I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 866 The Future Must Be Here
The villa area is good, there are not so many idle people waiting.

The beautiful girl sat here and cried aloud, but no one bothered her.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you being competitive or something? You want to become the number one reporter in the domestic entertainment industry. They can't compare to them, and you don't need to compare with them. You will stay in Pingjing to develop..."

Pan Yunyan, who was already in tears, wiped her eyes: "I want to follow you all over the world, but this is my home. I want to come home and you accompany me."

As he said that, he pulled Jing Xiaoqiang, his attitude and meaning were very clear, elbow, I will follow into the room!
Hey, hey, you've been thinking about this for a few days with a sullen face? !
They also specifically brought me back to Pingjing from HK.

Although it is true that I can do a lot of things by the way, the main thing is that I want to let this aunt fly away in Pingjing to make a living on her own.

Jing Xiaoqiang was still strong, and the bigger one squeezed on the bench: "Sit down and talk, I'm already acting like they're running amok..."

It's okay not to say, Pan Yunyan hummed: "I don't know... Do you want Lan Lan to come with me..."

Jing Xiaoqiang was wronged, it's not good to say: "The conscience of heaven and earth, what and what, both of them are crazy, and they both have that kind of tendency."

Pan Yunyan was red-faced and coquettish: "Don't say it anymore, I want to run amok, why should I let them, at worst, my name is Lan Lan..."

Where did this start, and the description became darker and darker.

Jing Xiaoqiang quickly hugged her and covered her mouth: "No, never, it's just the two of them who are rotten and depraved..."

Pan Yunyan only stared at him with her terribly big eyes, and struggled in her nasal voice: "I think young people like to be decadent and depraved! Nande follows Nande, donkeys follow donkeys, why do you have so many tricks, teach me... "

He leaned directly into Jing Xiaoqiang's arms without a teacher, a trick that the two of them didn't have when they were hanging out before, obviously they learned it from the sister Hong Kong of the TV station that day!

It is already summer in Pingjing in June, and the thin chiffon shirt rubbed against the fragrance, like a little fox's tail sweeping back and forth on the face.

Pan Yunyan even sat on the heels of his legs and twisted.

Jing Xiaoqiang couldn't resist anymore, but fortunately, the small silver-gray Xiali slid over, and his Jinmen accent was much more domineering than that of Henan Yin: "Really! A kid in broad daylight can see it!"

Here comes the savior!

Jing Xiaoqiang picked up Pan Yunyan and said hello to Sister Bai: "We were talking about something, and we were talking about you just now, and we are going to go to the newspaper office of the advertising company after a short break."

Bai Lianting was wearing a long denim shirt skirt. She pushed the car door and leaned against it with a teasing face: "Go, go, come back after you rest."

Pan Yunyan held back her strength for several days, how could she let go easily: "That's right, Sister Bai, it's settled, since the three of us are here, I want to be treated the same, just wait!"

Seeing Jing Xiaoqiang's exaggerated deaf expression, Bai Lianting knew that this was Miss Huaichun's one-way output, and she laughed: "You are the mother of the cheeky emperor, the cheeky queen mother, right?! Shall I kowtow, and say hello to the queen mother?" Ann, hurry up! With so much work, you still hide here and love each other, the construction of the four modernizations is changing with each passing day, comrades should seize the day..."

Once Sister Bai's output starts, even the fire hydrant can't control it.

No matter how many flames were burning in Pan Yunyan's heart, she would become muddy, wet and slippery like the black earth after a storm. She almost cried again: "She yelled at me..."

Jing Xiaoqiang tried his best to hold back his laughter, and his aunt had to be cleaned up by Sister Bai: "Okay, okay, work, work!"

Pan Yunyan simply wowed: "I will not be clean when I come back, people are robbing everywhere..."

Bai Lianting, oh yo: "You said he was like a sweet potato, a piece of shit can be snatched by wild dogs outside..."

She attacked indiscriminately again, even cursing herself.

How can this kind of Pan Yunyan be scolded.

Jing Xiaoqiang quickly picked up Pan Yunyan and jammed into the car: "Ask your sister Bai more about life in Pingjing. I'll call Uncle Huang and drive an off-road vehicle. It's a bit crowded for the old man to sit here."

Bai Lianting didn't even give him face: "It's so fresh, I didn't hire a driver to drive, you think I run dozens of miles every day to talk about cross talk, whether I like to sit or not!"

It really drove away in a blink of an eye, the little fox who was inseparable from Jing Xiaoqiang pouted in the co-pilot, looked at the head of the big sister who was driving, and looked back to see that the man disappeared.

Still bowing her head timidly: "Hello, Miss Bai..."

Bai Lianting didn't show mercy at all: "Okay?! You said you are so beautiful and juicy, why did you die in his pimple soup? Can my sister chip in and start a business for you?!"

Pan Yunyan bit her lip: "He said he asked my parents to go to Pengzhen to open a restaurant."

Bai Lianting was surprised: "A restaurant? A restaurant is a business..."

Tsk tsk, her tone.

But that's right, starting an advertising company was definitely a lucrative business in the early 90s, not to mention that she also holds a series of star signs and inkjet printers such as Jing Xiaoqiang and An Ning.

Now I have placed an order for the third inkjet printer to be placed in Shanghai!

In addition, Jing Xiaoqiang ordered four new small-format photo machines for her during the Spring Festival, which can make light boxes, posters, and various advertising screens with one person's height. The business is not too good.

Just doing various internal promotional images for Jiang Guizhang and Lu Xi's series can be shown in department stores all over the country.

Demand exceeds supply.

It can be said that before Laughter Among the Thorns Advertisement Co., Ltd. introduced the latest technology from Citigroup, in addition to printing methods in China, except for simple things like mimeograph, there was no large-format solution with photo quality, from busts to portraits as tall as a person. , There has never been such a solution for the splicing of several square meters to hundreds of square meters.

Can only be drawn by hand.

When Jing Xiaoqiang introduced it, even the Xinxiang Zoo had just started using it. There was no domestic competitor at all, and Bai Lianting kept the origin of this thing strictly confidential.

What I eat is such a one-year or two-year head start.

It must have been eight figures in the account for more than half a year.

Bai Lianting hid quietly behind, never publicly saying that she was the owner of an inkjet printing company with an independent license, and the entire inkjet equipment staff was mixed in the advertising company for Fan Guofei to deal with.

Still opening such a small financial office with tens of thousands of dollars, she is also experiencing the feeling of Jing Xiaoqiang's sudden expansion of mentality.

This time she made more money than Lu Xi.

And within a few years visible to the naked eye, it will be very stable and profitable.

It's even worse than Lu Xi's scene of worrying about death in the off-season and exhausting people in the peak season. It will always be the peak season with three shifts 24 hours a day!

All provinces and cities across the country are attracted to make pictures!
So it's normal for her to look down on a restaurant.

Pan Yunyan was pitiful: "He said that it is the kind of local specialty snack bar. If it is opened well, it will be opened all over the country..."

That is to open a pancake fruit shop? !
Bai Lianting glanced at the little vixen with the eyes of the poor, and felt a little guilty. Is this some kind of crappy business to fool him: "He coaxed you into bed and said that?"

Don't say it's okay, Pan Yunyan frowned: "No! He and foreign countries..."

Still held back and didn't drop the bomb, knowing that if the photo was taken out, there would be no one inside and outside, so he turned his head and looked outside without saying a word.

It's not that Bai Lianting has never met in HK and Cannes: "Why, how many foreign girls have you developed?"

Pan Yunyan still regarded her as her own family: "It's that Tianhai, and Zhu Di, we were going to Jiaopen, but I was going to drag him back to Pingjing, and you still stole it from me!"

Bai Lianting laughed: "What's wrong, I still have to thank you? Shall I give you a gold medal to hang around your neck? What are the rules? Go back and ask the eldest lady and the official lady what rules are!"

Pan Yunyan was so bullied that she couldn't move an inch!

Jing Xiaoqiang and Uncle Huang got into the car behind, but they didn't see the swaying little Xia Li.

However, it was indeed the first time for Uncle Huang to come to Pingjing, and neither the airport nor suburban villas could constitute his outline of the imperial capital of the Five Dynasties.

From the beginning of entering the dark and dilapidated urban area, I asked the driver to slow down many times, asked Jing Xiaoqiang where is where, and even stopped to buy a map to compare.

Jing Xiaoqiang is only familiar with the dirty and messy Pingjing in the 90s, but he doesn’t like taking Mi Gaolai to deliberately walk Jianguo Avenue, pointing casually: “There is still a lot of room for development. I am mainly in Shanghai, and I am not psychologically I love the North."

But Uncle Huang hummed softly: "Heshan is only in my dreams..."

Jing Xiaoqiang couldn't help crying.

Maybe people who stay in China don't feel so strongly, maybe the new generation who are used to more and more abundant material life after 30 or [-] years have never heard this song.

Uncle Huang's pioneering work.

The more I drift overseas for decades, the more I understand this kind of blood-linked heart.

In Bai Lianting's words, the pile of shit in her house smells better than outside.

He didn't even use his professional voice to destroy the emotional libretto.

Although the retired female driver didn't know who this old gentleman was, she must have heard it countless times. She held the steering wheel with more solemn hands and was extremely proud.

So when the Cherokee arrived at the state-owned shopping mall next to the Drum Tower, countless college students who had heard the news were already crowding the corridors.

Uncle Huang looked up at the Drum Tower that had experienced vicissitudes of life, walked through the empty state-owned shopping mall, walked upstairs among countless young people who were so excited that they were speechless, and walked into the office full of young faces.

The glass skylight on the sloping roof lets in the afternoon sun.

Washed away the previous dullness!

The feeling of the artist is so keen, Uncle Huang smiled and nodded to Jing Xiaoqiang amidst the applause of everyone: "Now I really confirm that the future will definitely be in the mainland!"

When everything is looking outside, and everyone's eyes are full of anxiety and lack of self-confidence.

Such a famous HK music senior actually said such a sentence.

Even Jing Xiaoqiang was surprised.

After all, he knows very well that Uncle Huang is not someone who has mastered the wealth code and sings and sings commercially.

It is his deep feeling of galloping in the HK music scene for decades.

And not much to say, Uncle Huang seemed full of eagerness: "Are you all here? Let's start class when we are all here..."

It seems that it is difficult to confide his surging mood to the hungry college music lovers if he is 1 minute late.

(End of this chapter)