Chapter 265 Looking for the Chicken Soup Master

After talking speculatively with Aunt Hua for a long time, they finally discussed the opening of the beauty salon.

After these days of growing up and being independent, Aunt Hua has formed her own ideas.

So most of the time, Wu Tao just interspersed with a few supplementary sentences, based on his impression of the operation of the beauty salon in his previous life and some conventional practices, to give advice to Aunt Hua and help her improve her thinking.

This communication made Wu Tao a little thirsty.

Looking back, the bunch of grapes that belonged to him had already been carried by Fang Yuan, and more than half of them had been wiped out.

"Fang, I can't stop talking to you!"

Fang Yuan didn't take it seriously, instead she held her head high and shouted, "Uncle, look at my cousin bullying me again..."

In this situation, what can Wu Binghua say? I can only teach my son a lesson, saying that you are a cousin after all, so you have to give in to your cousin and so on.

Exactly the same as when I was a child.

No creativity.

Having nothing to eat, Wu Tao simply chatted with his father.

"Dad, I have selected the site of the factory today. It won't be long before the construction of the factory building and office road can be put on the agenda."

As soon as he heard that there was work to be done soon, Wu Binghua's brows relaxed immediately, and he didn't secretly worry about his son's project investment of several hundred million yuan.

"No problem, Zhonghai's decoration team and the decoration team here just stopped working, and the construction team on the construction site at the small commodity market also stopped. I, more than a hundred people, all voted for your construction site..."

Wu Tao shook his head and smiled wryly, "Dad, I'm afraid such a small number of people is not enough."

"What, how big a factory building do you want to build, so many people are not enough?" As a contractor, I am most afraid of being told that I don't have enough people.

"My cousin wants five or six thousand acres of land~" Fang Yuan interjected.

Wu Tao stared, "Eating can't stop your mouth!"

Turning around, Wu Binghua has already stood up, "Xiaotao, you have such a large piece of land, if there is a mistake in the project, it will be a loser, a hot potato, and you won't be able to throw it away at that time! "

"Dad, I'm not stupid. I'll occupy such a large piece of land first. The factory building must be built in phases, and the first phase of the project will be up to 1,000 mu in scale."

Hearing this, Wu Binghua's expression finally recovered a bit. 1,000 mu is the size of the small commodity market, and the phased construction is also conducive to timely stop losses.

Wu Tao couldn't change his own way of thinking that he didn't think about winning in everything, but thinking about losing first.

However, the phased construction of the factory was a plan he had planned long ago, and it wasn't all for comforting his father.

Aunt Hua, who had been gossiping with An Rong all the time, interjected when she saw this, "Brother, in the past year or so, Xiao Tao's idea has never been unexpected, I believe him."

Well, even other people believe in their own son, so it doesn't make sense to be a parent, not as good as a bystander?

Thinking of this, Wu Binghua stopped worrying blindly, and instead put his mind on the project.

That's what he likes.

"When will you get this land? I'll take someone to see the terrain then."

"Okay, wait for my call."

After eating in the beauty salon, the three left.

The afternoon sun is getting hotter and hotter, just going back to take a nap. Thinking of this, Wu Tao couldn't help yawning.

Unexpectedly, An Rong's cell phone rang again.

"It's disgusting, Wang Yao came to remind me again..."

Wu Tao also felt annoyed, but thinking that this guy would still have a chance to get close to An Rong after school started, he decided to defeat him in one fell swoop.

It's done.

"Then go and have a look, anyway, idle is idle."

When Wu Tao said that, An Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Wu Tao bought this phone, and it is always used to answer calls from other boys. What's the matter?

After answering the phone, the three of them knew that the place Wang Yao rented to run the magazine was also in Ninghai Building.

Not long after, the car stopped at the gate of Ninghai Building.

The three entered the door without even using the elevator, and went straight to Wang Yao's so-called magazine office.

Usually the first floor of this office building is not very easy to rent. Because there is no lighting and it is dark, it makes people feel oppressed invisibly.

It seems that although the Wang family gave their son some money, the amount was limited.

Sure enough, as soon as the three of them entered the door, when Wang Yao came up to greet him, his expression was a little unnatural and unconfident.

Seeing Wu Tao appear, I felt even more guilty.

"An Rong, although the conditions here are a bit poor now, my dad often told me that in the early days of starting a business, we should carry forward the style of hard work, simplicity, diligence and frugality. When the magazine grows bigger in the future, we will move into high-end office buildings..."

"Hehe~" An Rong laughed, and Wang Yao's face froze when he heard it.

This is still not confident! Wu Tao thought to himself, but didn't say anything.

On the contrary, Fang Yuan curled her lips with a look of disdain.

After all, following her cousin these days, Fang Yuan's vision has also improved a lot.

In her opinion, there is nothing unusual about such a small fight.

Wang Yao led the three of them inside, and there were already five or six people working in the dark office.

The leader was a young man with long bangs, standing in the aisle, with an awkward posture that wanted to greet him but couldn't let go of his figure.

From this appearance, one can see that he is a literary and artistic youth.

"An Rong, this is Brother Cao, the editor-in-chief I paid a lot of money for."

Wenyi Cao pushed up his glasses, saw the appearance of An Rong and Fang Yuan clearly, his eyes gleamed green.

Seeing this, Wu Tao took the lead to block between the two. Although this is not friendly, it has to be guarded against.

"Brother Cao, please tell my friends about the positioning and selling points of our magazine." When it comes to professional matters, Wang Yao can't tell at all. So we can only push out the literature and art.

Wenyi Cao flicked the bangs in front of his forehead, only to realize that this action was a bit of a petty gesture.

She pretended to clear her throat and said, "Our magazine for boys and girls mainly focuses on middle school students. With delicate writing style and in-depth brushwork, we can touch the emotional world deep in their hearts."

When Wu Tao heard the voice, he felt that it was impossible.

Now children are strictly watched by their parents, who would dare to openly buy this kind of love magazine?

What's more, for more than a hundred years in modern times, the vague emotions of these boys and girls can't be clearly explained, and you can touch it with a broken magazine?

An Rong seemed to agree with what he thought, and replied, "I'm afraid no one would dare to buy this kind of magazine, right?"

Fang Yuan simply grinned, expressing that it was ridiculous.

Seeing that people didn't buy this rhetoric, the man of literature and art quickly remedied: "We will also invite some famous experts to write columns and interact with middle school students readers. For example, the popular Chicken Soup Master Tao is still very popular, and many middle school students like it all."

An Rong immediately covered her mouth.

Fang Yuan simply couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, which confused Wenyi Nan and Wang Yao.

Only Wu Tao was serious, "Are you still familiar with Tao Sheng?"

The man of literature and art straightened his breasts, "I have a little friendship with him, and it's just a piece of cake to invite him."

Wu Tao shook his head, "I think he might not have time to talk to you."

"Why? How do you know?" The literary man was puzzled, and Wang Yao was even more puzzled, "That's right, why?"

"No reason, because I am still the sound of the waves, the so-called master of chicken soup!"