For a while, after Zhang Jianjun listened to Lin Han's explanation, although he felt that what Lin Han said was very right, he still couldn't help but say worriedly.

After all, the company's major shareholder is Lin Han now, Zhang Jianjun is not the kind of irresponsible person, if the company is wholly owned by him, even if he loses in the end, he will not say much.

"Mr. Lin, recently I am thinking about wanting to transform and slowly extend the advertising model from the traditional to the field of the Internet... It may be that I am old and some can't keep up with the pace of the times, so I hope that if Mr. Lin is free in the past two days, I want to visit Mr. Lin. ”

Zhang Jianjun was able to calmly say this to Lin Han, which actually made Lin Han very pleased, but what Lin Han said next not only did not help Zhang Jianjun solve his doubts, but made Zhang Jianjun feel even more confused.

"It's okay, I still have a little personal matter to deal with in the past two days, I know what you're worried about, but isn't someone already delivering pillows now? So you should sleep and eat when you should eat. ”

After saying this, Lin Han ended the call with Zhang Jianjun, and on his laptop, he began to inquire about the latest demolition news in Dalinzhuang, Qingshui City.

In fact, Lin Han's words are very understandable, if the traditional industry wants to catch up with the pace of the times and carry out large-scale transformation, it is almost necessary to change the company, and the risk that needs to be taken is too great.

Because in Lin Han's memory, although he has to admit that if he wants to make the company bigger, embracing the Internet is indeed a shortcut to overtaking in a corner.

But that doesn't mean that traditional advertising will disappear in the future.

Yes, the times are progressing all the time, but not everyone likes to watch Internet ads.

On the contrary, appropriate traditional advertising adds some urban humanistic atmosphere.

"Lin Han, you said that someone sent Zhang Jianjun a pillow, what does this mean? How do I feel like you've been getting harder and harder to understand lately? It gives a very mysterious feeling. ”

Chen Yutong, who was wearing home clothes, handed Lin Han a glass of warm milk and asked with a pout.

"Is that so hard to understand? Then we can't just say that Orange Wu sent a pillow to Zhang Jianjun, right? If this gets out, what will Orange Wu think? ”

Chen Yutong: "......"

Anyway, Chen Yutong is also a top student in economics, and after a slight reminder from Lin Han, he immediately reacted.

Feelings Lin Han is planning to force Orange Wu to be a stepping stone, because as Lin Han said, the business nature of the Penguin branch is only in terms of finance and investment, and if you want to attack Zhang Jianjun's Haoxuan Media, you must acquire an Internet advertising company before signing a real contract.

Well... The pillow that Lin Han said was the company that Orange Wu acquired a few days ago.

Even if the two sides have not yet decided the winner, Lin Han has already begun to calculate the assets of the Penguin branch.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, do you want to come with me to my hometown?"

After reading the recent news of Dalinzhuang, Lin Han secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the matter has not yet started to be demolished, which means that Lin Han still has a chance to be able to stop the regrets of the previous life.

"Your hometown?" Chen Yutong asked puzzled. "Isn't your hometown in the Fumin community?"

"I moved here when I was a child, in fact, many of my relatives, including our family, all moved from Dalin Village, Qingshui City, although it also belongs to Qingshui City, but Dalin Village is close to the edge of Qingshui City."

"Okay."

After Chen Yutong thought about it for a while, he nodded at Lin Han.

"It just so happens that it is said on the Internet that frequent travel can relax your mood, and it is also a good choice for people who are trying to get pregnant."

Lin Han: "......"

Now it was Lin Han's turn to be speechless, every day before going to bed, Lin Han had to think about how to perfunctory Chen Yutong the next day, this Lin Han, who was very tight every day, was even more difficult.

If you can know in advance, after getting married, you will face the bombardment of the birth army, Lin Han would rather drag on for a year and a half than open his eyes every day and close his eyes is a matter of children.

It's much more difficult to deal with Robertson Jr.

That is, little Robertson didn't have a chance to hear this kind of thing, otherwise, even if it was late at night, he would dare to come to the Xiushuiwan villa to scold Lin Han for a few words.

Little Robertson also relied on his own strength to become the general manager of Little Tiger Global Fund, and even has a very good reputation in the industry of Damei Finance, of course, this is before meeting Lin Han.

Why is it so unbearable in Lin Han's mouth?

Early the next morning, Lin Han got up early in the morning, just to avoid the first sentence that Chen Yutong woke up later, it was a child!

But when Lin Han walked out of the bedroom, he happened to meet Chen Yutong coming out of the kitchen with breakfast.

The empty villa is only lived by Lin Han and Chen Yutong every day, in fact, in addition to the first and second floors, Lin Han rarely goes to the third floor.

But even so, the appearance of Chen Yutong gave Lin Han a sense of belonging to the villa, which originally exuded a cold atmosphere.

It's like the lights of thousands of homes, there is always one that keeps the lamp for Lin Han.

"Just now our mother called me, and asked me to supervise you to eat a little more every day, and eat more fish, saying that it is good for the baby who was born, I specially boiled some fish porridge, and quickly drank it while it was hot."

Lin Han: "......"

Half an hour later, Lin Han drove in the direction of Dalin Village, don't look at Qingshui City, but the distance is not close, if you take the national highway this way, it will take at least about 2 and a half hours.

Lin Han left temporarily, but for Zhang Jianjun, he really didn't sleep well all night last night, because as soon as he closed his eyes, Lin Han's words would come to his mind, and someone would come to bring him a pillow.

No, Zhang Jianjun waited all night, for fear that he would fall asleep and didn't wait.

Just as Zhang Jianjun was about to fill up some tea to refresh himself, the landline on the table suddenly rang the sound of a bell.

It's already 2008, and the only role of mobile phones for Zhang Jianjun is to make and receive calls and send and receive text messages.

To put it bluntly, even if Zhang Jianjun is given a smartphone, Zhang Jianjun will not use it.

"Hey, I'm Zhang Jianjun......."

Zhang Jianjun held the microphone and remained in this position for several minutes, and gradually, there was anger rising rapidly in his stunned eyes.

"Why are they so dishonest about their credit? How many advertising materials do we still have? ”

"Drop prices by 30 percent from now on! Even if you don't make money, you have to keep your customers! ”