Before going to the Shanghai market, Zhang Yuan went to the city first. His coffee shop was already covered with a thick layer of dust, and no one paid attention to it.

At the beginning, some people were still curious, but as time went by, everyone's curiosity was diluted.

He didn't know that some leaders in the district were already asking, and I heard it was the deputy district chief Wang Haishan. But Huang Kun got over it, and the excuse was very simple, that is: the store's rectification had been dealing with the problem.

For this answer, Wang Haishan still doesn’t know why? Who doesn’t have a few people who want to deal with it? It’s just that he didn’t expose it.

"Okay, Lao Huang, just educate and educate."

Huang Kun naturally agreed: "Don't worry, District Chief Wang, we will actively communicate with the store."

But after all, Huang Kun obviously didn't take this matter to heart. According to his thinking, even if the store was to be reopened, Zhang Yuan would have to give in first. However, until now, the man surnamed Zhang has not said anything and has not found anyone.

They just stopped talking and didn't even go to the fire brigade to go through the motions.

He sometimes wonders, what is Zhang Yuan's trump card? But he can't figure it out anyway. This store is good, and the Starbucks next door is very profitable. Even if his ginkgo tree is not as high as Starbucks's price, Huang Kun

I also think this is a lot of money. How did Zhang Yuan give it up?

"Is it true that he has accepted his fate?" Huang Kun pinched his chin and thought to himself, but he didn't think it was like it. If Zhang Yuan really accepted his fate, then the store should have been replaced by someone else long ago. Why would it be left there to collect dust?

His eyelid started to twitch, it was his right eye.

So what does this kid want to do by dragging him on? Does he want to fight to the death?

Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat. This was what Zhang Yuan had thought! But he calmed down immediately. A young man who couldn't get a diploma and lost the protection from above, why should he? Just his right eye has always been there.

Jumping non-stop.

Huang Kun ignored the most important point, which was Zhang Yuan's source of funds. If he had bothered to investigate, he wouldn't have done this.

But Zhang Yuan was deliberately showing weakness. He remained silent after receiving retaliation, and did not make a fuss when he failed, as if he had accepted his fate. This gave them the illusion that Zhang Yuan was weak, especially before.

And Qiu Xuena stood up for him, which further confirmed Zhang Yuan's reputation as a "soft rice man".

Zhang Yuan had already arrived at the train station and bought a soft sleeper as usual. On this hot day, it would be more comfortable if there were fewer people.

The train clattered forward, but Zhang Yuan was used to this kind of boredom. His time was precious, and this rare boredom was actually a good rest.

Over in Shanghai, Chen Cheng had made preparations early in the morning, and Zhang Yi had already dispatched a car, which was now on its way to the train station.

Outside the office, Chen Yue came over early in the morning, and she put aside all other things.

"Brother Chen, how many songs did Zhang Yuan bring this time?"

Chen Cheng looked at her expectant look and gave her a shot: "Five songs! But I have to say it first. If you want to take them all away, it's impossible."

Chen Yue pouted and said, "I know...can I have more this time?"

"Go and discuss it with Lu Ming! I can't afford to offend either of you now!"

Chen Yue wrinkled her nose, made a face at Chen Cheng, and then went out, but she did not go to Lu Ming, but to the south.

After Zhang Yuan left the train station, he saw the driver, Xiao Zhao, eating ice cream and listening to music not far from the roadside, enjoying himself very much.

"Brother Zhao!"

Xiao Zhao quickly jumped out of the car: "Brother Yuan, this way!"

Seeing Zhang Yuan coming, Xiao Zhao asked diligently: "Would you like ice cream? I'll get you one!"

"Let's go, let's eat somewhere else."

"Okay!"

The air conditioning in the business car was very powerful. Zhang Yuan, who had just experienced the three minutes of the sun's scorching heat, immediately felt very comfortable.

The song played in the car was also written by Zhang Yuan. It seems that Chen Cheng paid great attention to it.

Xiao Zhao first sent Zhang Yuan to the hotel, and then said: "Brother Yuan, you rest first. I will pick you up for dinner in the evening."

At this time, Chen Yue came out of Nanfang's office unhappy. The boss did not agree with her idea of ​​occupying more.

The South has almost lost interest in her, and of course they are not willing to waste resources on her - there are a lot of young girls like her.

In the evening, Chen Yue went with him.

Although Nanfang is unwilling to tilt resources to her, Chen Yue is now somewhat famous and can make profits for the company.

While eating, everyone's faces were filled with laughter, but Chen Yue was secretly wondering if she could ask Zhang Yuan for a song alone? She had this idea for a long time, but she didn't know why, Zhang Yuan always and Chen

Contact Cheng single line.

What puzzled her even more was that Zhang Yuan chose to go far away, abandoning Tianyin who was in Jiankang, and insisted on going to Shanghai to mess with them.

When Zhang Yuan said he was going to the bathroom, Chen Cheng followed him out. When they came back, the two of them were arm in arm, like two brothers.

Chen Yue doesn't know what the quality of the songs is, but the songs produced by Zhang Yuan are all recognized by the public, so I think this time it will be no different.

Five of them!

Seeing that Lu Ming was about to start singing, it was difficult for her to follow up.

The dinner ended, and Zhang Yuan wandered back home.

Lu Ming was as humble as ever: "Sister Chen Yue, you choose the song first."

Chen Yue pursed her lips and said nothing.

Neon lights flashed outside the car window and shone into the car, casting streaks of color on her face.

Zhang Yuan got up early the next morning. He had to return to Jiankang quickly.

After washing up and having breakfast at the hotel, Zhang Yuan went out.

Sure enough, there was a business car parked at the door, which was arranged by Chen Cheng.

"Let's go, Brother Yuan."

Chen Yue really wanted to call Zhang Yuan. She knew that Zhang Yuan was already on the train, but she resisted.

Zhang Yuan just took out five songs. The next time I see him again will probably be after New Year's Day.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan told Chen Cheng in advance at the dinner last night that he would prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination in the second half of the year.

The meaning is very clear, that is, there will be no output in the second half of the year.

Zhang Yuan has his own ideas. The second half of the year will be the highest point of the stock market. When he comes out of the stock market, he will definitely make a lot of money. Tianyuan will definitely develop and grow by then. At that time, he will not be suitable for copying songs.

No more—Chen Cheng didn’t dare to ask for a song with him anymore.

Having the postgraduate entrance examination as a buffer can avoid some embarrassment to some extent.

After returning to Jiankang, Zhang Yuan immediately put the million into Tianyuan Video's account.

Li Xiao was stunned for a moment when he saw this one million, and then rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Zhang Yuan has always made regular payments to the company in units of 500,000 yuan every month. How come the amount suddenly doubled? But more money is always a good thing, and she feels more at ease.

Regarding the website's profitability, Zhang Yuan has never mentioned it, and he has just been stubbornly resisting.

Li Xiao can probably guess Zhang Yuan's idea, which is to get to the top three video websites before talking about anything else.

While I was guessing, Zhang Yuan came in.

"Hey, Goddess of Wealth, what are you doing when you wander around the world?"

Li Xiao wrinkled his nose and said, "I'm counting money!"

When Shen Yaohua saw Zhang Yuan coming, he quickly came over and said, "Boss, the previous candidates have made reports. Do you want to listen to them?"

"That's why I came here. It's been many days. Let them make a report."

Making reports is also a way to test your ability. Although some people complain that "people who work too hard can't write ppts", ppts really need people to write them. Almost all people who write these have experienced the stage of working too hard.

After Zhang Yuan finished speaking, he entered the small conference room, and Shen Yaohua said to Cao Ruyue: "Wang Mingyuan called in and asked Zhang Jishu and the others to get ready."

The projector in the small conference room has been turned on, shining on the white walls.

Zhang Yuan sat on the main seat, accompanied by Shen Yaohua on his left.

Soon, a young man in his late teens came in.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, hello Mr. Shen, my name is Wang Mingyuan."

"Let's get started."

Wang Mingyuan connected the computer to the projector and began to summarize and look forward to his work. Zhang Yuan listened carefully and was still writing and drawing on the paper.

After finishing speaking, Wang Mingyuan bowed slightly to Zhang Yuan and went out consciously.

"How about it?"

Zhang Jishu outside was also very nervous. Wang Mingyuan was unsure: "I don't know. I couldn't understand the boss's expression during the whole process."

"Hold the grass!"

"Okay, hurry in."

Zhang Jishu adjusted his collar and went in holding his notebook.

There were four people in one afternoon, and Zhang Yuan passed them all.

Shen Yaohua asked carefully: "Boss, who do you think is more suitable?"
To be continued...