Jiang Wanxun's eyes were wet, and he was really crying...... The old brother didn't know what he remembered, wiped his tears and said, "I said that I let you command......"

"Damn, it's you, you can make me vent my evil anger."

"You haven't seen that."

"Let's be in a hurry!"

The foreign devil said...... When we had the subway, you were still smoking...... Sticks, you can also slant and half-pull your eyeballs, look at our products! ”

"I'm aggrieved."

"In my father's words...... At that time in 65 years, there was still a famine in the whole country, and when the apples passed through the sieve, there was this feeling of aggrieved! ”

"Really...... You can really pit a stick once...... I'll sell Qianyan and do it with you! ”

People who are not of the same era have not experienced the same suffering...... Zhao Zichuan really didn't understand the big guy's tears.

But he shook Jiang Wanxun's hand, "If you can't take LG, you can take away the money." ”

"Of course, you have to be prepared."

"My thinking is, mp3 has to be made...... When Japan and South Korea make follow-up products and expand production lines to compete for the market, we will launch music phones. ”

Make it, and destroy it.

Jiang Wanxun understood, and also laughed, "You have the final say." ”

"If, let's produce mp3 first...... We had the time to develop the second generation of music phones. ”

There is a specialization in the art industry.

Zhao Zichuan didn't understand and didn't ask much, so he only reminded him, "The research direction of telephone...... It should be networked and, to a certain extent, have the functions of a handheld computer. ”

"Also, make a game."

"Tetris, racing, snake...... These small programs shouldn't be difficult to write, right? ”

These are very superficial...... But at the end of '96, these small proposals had cross-era significance.

Jiang Wanxun gladly accepted it, and he didn't talk nonsense.

Cheng Cheng said...... Now Jiang is always like a madman, immersed in the passion of his dreams, and he doesn't care about anything.

Seeing Chengcheng, it is in the garden of the Hou Ye.

It was already evening, and the full moon was in the sky.

Under the vines, a small square table was set with snacks.

Hou Ye has done something and is happy...... took out the best white silver needle, and looked at the emerald green tea soup, the tea teeth were suspended.

Take a sip, the aftertaste is light but refreshing.

"Thank you." Hou Ye really prepared a gift.

He pushed an open sandalwood box towards Zhao Zichuan and said with a smile, "The bottom of the glass is full of green, the bracelet and earrings are for Mrs., and the pendant is yours." ”

"Look at you, there's a pocket watch."

Zhao Zichuan was happy, and took out the pocket watch from his pocket, "This is a serious old object, palm eyes." ”

"Show off." Hou Ye complained, but took out a magnifying glass.

"1886...... Carrying this thing is also a spur. ”

"In 1863, foreign devils had a subway."

"In 1920, cars were running everywhere."

"Their development is built on the shame of Great Xia, and their capital is plundered from Great Xia...... But now, there are people who shamelessly recognize thieves as fathers! ”

"What else do you say...... Qingguo has nothing to do with us, we have to be generous! ”

"Grandma Caote!"

Hou Ye didn't pretend, this anger came up, and he almost dropped his pocket watch.

But he restrained his emotions and smiled again, "Mr. Zhao is good...... Behind closed doors, you and I are opponents and enemies. ”

"But the door is open...... We are family. ”

With a click, Hou Ye threw a small shadow card on the table again...... Contemporary USB flash drive, one of the products of Qianyan.

He confessed, and said seriously, "Today, Mr. Lao Fu opened his mouth for this matter." ”

"I've got a document."

"It's called modular management...... It's just an icon, and after clicking on it, it's performance management, supply chain management, finance, and so on. ”

To put it simply, it is a check-in, KPI assessment and the like, the company management system.

This thing is ...... in contemporary times. It's trendy.

Hou Ye said happily as if he had seen a treasure, "I want to set up a service company to build this management system." ”

"I also hope to be able to connect to penguins."

Zhao Zichuan couldn't help but smile, "Can't you...... Work with me? ”

"Of course." Hou Qingshan is very open-minded.

He really Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, and he is serious, "I don't have the international support of Monet, Lymia, and Irene." ”

"They dig people better than I do."

"Of course...... I'm not taking advantage of it for nothing...... I invested $30 million in a two-story office building. ”

It's that simple?

Definitely not.

Hou Qingshan, a chicken thief, really wants an enterprise database...... Really, I have built a management system for each company, and it is clear at a glance what goods cost and how much.

Perhaps, there is a deeper conspiracy.

Zhao Zichuan couldn't guess it, and he didn't ask much.

He took the USB flash drive and teased, "To be honest, bigwigs like IBM have made this thing a long time ago." ”

"Huatian's CFO learned from IBM and also invited IBM's professional support."

Hou Qingshan knew, and waved his hand, "Others are someone else's, and I am mine." ”

Zhao Zichuan had no reason to refuse, and he didn't take care of it, "This matter, you ask me to go through the back door...... I am a shareholder and do not participate in management. ”

"Daxia Branch, you have to find Pony."

"Headquarters, you have to find Monet."

That's what it becomes...... Hou Qingshan knows it in his heart, and he doesn't entangle.

He smiled and asked, "Curious to ask...... How many shares does Mr. Zhao have in this penguin that turned the world upside down? ”

Zhao Zichuan frowned, "Can you say this?" ”

"This is the bottom."

"But I have to blow it, the sky is falling, and Lao Tzu is also a billionaire."

This is really not a boast...... In the Thai baht market, the plummeting profits combined with short-term small profits have accumulated a profit of 770 million US dollars.

Pay more than 100 million in taxes.

The rest of the money.

200 million points were given to Monet and Jiang Wanxun, and 60 million points were given to Lao Duan, Xie Zong.

One hundred million...... Bought back 18% of the shares.

One hundred million...... The Penguin Daxia branch became independent, and Zhao Zichuan held 55% of the shares.

There are less than 200 million left.

Do agriculture, agriculture, invest in greenhouse technology, and then get an agricultural college, which is almost finished.

Lying on the account, almost, there is only the principal of the 150 million US dollars left in Sealand Wealth Management...... For this matter, Ye Siwen ruthlessly cleaned up Zhao Zichuan for a night.

Thinking of his daughter-in-law, Zhao Zichuan got up.

"I won't talk to you."

"I need to go see my daughter-in-law."

"Alas...... Is Yang Zheng your illegitimate child? Before leaving, Zhao Zichuan left his confusion behind.

Hou Qingshan had a dark face, didn't speak, just waved his hand...... But Zhao Zichuan left, and he slammed on the table, "Little belly chicken intestines, and warn me!" ”

After a while, he was happy again...... Drinking alone under the moon seems to be pleasant.

Kunpeng Building.

Ye Siwen hasn't lost his breath yet.

When she saw Zhao Zichuan, she pursed her lips and came up with her pink fist, "It's done in vain...... You scumbag. ”

Money, if it's not hot, it's gone.

It's a bit of a loss.

Zhao Zichuan was beaten a few times, and grabbed Ye Siwen's little arm with a smile.

"Skinny?"

"I've lost weight." Ye Siwen muttered, and hung on Zhao Zichuan.

She deliberately used her foot to knock Zhao Zichuan's buttocks, pouted and said, "When will there be so much money...... Okay, what about recuperation? ”

"This time, it's true." Holding the eldest daughter-in-law, he walked onto the balcony.

The moonlight is beautiful, and she is also beautiful.

Zhao Zichuan couldn't bear it and bit Ye Siwen's lip...... The hands also began to be dishonest.

For a long time, Ye Siwen blushed and resisted Zhao Zichuan's head.

"Silly."

"Well, it's a class reunion."

"Are you going or not?" Asking is asking, but Ye Siwen's spring eyes are full of longing.