implement the boss's opinions as soon as possible."

"I'm going now." Leng Ning nodded, twisted and left.

Sapporo Airport, Hokkaido.

Wu Tao and his party dragged a long line out from the airport.

In Hokkaido in the summer, the sky is as blue as washing, and when I look into the distance, no matter how much gloom and unhappiness is in my heart, it suddenly brightens.

Suddenly, Wu Tao wanted to sing a song of loess and high slopes, although there is neither loess nor high slopes here.

Some are just the same breadth and breadth.

The autumn breeze wrapped in the heat wave blows over, lifting up the corners of the women's clothes and silk scarves, glowing with a wave-like beauty.

The blazing sun shines on everyone, making everyone's figure transparent.

The graceful figure, looming under the autumn wind and scorching sun, presents a unique sense of beauty.

A small minibus-sized business model shuttles through the streets of Hokkaido. From time to time, passing by the sea of ​​undulating terrain, as if walking on a country road.

Even Wu Tao's mood was completely relaxed.

In the car, under the leadership of Wenhui, everyone sang together, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

Wu Tao finally stopped being stern, An Rong handed over a soft candy wrapped in anime candy paper, and her slender eyelashes blinked with agile beauty.

There is a girl, Joss, what kind of bicycle do you need?

Wu Tao didn't reach out to pick it up, but just snarled her mouth and motioned for her to peel it off and feed herself.

An Rong kicked him impenetrably with her feet, and in the end she peeled off the sugar paper with her lush white fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing on the springy soft candy, Wu Tao opened the window of the car, held up the camera, and slapped it against the boundless field outside the window.

Hokkaido in the 90s, recorded in Wu Tao's camera, reveals a lot of original beauty.

On the way from the airport to Noboribetsu, Wu Tao took a lot of beautiful photos that could be used as a computer desktop.

Until the car entered the vicinity of Hell Valley, the old hot spring street with regional characteristics appeared in front of you.

There are row upon row of modern hot spring hotels and unique hot spring villas.

Seeing this, Wu Tao remembered to ask Rena Fujiwara, "Is there a private bath in the hot spring where we stayed today?"

"What is private soup?" Wen Hui interposed when he heard the words.

Rena Fujiwara in the front row explained: "The private bath is the kind of private bath located in the bungalow."

Wen Hui and the women in the delegation were immediately interested.

After all, girls in the 90s are still very traditional in their bones. If they were really allowed to take a bath towel and soak in a hot spring with men and even old men in a large pool, they would rather not soak.

However, what Wu Tao meant when asked about it, obviously did not lie in this.

Fujiwara Rena seemed to see Wu Tao's intentions, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly and said, "Don't worry, Wu Sang, I have arranged everything."

The car drove through Wenquan Old Street and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous courtyard.

A crowd of people filed in, only to realize that there was a hole in the sky. The whole annex is built in accordance with the water potential of the hot springs.

The architectural style is quite Tang-style, and the layout of the rooms still has a Japanese taste.

Seeing the quiet and elegant environment here, everyone in the delegation, along with An Rong and Zhao Li, all forgot to be hungry, and one by one was attracted to this place.

Nowadays, domestic resorts have just begun to become popular. But the uniqueness and naturalness here are unmatched by domestic resorts.

In the meantime, I feel relaxed and happy.

Look at the world wide.

Lunch is arranged in a wide corridor, and everyone sits opposite each other around a Japanese-style low table, lined up.

Although it is the scorching early autumn, the whole hot spring pavilion, relying on the mountains of Hell Valley, is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is a cool breeze.

It's just that the air seems to be filled with a faint smell of volcanic ash, which is not beautiful.

This is so, everyone still feels very good, and everyone is filled with the ease and enjoyment of vacation.

At lunch, Rena Fujiwara talked about the room arrangement with everyone.

This annex has two bungalows with private baths, and there are three larger baths for men, women and mixed baths.

Wen Hui and others felt relieved when they heard it.

When they really arrived at this place, they realized how extravagant it is to enjoy private soup. In such an environment, they are already very satisfied with having an isolated soup pond.

After lunch, everyone went back to their rooms.

Fujiwara Rena takes Wu Tao, An Rong and Zhao Li to the main bungalow.

An Rong visited for a while, and she was both happy and upset in her heart.

Happily, the layout of the suites here is similar to that of the New Otani Hotel. Everyone can have their own room.

To my chagrin, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the private soup in the suite is in the public area. If you want to soak in hot springs, you can only do so by wrapping a bath towel under someone's eyelids. It's really...not beautiful!

Wu Tao saw it, but was quite satisfied, and thanked Rena Fujiwara for an unprecedented number of times.

Rena Fujiwara left wittily and went back to the second bungalow next to it.

An Rong pressed her lips and took up the best room as her part. However, Zhao Li could see far enough, but when she glanced at Wu Tao, she was full of deep meaning.

"Or, I'll go live with Miss Rena, I believe she won't mind."

Zhao Li is so sensible, Wu Tao is naturally keen.

Unexpectedly, An Rong was unwilling, "Don't, Lili, there is enough room here, why should you bother Miss Linai? Stay and accompany me in the hot spring, okay?"

Wu Tao sighed, alas, it fell short!

Zhao Liai shrugged helplessly, and it was self-explanatory, ‘Look, I don’t want to help you, right? ’