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

At least Wu Tao felt that with his thin face, it was not difficult to do this.

But the two are tired of being together all day long, and there is not much need. I really want to think about Qingqing, I don't need to be in the same class to show others.

It's a good place to live!

Besides, distance produces beauty.

Although An Rong is beautiful enough, and she is handsome enough, no one will have too much beauty like this, right?

The lunch is still solved in the skewer incense shop at the door, and Song Qiao's cooking skills are becoming more and more exquisite.

Even Wu Tao, who is used to eating chefs' skills, thinks it's very good. What's more, when I eat every day, there are some special things to see.

The small close-fitting objects with flowers and branches and swaying postures are really getting thinner and thinner, and more and more MINI.

Since the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the string of incense has been opened after the festival. The flow of customers in the store has steadily risen to a new level.

As for the snack street next to it, two more businessmen who are not afraid of death came, built two stores, and began to decorate on a large scale, ready to do a big job.

Now this kind of thing, even Song Qiao doesn't pay attention to it, let alone Aunt Hua who went to South Korea to investigate.

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

Since mastering the economic power of the family, the life of the old Song family is not only getting better and better, but Song Qiao is also paying more and more attention to himself, not to mention the fashionable clothes, the close-fitting small clothes are also dazzling, and even dozens of lipsticks are equipped at every turn.

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, she has this spare money to disguise herself.

"Boss, I think the development of Chuanchuan incense has reached a bottleneck until now. ”

"Huh?" Wu Tao responded, eating the braised fish beautifully, "What do you think?"

"I can't say it either, but should we go to the big city?" Song Qiao's tone was very modest, but his thoughts were not modest at all.

Dare to expand into big cities, this idea is not something ordinary people dare to move.

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

"It's right to have an idea, but have you ever thought about how many small stores like Chuanchuan incense have to be opened in big cities to form a scale effect?"

“…… Again, when we go to the big city, are there so many good locations and golden shops left for us?"

“…… What's more, when the city is larger and the population is larger, there will be more businessmen who are not afraid of death, and the competition will be much greater than in Beijiang. ”

"Is it just stopping like this?" Song Qiao pursed his red lips and took a sip of rice, looking unwilling.

Wu Tao shook his head, "Your idea of expanding to big cities is right, you might as well tell you that Aunt Hua will open stores in Jinling and Zhonghai in the next year." But it's not a string of incense, it's another business. ”

Song Qiao was puzzled, "But we don't understand anything except for making skewers of fragrant and spicy tang." ”

"Really? Wu Tao inspired, "What is this string of fragrant spicy tang like?"

"Hot pot, right?" Song Qiao said with a wit: "You mean, we have to build a large hot pot chain, right?"

"Alright, figure it out for yourself. Wu Tao finished eating, wiped his mouth, put down the dishes and chopsticks and went downstairs.

People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places.

Now Song Qiao's group of girls, the salary income in Beijiang is already very expensive.

After solving the problem of satiety and warmth, they also wondered how they could 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.

In the blink of an eye, on the weekend, just when Wu Tao almost forgot about Zhao Li's works, Wang Yongsheng's call came.

And it came in the middle of the night.

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

Confused, he touched Ericsson's mobile phone, connected the phone, and just fed it, Wang Yongsheng's excited voice that almost jumped up came: "I read the work you sent, it's very good!"

"What time is it, Elder Wang?"

"You don't care what time it is, you listen to me. The story of this work is good, and there are highlights. The more important painting style is also innovative.,Let me see the hope of Guoman!"

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

"You kid, why aren't you happy at all? Do you know what that means?"

"Isn't that the hope of Guoman?"

"Let's not talk about it first,More importantly,I'm full of confidence in the advent of our first issue of the magazine! Don't tell you,Now many people are not optimistic about me re-running comic magazines,I feel that the prospects of the domestic market are unclear,Guoman has no hope......"

As soon as he heard this, Wang Yongsheng seemed to be about to talk to himself, but Wu Tao decisively interrupted: "Elder Wang, do you think I am qualified to meddle in the things organized by the comic club?"

Wang Yongsheng was stunned for a moment, "It turns out that your kid is waiting for me here!" and then said indifferently: "Listen to you, I will speed up the preparation progress and strive for the first issue, which will be published at the end of this month!"

"So fast, Elder Wang?" Wu Tao was suddenly surprised.

Wang Yongsheng said in the tone of a person who has come from the past: "The enthusiasm of readers is also the source of inspiration for cartoonists. If such a good work is not published soon, I am afraid that the author's inspiration will quickly dry up, and if it breaks, it will be a pity. ”

In fact, Wu Tao has helped Zhao Li improve the outline of this story, but it will not be broken.

However, what Wang Lao said is also right, the enthusiastic response of readers can indeed stimulate the inspiration of creators.

Maybe Zhao Li will be able to play a long time and draw some unexpected highlights and features, maybe it will be possible.

"Okay, Elder Wang, you are an expert in this area, you decide. But pay attention to your body, Wang Lao. ”

"You kid is just pretending, as if he was urging his life before, and now he is saying this again......"

Wu Tao yawned loudly, "Elder Wang, it's okay, I'll sleep first." ”

"Wait, I wrote some revisions on the work, and I'll send it to you tomorrow, you 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 Zhao Li's comic book publishing.

How did this leak out?

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

Some gossips, as soon as they are excited, with Zhao Li's temperament, I am afraid that they will announce the publication to the public.

As a result, when Zhao Li came, when she asked, it was really this reason.

However, this is not the end, during the evening self-study, Lu Wei came over and specially called 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 was Qiu Xiaotian's assignment?"

"I didn't!" Zhao Li said with a white neck: "I admit that this is my work to be published, and I just want to prove it to him!"