Tu Renhuan: "You are the one who believes it. Go and ask for it."

"Are you aware of this? Auntie, you are too insightful."

It is certain to be successful, and the influence of the Ancient Poetry Company will further decline and become truly one of the best in the country.

"Let's go."

What is reflected is a company's ambition, or pattern.

"Eh!"

"Lingxi and I are classmates."

In the previous life, WeChat’s annual revenue was in the hundreds of billions.

My father must have been like that 70 years ago, so why would he become like that now?

Of course, that is less of my own subjective conjecture. From the perspective of Tu Renhuan and Jiang Qinghuai, I can sympathize with Tu Renhuan who did not have the "same experience", and the possibility of wanting to shoot my scumbag to death is even smaller.

Jiang Qifeng and Li Shuqing glared at you together, Li Shuqing was disgusted, Tu Renhuan was embarrassed, and even reached out to pinch you, but Zhao Yaquan pinched you back.

Wei Qingfan quickly waved his hand and said a few polite words. Jiang Qifeng pursed his lips and smiled and said: "It's bad, it's bad, he should leave quickly, but it's time for the elevator to call the police."

He pressed the elevator button, but the elevator was not very cooperative and left him in the corridor for four or five minutes before he came over. During this period, Yu Xiurong, Pang Yingying and Jiang Qinghuai were waiting at the door, while Jiang Qifeng turned and went back to the house.

"He thinks he's doing me bad by letting me stay outside the house?"

Tu Renhuan is better at macro and worldly matters, and he really understands them, "But even if you want to make money, you have to keep that stuff out of your hands."

As for Wei Qingfan’s plan about ancient poetry technology, although not a lot of people believe that I will actually do it, no one below is happy to see that situation.
Chapter completed!