The cold wind penetrates into the bones and blows down all the flowers on the tree.
Ning Xi shook her head slightly and said, "It has nothing to do with Lei Fang. He is still trustworthy. I just don't know if the room is safe. I haven't checked it thoroughly yet. When it's just the two of us, we have to be careful!"
Wen Liang felt a bit of a headache. He still didn't know what happened during the time Ning Xi returned to the capital that made her so cautious, to the point of being paranoid.
He thought for a moment and said, "Ning Xi, is there anything I should know but don't know?"
Ning Xi stopped and turned around. Her eyes seemed even more lively and bright under the cover of the night. Her voice penetrated the hissing wind and gently penetrated into her ears and lungs.
"Silly boy, there are some things you can help me with, but there are some things I have to face on my own. Don't worry, you always say I'm a genius and beautiful girl from Wharton. As long as I want to do it, there's nothing I can't do!"
Wen Liang was reassured by Ning Xi's intelligence and emotional intelligence. He knew that she would not do anything without confidence. If the time came when he needed her help, she would definitely ask for it. She would not be like the male and female protagonists in those brainless idol dramas, hiding things from each other and hurting themselves and others in the end.
He raised his hand and said, "Okay, I surrender. We'll talk about this later. I forgot to ask you today, is your old man happy after eating Gu Ge's secret chili?"
Ning Xi saw through his evil intentions at a glance and said with a smile, "Don't bother yourself. I said I don't need your intervention at the moment, so don't beat around the bush and try to test my opinion."
Getting along with smart women is easy sometimes, but sometimes it can be a real headache. Wen Liang sighed, and the two walked outside side by side. Ning Xi opened the car door and suddenly smiled, "Your idea for Zixuan is good, I like it very much!"
"The debt of favor owed must be repaid!" Wen Liang shrugged his shoulders. He has always been clear about gratitude and grudges. He dragged Zhu Zixuan and Lei Fang into the matter of Baidu, so Ning Gaoke, the banker, let Lei Fang have a share. The same logic applies to Zhu Zixuan this time.
"Oh, why are you in such a hurry to explain? I didn't say anything!"
Neither Ning Xi nor Wen Liang would take the small property of the courtyard house seriously. They brought it up just because they felt the atmosphere was a bit heavy and they were just teasing. Wen Liang helped her close the car door, the car window rolled down, Ning Xi leaned on the window sill and said, "I know you don't like Zixuan's temper, but since you've asked, you should help take care of Zixuan more in the future. It's rare for the little girl to be interested in doing something serious. If she fails, she might be sad for a long time..."
Wen Liang lowered his head. From this angle, Ning Xi's slightly raised face showed an inexplicable tenderness. His heart ached for some reason. He smiled and said, "Zhu Zixuan is one year older than you, right? Why do you always act like a big sister in an old-fashioned way? This is a bad habit. You have to change it!"
"It's a habit I've developed since childhood. I can't change it after so many years. Even Lei Fang calls me Sister Xi. Of course, Zixuan is still a little girl." Ning Xi started the car and was about to leave when she turned back and asked, "Are you coming tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow the main focus is on pushing up the price. It won't be any use for me to go, so you just watch. I'm going to go see Fan Bo. It won't be long before the goods are ready to be shipped, and I need his cooperation!"
Ning Xi nodded and smiled at him, and the car instantly disappeared into the night in the distance!
Wen Liang stood there in silence for a long time, then turned around, sat on the steps outside the door, and looked up at the starry sky.
How long has it been since you looked at the starry sky above your head like this
I don't know how long it took, but I heard Baidu's voice behind me: "Mr. Wen, the wind is blowing. It's cold at night. Let's go back!"
Wen Liang turned his head. Baidu should have been here for a while. Her hair was a little messy from the wind, her pretty body was trembling slightly, and her lips were white from the cold, but she still stubbornly stayed outside the door with him.
But he didn't say anything. He smiled, stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, and went in with Baidu.
The next morning, Fan Bo was waiting downstairs of the company early, making all the employees who came to work feel terrified, thinking that some important person was coming to inspect the company. They were curious but dared not neglect it, and the work efficiency almost doubled. At around nine o'clock, Fan Bo respectfully accompanied Wen Liang in, and immediately countless eyes roamed over Wen Liang's face. You don't have to guess what they were muttering in their hearts. After entering the general manager's office, Wen Liang pretended to wipe his sweat and smiled, "Good man, this road is like going to the execution ground. One girl's eyes almost want to dissect me."
No matter how dumb Fan Bo was, he knew that Wen Liang was joking, and he wouldn't ask which girl like a fool. I laughed at her and said, "People in cultural media must have a strong curiosity to come up with good ideas. Otherwise, if they sit in the office seriously and give them a gourd, they can only draw a gourd according to it, which is bad."
Wen Liang laughed and said, "Teacher Fan, it seems that you have participated in many business activities recently, and your tongue has become much more fluent!"
"Thanks to Wen Shaofu, you are the one who helped me!" Fan Bo chuckled. He was a popular figure in the cultural circle of Beijing. He was truly "all the people he talked and laughed with were great scholars, and all the people he associated with were ordinary people." His circle and connections were expanding at a crazy speed, and he had to turn down countless dinner parties every day. However, Fan Bo was still sober enough at this time. No matter how much he enjoyed the spotlight and the attention of the public, he did not dare to be disrespectful to Wen Liang.
"Tell me, what is the total sales volume now?"
Fan Bo rattled off a series of numbers, and Wen Liang listened selectively. He learned that the sales of legitimate copies had exceeded 1.5 million copies, and with the massive anti-piracy campaign launched not long ago, it was expected that the number would exceed 10 million in the next ten days. The industry was currently optimistic about it, and it was estimated that it might eventually create a miracle in social books and reach a peak of 10 million copies.
Wen Liang shook his head and smiled: "Three million? Too conservative..."
Fan Bo knew that Wen Liang never spoke without a purpose, and his eyes immediately glowed green as he asked, "Mr. Wen, what do you mean?"
Wen Liang stretched out his right hand. Fan Bo's eyes almost popped out of his head and he stuttered, "Five... five million?"
This book sold 100,000 copies in the previous life, and Wen Liang spent so much resources and effort in this life, how could he possibly repeat this number? Although 100,000 copies is not a small number, but Han Xin has many generals, the more the better. No one would think that too much money is too hot, right
"Let's be conservative and say 5 million. I don't know what kind of terrible energy will be formed once the long-suppressed national enthusiasm explodes. I can't predict how far it will go!"
Fan Bo was at a loss, having no idea what Wen Liang was talking about.
The gentle gaze transcended the limitations of time and space. Six days later, on March 8, the second Taiwan Strait crisis broke out!
(I have had a cold for two days, and today I seem to have a fever. Please don’t blame me if the amount is small.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)