The Richest Man Starts From Falling In Love

"Sit whatever you want, anyway, your dad's office."

"I'll order food for you."

Entering the office, Chu Yao said casually, calling to arrange cooking in the kitchen.

She entered the door behind Chu Yao, hesitated for a moment, deliberately did not close the door, and kept it open at an angle of about forty-five degrees.

Sitting upright on the sofa by myself, washing the cups and drinking tea.

Chu Yao noticed her little gesture of not closing the door, and couldn't help secretly applauding it.

Lao Jiang's tutor is really good.

Both elegant and graceful.

There is also a sense of self-protection.

Although this sense of proportion is far from her father's level, it has also laid the foundation.

After all, he is still young.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet, how high are you?"

Chu Yao sat on the boss chair behind the desk, chatting casually.

"16 years old, third year in high school, Jiang Xiaokui, my dad's Jiang, Tang Xiaoxing's youngest, Sunflower's Kui."

she said softly.

A slightly chic introduction.

very skilled.

He must have introduced himself like this before.

Chu Yao heard a familiar name - "Tang Xiaoxing".

It quickly occurred to me that it was the traffic artist on Weibo who had secretly licked himself before and added WeChat.

Later, he also sent a few WeChat messages, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Occasionally, if I see it, if I am in the mood, I will reply, if I am not in the mood, I will not reply.

What is there to talk about with a man?

Three flats are not as good as one circle?

Madam disgusting.

"Tang Xiaoxing?"

"Is it Tang Xiaoxing, the beauty of the prosperous age?"

"Are you still chasing stars?"

Chu Yao smiled and asked three times in a row.

Jiang Xiaokui nodded: "Yeah, actually I rarely follow stars, but he... is so handsome, emmm..."

Chu Yao: ...

Suddenly I don't want to talk anymore.

I have never had a good impression of fanatical fangirls, but I didn't expect to see a live one today.

I wanted to teach her a few words, but it was definitely useless.

Furthermore, why should I educate others?

"Chasing stars should be more rational and moderate. It's not that it's bad, but it's too late."

After thinking about it, Chu Yao casually said something perfunctory, so he didn't plan to say this again.

Jiang Xiaokui giggled.

"Don't worry, I'm very sensible. I'm not an idiot. The post-00s chasing stars are not as stupid as you post-80s."

"I am born in the 90s!"

Chu Yao gave a dry cough and solemnly reminded him.

"Okay, uncle!"

she says.

Chu Yao glanced at her, shook his head and smiled, but said nothing.

"Actually, there are only a few who are fanatical. You know, most of the fans, hehe, at least as far as I know, we are all very skittish. We will chase whoever is handsome or popular."

"Besides, it's not really a matter of life or death. I don't know if you understand this feeling. Have you ever played with the producer? It's like that kind of... raising a mobile phone pet, oh yes, just like you guys The feeling of boys playing online games to raise characters."

"Also, a lot of fan leaders are doing it just to make money and make money. They sell merchandise, autographs, and group photos. They use the banner of idols to earn their own money."

Probably because she realized that she was a "star chasing girl", Chu Yao was not very happy. She explained enthusiastically and took the initiative to prove herself.

Chu Yao:?

Still have this kind of operation?

Now post-00s, are they all so good at playing?

Even chasing stars has played so many tricks.

Young people don't talk about martial arts, and treat "stars" as tools.

However, it can be regarded as a passive confrontation against the harsh environment of the entertainment industry.

In fact, it is not the act of "chasing stars" that is stupid,

But those who are really stupid.

Wherever there is identity and information asymmetry, there must be "leeks" and "dog villages."

"Then what kind are you?"

Thinking about this, Chu Yao continued to chat with her on this topic.

"I'm from Yunyangliu, so I'm tired of doing my homework. Look at him, he's good-looking, and he's a buddhist chasing stars."

"Oh, by the way, part of the reason is to make friends, real friends."

"Without idols, it's like playing a game hero without a skin. It's a shame that you don't have face, and you have nothing to chat with."

Her language and logic abilities were indeed inherited by Jiang Zhenhua.

Very accurate.

Also very image.

Chu Yao nodded.

I felt like I was being taught a little lesson by this little girl.

The name of the course——taking Jiang Xiaokui as an example, discussing the star-chasing views of some post-00s girls.

In the various high-intensity chats recently, Chu Yao has seen another perspective from everyone's thinking and language.

Thousands of people, thousands of ideas.

Some are similar to themselves.

Some contradict themselves.

However, Chu Yao feels that he is now cultivating a kind of thinking that is open, compatible, critical and absorbing.

The crowd is the market.

The idea of ​​the crowd is the demand of the market.

To be a successful businessman, you need to have a deep understanding of the needs of the crowd, at least some of them.

Products that can be popular in the market must be derived from the precise control of human nature.

Just like the Internet and hardware field, the famous saying that was jointly praised by Jobs and Zhang Xiaolong and sent to the altar-the product manager is a person who stands beside God.

Ah.

Unknowingly, his thinking diverged. Thinking of this, Chu Yao subconsciously wanted to reach for a cigarette.

But suddenly thinking that there are still children around, he held back abruptly.

"Well said, it inspired me a bit."

"Give you a reward?"

Chu Yao looked at her with a smile.

Ok?

"What reward?"

Jiang Xiaokui asked with a little doubt, but also a little vigilance.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. This is the third motto in my dad's sayings.

"As a reward... How about giving you ten copies of the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation, plus ten copies of Huanggang secret papers and ten copies of Hengshui real papers?"

As Chu Yao said, he couldn't help laughing out loud, the laughter was "rampant".

Jiang Xiaokui was dumbfounded.

Feeling a kind of social beating.

Isn't this too cruel?

"No, no, uncle, handsome brother, I was wrong, really wrong, you skr is cruel."

"As long as there are only five years of college entrance examination and three years of simulation, people will recognize it."

"Plus Huanggang and Hengshui, bald head warning, bald head warning..."

She could see that Chu Yao was joking and teasing herself, and she simply laughed at herself, and immediately confessed.

Suddenly it became lively.

Chu Yao also smiled and took out his phone.

"Okay, stop teasing you, let's be honest, I have Tang Xiaoxing's private WeChat account here, do you want to meet?"

Ok?

Wow!

Jiang Xiaokui was obviously agitated, and said doubtfully, "Really?"

Chu Yao smiled and clicked on WeChat.

"Of course it is."

"But we can't give you the WeChat ID, so as not to affect your study."

"Video at most, or ask him for an autographed photo or something."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaokui jumped to the table immediately, her eyes full of little stars.

"Okay, okay, then... can you help me get... a hundred autographed photos?"

Ok?

Chu Yao was taken aback.

"Why so much?"

Jiang Xiaokui stuck out her tongue and said eloquently, "Once I get it, I'll take it to the school auction and sell it to our classmates, and then add two to one to make five, and give you half."

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