Chapter 182 Carrying Feelings and Hopes

In fact, it's not difficult if I really want to be in the same class as An Rong.

At least Wu Tao felt that with his thin face, it would not be difficult to accomplish this.

But it's not really necessary for the two of them to get tired of being together all day long. I really want to love each other, there is no need to show each other in the same class.

Your own place is fine!

Besides, distance creates beauty.

Although An Rong is already beautiful enough, and she is handsome enough, no one can think too much of beauty, right?

Lunch is still settled in the Chuan Chuan Xiang shop at the entrance, and Song Qiao's cooking skills are getting more and more exquisite.

Even Wu Tao, who is used to the cooking skills of chefs, thought it was pretty good. What's more, when eating every day, there are some special things to look at.

The flamboyant and swaying personal accessories are really getting thinner and more MINI.

Since the day of the eighth day of the eighth day, Chuan Chuan Xiang has opened after the festival. The customer flow in the store has steadily reached a new level.

As for the snack street next to it, two businessmen who are not afraid of death came, set up two storefronts, began to renovate extensively, and prepared to do a big job.

Even Song Qiao doesn't pay attention to this kind of thing now, let alone Aunt Hua who went to Korea for inspection.

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

Ever since she took control of the family's economic power, the life of the old Song family has not only gotten better and better, but Song Qiao has also paid more and more attention to herself. Not to mention the fashionable clothes, there are also a variety of small clothes that are close to the body, and there are even dozens of them. Lipsticks are provided.

Of course, this is not because she has the financial power and has the right to spend money for herself, but because she has more income, and she has this spare money to use for herself.

"Boss, I think the development of Chuan Chuan Xiang has reached a bottleneck."

"Huh?" Wu Tao responded, and ate deliciously with the braised fish in his sandwich, "What do you think?"

"I can't tell, but shouldn't we drive to big cities?" Song Qiao's tone was very modest, but her thoughts were not modest at all.

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

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

"It's right to have ideas, but have you ever thought about how many small stores like Chuan Chuan Xiang will have to open in big cities to form a scale effect?"

"...One more thing, when we arrive in a big city, are there still so many good locations and golden shops left for us?"

"...What's more, the bigger the city, the larger the population, and there will be more businessmen who are not afraid of death. The competition at that time will be much greater than in Beijiang."

"Could it be stopped like this?" Song Qiao sipped the rice with her red lips, and said unwillingly.

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 about Chuan Chuan Xiang, but another business."

Song Qiao was puzzled, "But we don't understand anything other than making skewers of spicy spicy soup."

"Really? You have to think about it carefully." Wu Tao enlightened, "What is this string of spicy spicy soup similar to?"

"Hot pot, right?" Song Qiao had an idea: "You mean, we have to set up a large hot pot chain, right?"

"Okay, let's figure it out." Wu Tao finished eating, wiped his mouth, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and went downstairs.

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

Now Song Qiao's group of girls earn a lot of money in Beijiang.

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

This is a good thing, there is no need for Wu Tao to stop it. Besides, this is also to make money for himself, so he is naturally happy to see it succeed.

In the blink of an eye, the weekend came, just when Wu Tao had almost forgotten about Zhao Li's work, Wang Yongsheng called.

And it came in the middle of the night.

Wu Tao was sleeping soundly when the cell phone on the bedside table rang twice, waking him up.

Dazedly, he picked up Ericsson's mobile phone, connected the phone, and just after feeding, Wang Yongsheng's excited voice that almost jumped up came: "I have read the work you sent, it is very good!"

"What time is it, Mr. Wang?"

"You don't care what time it is, you listen to me. The story of this work is good, and it is interesting. More importantly, the style of painting is also innovative, which makes me see the hope of Guoman!"

"I told you a long time ago!" Wu Tao's tone was flat, which was in stark contrast to Wang Yongsheng's yelling.

"You boy, why are you not happy at all? Do you know what that means?"

"Isn't it the hope of Guoman?"

"That aside, what's more important is that I am full of confidence in the launch of our first issue of the magazine! To tell you the truth, many people are not optimistic about my re-launch of comic magazines. They feel that the domestic market is uncertain. Hopeless..."

Hearing these words, Wang Yongsheng seemed to want to talk about his feelings with him, Wu Tao interrupted decisively: "Old Wang, do you think I have the right to intervene in the affairs organized by the comic book club?"

Wang Yongsheng hesitated, "So you are 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, Mr. Wang?" Wu Tao was suddenly surprised.

Wang Yongsheng said in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "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 dry up quickly. It would be a pity if it stops."

In fact, Wu Tao has already helped Zhao Li to perfect the outline of this story, so it won't be broken.

But Wang Lao is also right, readers' enthusiastic response can indeed stimulate the inspiration of creators.

Maybe at that time, Zhao Li will be able to play super long, and draw some bright features that she didn't expect, maybe.

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

"You kid is hypocritical. You were urging your life before, but now you say this again..."

Wu Tao yawned big, "Old Wang, it's nothing, I'm going to sleep first."

"Wait, I wrote some revisions on the work, and I will send it to you tomorrow, please pay attention to check it..."

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

One by one, most of them are talking about the publication of Zhao Lihua's comics.

How could this matter get leaked?

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

Some gossips, once agitated, with Zhao Li's temperament, I'm afraid they will announce the publication to the public.

As a result, when Zhao Li came and asked, it was indeed the reason.

However, this was not over yet. During evening self-study, Lu Wei came over and asked Zhao Li to talk.

When she 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 didn't!" Zhao Li said, poking at her fair neck, "I admit that this is a work I want to publish, and I just want to prove it to him!"

New week, first update. sleepy……