Counterattack 1988

Chapter 949 Yun Ruorou Visits

Uncle Zhong looked at the photo and said, "Mr. Wang, this photo is very well taken. You are very handsome."

He calmly returned the photo to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin didn't answer, but said: "Give it to you, as a souvenir!"

Uncle Zhong said: "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

Wang Lin said meaningfully: "Thank you, Uncle Zhong."

Uncle Zhong said: "This is what I should do, Mr. Wang."

Along the way, the two stopped talking, but they both knew each other well and knew what the other was thinking.

After arriving at the company, Wang Lin went to work on the second floor.

Uncle Zhong tore up the photo and threw it into several trash cans.

He stood on the parking lot on the first floor, facing the scorching sun, looking up at the Aixiu Building.

On it, there is Mr. Wang who he served most loyally.

In the old days, there was a kind of people, they were highly skilled in martial arts, they valued loyalty, respected promises, and despised life and death;

Such people are called knights.

Nowadays, with the improvement of the legal system, under the strict legal approach, and in the environment where self-interest continues to breed, it is rare to see knight-errant behavior, and people with knight-errant qualities are becoming rarer and rarer.

But not extinct.

third floor.

Wang Lin was sitting in the office with a large [-]-cap book spread out in front of him.

He took a pen to write and draw on it, with lines and circles. At first glance, it looked like a big tree with many small branches growing out.

The door leading to the corridor creaked open.

A small head poked inside.

Wang Lin saw her from the corner of his eye, and smiled slightly: "Wenjuan, come in!"

Li Wenjuan walked in with a smile, leaned over her head, and looked at what Wang Lin wrote: "Brother-in-law, what are you doing? Painting?"

Her long flowing hair fell down and touched Wang Lin's face.

Wang Lindao: "This is called a mind map."

"What is a mind map?"

"It is also called a mind map. It is an effective graphical thinking tool to express divergent thinking. I will write down what I think of and express it in graphic form."

Li Wenjuan quickly saw some clues: "Is this the framework structure of Aishiu Group? This big tree is Aixiu Group, and every branch is a branch."

"That's almost what it means." Wang Lin drew another thin line on a thin line next to the big tree, drew a circle, and wrote a few words in it: "Fashion Magazine".

He drew a circle next to it and wrote the words "Model Contest".

"I write down the company framework on a piece of paper so intuitively that I can know which departments my company has and what work needs to be done just by looking at it."

"This method is good, and I can also learn to use it."

"Of course. In this way, your work will become more straightforward and convenient. You can also develop the habit of recording your work."

Li Wenjuan came to report to Wang Lin, and immediately talked about Xiuzhilin's brand building.

Through these catwalk activities, Wang Lin saw the huge potential of the clothing industry in this era.

Even if it is just an OEM, it can earn billions or tens of billions a year.

If you can make your own famous brand, the value and profit will naturally be higher.

Wang Lin has now founded Aixiu Fashion Week. Next, he will create a fashion magazine brand and a model competition event. These things that seem to have nothing to do with the main business are actually good medicine for brand building.

This is much better than investing hundreds of millions in advertising.These means create high-end brands.

How powerful is it for a textile brand to have its own fashion week, fashion magazines, and model competitions?
Through these shows and competitions, as well as the promotion of magazines, the value of the brand can be infinitely improved.

After the business is done, it is a kind of culture.

In the final analysis, corporate culture is unique design, innovation, talents, and sales.

Culture is the packaging of these fundamentals.

From now on, Wang Lin will start preparing for the establishment of fashion magazines and modeling competitions.

The modeling competition is handed over to Little Braun to operate.

He will find time later to discuss this matter with sister Lin and Shen Xue.

In terms of fashion magazines, Natajia recommended someone to Wang Lin.

According to Nataja, her Chinese teacher in France had already agreed to come for an interview, but she had to deal with the affairs of France before coming, and asked Wang Lin to wait for her.

Wang Lin has no better talent to recruit for the time being.

In this era, there are many people who go abroad and few who come back. As for foreign talents, there are even fewer people who come to my country to find jobs.

Even college students in our country are hard to find!

It is even more difficult for Wang Lin to find a young woman who is a fusion of Chinese and Western cultures, who is interested in clothing, fashion, and beauty, and has research.

Li Wenjuan left after reporting her work.

Wang Lin continued to draw his mind map.

Aixiu Group is a big tree that keeps blossoming and bearing fruit.

Wang Lin is the designer of Aishu Group.

He has to constantly improve this map, and he is also designing the company.

There were voices outside, it should be a visitor.

Sure enough, after a while, Guo Lingling came in and reported: "President Wang, Yun Ruorou is here, and she said she wants to see you."

Her expression when she said this was somewhat surprised, because she didn't know that Yun Ruorou actually knew Wang Lin.

"Oh, Miss Yun is here, please come in!" Wang Lin smiled slightly.

Guo Lingling asked, "President Wang, how do you know her?"

"Can't I know her?" Wang Lin asked back.

Guo Lingling pouted and backed out.

After a while, Yun Ruorou, who was wearing a fluttering white dress and long hair, walked in.

"Mr. Wang, hello." Yun Ruorou's voice was soft and soft, just like her person, giving people a feeling of calm and tranquility.

"Ms. Yun, hello, why are you here today?" Wang Lin stood up and shook hands with her.

Yun Ruoju said: "The last time I was in Dongyang, thanks to President Wang's help to buy my family's heirloom. At that time, the calligraphy work was sold for a high price of 20 yuan, and I only had 9 yuan in my hand. I still owe Wang In total, you have 11 yuan."

Wang Lin laughed: "It's the past. If you don't mention it, I will forget it. It's hard for you to remember it so clearly."

Yun Ruoju said: "It is a millennium record of the fruit of someone's kindness. Mr. Wang never forgets to repay his kindness, but my Yun family always remembers Mr. Wang's great kindness. What's more, we haven't even paid back the principal."

"Don't worry." Wang Lin said, "Sit down and talk."

Guo Lingling brewed a cup of tea and brought it in, handed it to Yun Ruorou, and said with a smile, "Rourou, you are hiding something, you know Mr. Wang, and I have never heard of it from you."

Yun Ruorou took the teacup and said with a sweet smile, "Lingling, after you became Secretary Wang, you seldom get together with our classmates. How can I have time to talk about these things with you?"

Guo Lingling said: "Okay, let's get together more in the future. You should talk to Mr. Wang Lin first."

She backed away with a smile.

Yun Ruorou opened the handbag, took out [-] yuan, and put it on Wang Lin's desk: "President Wang, here is the principal of [-] yuan, please count."

She took out another five thousand yuan and put it aside: "This is a little interest money."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Forget the interest. Aren't you pissing me off? Doing a little favor to a friend still counts interest? Then I, Wang Lincheng, paid interest?"

He opened the drawer, put [-] yuan in it casually, and pointed to the [-] yuan: "Please put it away! Otherwise, we will not be friends."

Yun Ruoju said: "Mr. Wang is really a good man. Thank you."

"How did you raise [-] yuan so quickly?" Wang Lin asked, "Is there any difficulty?"

"My grandpa sold an antique that has been treasured for many years, and this is how to raise money. We owe you money for too long, and we are all embarrassed."

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "It's not necessary! The antiques that your grandpa likes must be good things. What a pity to sell them?"

He thought of something and said, "By the way, speaking of antiques, I have something to ask you."

"what's up?"

"The last time I went to Xiangjiang, I got something by chance. I would like to ask you to help me take a look."

"What is it?"

"Bamboo slips."

"Slips?"

"Yes, it's the bamboo slips."

"That's baby."

"For those who understand, it is a treasure, but for those of us who don't understand, it is a holy book."

"Where? Let me see."

"Not in the company, how about we make an appointment to meet up?"

"Yes, I can do whatever is convenient for you."

"Then now? Will it not delay your work?"

"I'm now unemployed and have no classes."

"Are you unemployed? No way? You are such an excellent college graduate, can you still be unemployed?"

"Really. I quit my job and wanted to run an antique shop, but I haven't found a suitable store yet, so I've been at home all the time."

Wang Lin doesn't understand antiques, but he still has a certain understanding of the art market of this period.

The 80s is a transitional period for my country's art market.

During this period, the art market was small in scale, and the business units operated in a planned economy mode. Although the art market developed somewhat, it was disorderly.

Since 1991, my country's art market has undergone tremendous changes. The market scale has expanded rapidly, and supply and demand have surged. Auction companies and antique markets all over the country have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Wang Lindao: "The antique industry is indeed promising, and you know how to do it. Now is a good opportunity to enter this industry."

Yun Ruorou smiled and said: "My father is right. I am used to being loose and can't stand the constraints of the system. Otherwise, how easy would it be to go to work? Why would I need to run around every day for my livelihood?"

"You have a business mind."

"My grandfather is very supportive of my business. He sold one of his treasured antiques. Part of the money will be used to pay off your debts, and the rest will be used as capital for my business."

"Your grandfather dotes on you very much."

"My dad said that I was always spoiled by my grandpa."

"Haha! I really want to have such a grandpa! What a blessing!"

Wang Lin called Zhou Porridge and called her over.

Zhou Porridge walked into the office and was surprised to see a pure and beautiful girl sitting inside.

Wang Lindao: "Congee Congee, let me introduce you, this is Miss Yun Ruorou, she is the descendant of the antique family."

He introduced Zhou Porridge to Yun Ruorou.

As soon as Zhou Porridge heard it, he knew what Wang Lin wanted to do by inviting this woman.

Wang Lindao: "We can ask Miss Yun to interpret those bamboo slips."

He handed over the bamboo slips to Zhou Porridge for safekeeping.

When Zhou Porridge was free, he took it out to have a look, but he really couldn't understand it like reading a bible.

After talking, the three of them left the office and went to the porridge restaurant.

Qian Yuying is still helping to take care of the children and is expected to finish this year.

The porridge restaurant has dense shade and is very cool.

Qian Yuying hugged Zhou Xiaomi and sat in the yard under the shade of a tree to enjoy the shade. When she saw Wang Lin and the others coming back, she greeted her with a smile and asked, "Aren't you at work? Why are you back?"

Wang Lindao: "Auntie, let's come back to do something."

He took Zhou Xiaomi and made her laugh: "Come, call Dad!"

Yun Ruorou asked in surprise, "Mr. Wang, is this your daughter?"

"Yes, it's my daughter!" Wang Lin replied.

Qian Yuying laughed and said, "It's his goddaughter! This is my granddaughter, Zhou Porridge's daughter."

Yun Ruorou smiled slightly, looking at this old-fashioned garden house.

Wang Lin invited her into the back room.

Zhou Porridge went upstairs and brought bamboo slips.

Yun Ruorou took it over, her face suddenly became serious: "This is from the Western Han Dynasty."

Zhou Congee said: "It should be from the Western Han Dynasty. Can you see what is written on it?"

Yun Ruorou took a closer look and said, "I don't understand everything either. Philology is a very professional and profound knowledge. I am not an expert and scholar, so I can't decipher such ancient documents at all. If you don't mind, I can copy them down." , Send it to my grandpa to see?"

Zhou Porridge looked at Wang Lin, he had to listen to this matter.

Wang Lin pondered for a while, and said, "Yes."

Zhou Porridge got up and brought a pen and paper.

Yun Ruorou came to the dining table, and copied the words on the bamboo slips stroke by stroke.

The written information recorded on the bamboo slips was limited, only a few hundred words, but it took her a full hour to copy them all.

After copying, she pointed to the words on the paper with a pen in her right hand, and pointed to the words on the bamboo slips with her left hand, and checked them carefully. After confirming that they were correct, she put down the pen, put away the paper, and said, "I can probably see that this It is an article that records important events in a certain period. But for the details, I have to ask my grandfather, and I can’t recognize many ancient characters in it. The interpretation of ancient characters is often a single word, and it can be thousands of miles away.”

Wang Lindao: "That's the reason. Then thank you."

Yun Ruoju said: "It's okay, Mr. Wang, then I'm leaving, and I'll contact you later."

"Okay. I'll see you off."

"No, it's very convenient for me to take the bus."

Wang Lin also wanted to be alone with Zhou Porridge for a while, so he didn't insist, and sent her out of the porridge restaurant and came back.

He turned and went back to the living room, but Zhou Porridge was nowhere to be seen.

Wang Lin went straight upstairs and pushed Zhou Porridge's bedroom away.

Zhou Congee was bending over, putting the bamboo slips into the cabinet.

Wang Lin walked in and hugged her from behind, dishonestly.

Zhou Congee chuckled: "It's so itchy!"

"Where does it itch? I'll scratch it for you."

"Hate it, ask questions knowingly!"

Wang Lin exerted a little force to turn her delicate body around.

Zhou Porridge breathed like blue, and his breath gradually increased: "Don't mess around! My mother is downstairs."

When Wang Lin was in a hurry, how could he care so much?
In the arms of a princess, he picked up Zhou Porridge by the waist, and walked towards the large European-style bed.

"You, are you serious?" Zhou Congee was horrified.

Although she and Wang Lin had communicated the song earlier, but it had never been like today, the mother was downstairs, and the two of them were messing around upstairs!
"Think about it! If my mother comes up and sees—you don't need to see it, you just need to hear the noise outside, and you're finished!"

"Zhou Congee died under the skirt, a ghost and a hero!"

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(End of this chapter)