It's been two days since Fat Brother's speech-style press conference, but the heat of public opinion on the Internet has not subsided.

Enthusiastic netizens are even more excited, and rational netizens very much agree with his "don't kidnap morality", in short, China is his home field, and the media have reported that Xingyou mobile phone has taken advantage of the right time, place and people, and the domestic mobile phone market must have his piece of cake.

Who knew that since the night attack, Fat Brother's biggest dream is to kill back!

It's already August, and he also boasted that Haikou would send big red envelopes to employees, and if he didn't hurry up, he could only go to the breakfast shop to buy red envelopes.

In the next three months, Xinghuo's task is the domestic promotion of PUBG, and the mobile phone business department needs to develop a normal mobile phone for normal people, not any body enhancement version, and no signal enhancement version, this thing pits foreigners okay, and he really feels a little unable to sell it to his own people.

As for the task of the studio, it is to put out "Looking for the Workshop" a year ago, and then find a "good mother-in-law" to sell it, but the progress is stuck in the fat brother, he really has no resources in this area.

"Yo, isn't this Boss Huang!"

As soon as I entered the studio, I saw the old yellow-bearded man of the famous musical instrument company sitting in his office with a decadent face, waiting.

When Lao Huang heard this, his face became even more bitter: "I'm still a hammer boss, fortunately you helped me take over the recording studio, otherwise I wouldn't know where to ask for food." ”

"There are still three nails in the rotten ship, even if your recording studio is filmed by the bank, the remaining money is enough for you to save ten or eight years. ”

Lao Huang's face was full of disdain when he heard this: "If the bank auctions me and I have a fart money, I can't be clearer about the assets auctioned by the bank, and the assets worth 5 million can be auctioned away by 500,000 yuan!"

"It's okay, you can sign this deed of sale if you see that there is no problem, and you will be your own person in the future, and you will still be in charge of the recording studio. ”

Saying that the fat brother pushed over a labor contract on the table to Lao Huang, he considered hiring Lao Huang when he bought the recording studio, firstly, he is familiar with the way, and secondly, he is actually very solid professionally, but sometimes he is a bit cheap.

Lao Huang took the contract and didn't open it, his lips twitched, and in the end he didn't say anything, but stood up violently and bowed deeply to the fat brother!

"Eh, what are you doing, Lao Huang, hurry up!"

The fat brother didn't pay attention to Lao Huang to give him such a hand, and he received a big gift from him.

"I've heard Zhiyang say that you're a good person!"

The fat brother couldn't cry or laugh when he heard this: "Which little girl did you fuck this from, and when you are old, you still send good people cards everywhere! Also, don't bow your head!"

"Don't worry, I will never bow to difficulties, I will stand straight and live for everyone who sees my jokes!"

Lao Huang Zhong clenched his fists twenty-five degrees, looked up at the sky forty-five degrees and swore an oath.

"No, I'm afraid that the water in your head will spill out......"

Lao Huang: ............

There was still an hour before he got off work, and the fat brother had already driven the car to Xinghuo to pick up Han Yuyun home, and it was only halfway through the sky when it began to rain.

"Mr. Han, I'm downstairs, you can go downstairs. ”

After the fat brother arrived, he called Han Yuyun and waited in the car with peace of mind.

The rain is still falling, pedestrians on the road are looking for a place to shelter from the rain, where the fat brother parked, many people who just got off work and did not bring umbrellas were trapped in the hall of the office building, and a strange figure suddenly attracted the attention of the fat brother.

That figure was not a beautiful and handsome man, just an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, wearing a fat and ill-fitting shirt, and the most discordant thing was that he actually carried a bamboo basket on his back, revealing many umbrella handles.

The middle-aged man was bending down and smiling and saying something to the young people who were sheltering from the rain, pointing to the paper umbrella in his hand from time to time.

The fat brother smiled slightly when he saw this.

Oh, he was lucky, it rained as soon as he sold the umbrella.

It's a pity that the young people don't seem to look down on his paper umbrella, they shake their heads, and some people simply rush into the rain in order to avoid his entanglement, and run to the station in the rain, or turn around and return to the hall.

Also, these paper umbrellas can be used in costume dramas in addition to costume dramas, and now if anyone plays this kind of umbrella on the street, it is estimated that people will laugh off their big teeth.

"I said I don't want it!"

Suddenly, a shrill female voice drowned out the sound of rain, attracting the attention of everyone present, and a fashionably dressed beauty threw the middle-aged man's umbrella out of the distance, her face full of impatience, and then continued to look at her mobile phone.

The fat brother frowned slightly, but saw that the middle-aged man didn't say anything, but silently walked to the side of the road and picked up the paper umbrella that was thrown out, and carefully wiped the water stains on the umbrella with the clothes on his body, his eyes were full of distress, and then put it back in the back basket, and turned around with a disappointed face to leave.

"Master who sells umbrellas, you wait!"

The fat brother suddenly got out of the car and stopped the middle-aged man.

Han Yuyun was ready to go downstairs, I don't know why the fat brother ran up again, and brought back an embarrassed middle-aged man.

But she didn't ask much, and after making a cup of hot tea for the middle-aged man, she sat beside the fat brother obediently.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The middle-aged man's butt was half off the sofa, neither sitting nor standing, and hurriedly thanked him.

"Are these umbrellas all handmade?"

The fat brother didn't ask his name, but asked him straight to the point about his treasure-like paper umbrella.

Hearing someone ask about the oil-paper umbrella, the middle-aged man's eyes instantly flashed with confidence, how could he be at a loss just now.

And unlike the paper umbrellas sold by others, my umbrellas are made of old bamboo that is more than six years old, because old bamboo is not as easy to bend and brittle as young bamboo, and can withstand the wind and sun!

Moreover, all the umbrella bones of an umbrella come from the same bamboo tube, and the excess bamboo tube can only be thrown away!

The column should be sawed down and soaked in water for half a year to precipitate sugar, so that the soaked column smells faintly sour, so it can avoid insect bites.

Our umbrella is 50 years moth-free, and a lifetime free warranty is promised!"

…………

As soon as he said this, the middle-aged man was like opening a chatterbox, and he couldn't stop at all, until he found that the fat brother was always looking at him with a smile, and the middle-aged man stopped talking embarrassedly.

"I don't think your umbrella is selling well, right?"

The fat guy continued to ask.

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man looked gloomy again: "In ten days, I sold a handful." ”

"Since it's so hard to sell, just give up. ”

"No! This is something left by my ancestors! I have made an umbrella all my life, not that the umbrella cannot do without me, but that I cannot do without it. ”

The middle-aged man's volume immediately went up, and the fat brother saw persistence and persistence in his eyes.

After a detailed discussion, the fat brother also understood a rough idea, so he got to the point.

"We want to do a show to help you promote and introduce your oil-paper umbrella, would you like to?"

"Do you have to charge for me to do the promotion?"

The middle-aged man became cautious at once.

"There is no charge, we just hope that more people can learn about these soon-to-be-lost crafts left by our ancestors!"

The middle-aged man hesitated slightly, then nodded vigorously: "Cheng!"

The program material for the first issue of "Looking for the Place" is here!