Reborn as the youngest son of a chaebol, let's get to know his sister-in-law!

Chapter 71 The future son-in-law comes to visit!

In Chen Daojun's original memory, it can be said that the traditional cultural dispute between Huaxia and Hanguo has been unrested and repeated.

From when Li Ziba made kimchi and was besieged by cold country netizens, to when Cantonese people made ginseng chicken soup was questioned by the Han country media, Chen Daojun understood that sentence, the end of the universe is not Cao County, nor civil servants, but Han country!

Even the Spring Festival celebrated every year, the most important festival of the year, was also targeted by Han Country.

Some cold country netizens said on the Internet that the Lunar New Year is from the cold country and originated from the cold country, and China stole their Spring Festival.

For such remarks, some foreign netizens couldn't stand it any longer, and started to popularize science for cold country netizens.

Everyone mentioned that in Han Country, except for some stupid trolls, no one would say that Chinese New Year originated from Han Country.

Fortunately, it is still the old Zheng (Spring Festival) in 1996, and the Wuchang Network has not yet had the opportunity to show its true strength.

On this old day, the country has a 3-day holiday.

But the day before, when Chen Daojun was driving to Mao Xianmin's house for dinner, he passed by the street and found that almost 80% of the restaurants were "listed and closed."

Chen Daojun thought about it carefully, and it should be the same as the Spring Festival travel in China. Many foreigners can work in City H until the New Year's Eve. Because of the small size of the cold country, they only need to go one day in advance to ensure their return home.

Recalling the scene of thousands of troops returning home before New Year’s Eve, Chen Daojun couldn’t help but smile. It seems that the custom of going home for reunion dinner is the same no matter where he is.

Before the car reached the door, Chen Daojun vaguely saw a slim figure through the foggy window.

As soon as he got out of the car, Chen Daojun saw a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, who is it not Mao Xianmin!
"Ouba, it's been 5 minutes overtime." Mao Xianmin smiled sweetly at Daojun.

Today, she deliberately wears a very fashionable medium-length hair, with a middle part and slightly curled outwards, which looks fashionable and generous.

Chen Daojun looked him up and down, and found that this girl was very good at temperament.

Mao Xianmin is wearing a long white down jacket today, with a slender waist, and the slightly down jacket looks very slim on her
Mao Xianmin seemed to have waited for a while, his little hand like a jade onion was flushed red from the cold, and he couldn't help but put his hand to his mouth to warm it up.

Chen Daojun thought it was so cute, he couldn't help but parted her little hands, and stuffed them into his waist pockets without any explanation.

"I turned on the heater in the car this way, and the clothes are so warm inside, helping you to heat up."

He didn't think about it, it was a bit like Mao Xianmin was embracing himself, he only felt a faint sweet smell in his nose, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Chen Daojun rarely looked at her so closely. Compared with Jin Xishan's charm, Mao Xianmin had a different kind of youthful atmosphere.

Mao Xianmin was stunned, Chen Daojun was indeed warm in his pocket, but this posture was too ambiguous, she had never been so close to a boy before.

Her big watery eyes flickered twice quickly, she blushed, lowered her head, and said in a soft voice, "Ouba, I'm not so cold anymore, they're still waiting for us"

When she said this, she turned her face slightly, because the breath from the tip of Chen Daojun's nose spit on her face, which gave her a strange feeling.

Chen Daojun said kindly, indeed, no matter as a junior or as a guest, it is inappropriate for the master to wait for a long time.

When the two separated, Mao Xianmin walked to the front first. When she reached the gate, she pressed the door switch: "Ouba, my family has hired a security guard. I'll tell him now. Next time you come over, just say hello directly!"

When Mao Xianmin called the security guards to come out to identify people, Chen Daojun was also woken up.

Even Mao Zhicheng knew that he needed to hire security guards. He had always been a Kim Sung-cheol, and sometimes he even acted alone.

I remembered that in the family, the boss and the old woman were all the ones who bought a dump truck to kill people.

It seemed that he really wanted to develop his security force.

Otherwise, if you have a life to earn money but not a life to spend, you will become someone else's wage earner.

"Okay, the security guard said he recognized you, let's go!"

Mao Xianmin clapped her hands to indicate that the door was open, and asked Daojun to continue to follow her inside.

When they arrived at the villa, it was Mao Xianna who opened the door for them.

Chen Daojun was surprised at first.

I haven't seen her in 8 years. The former Mao Xianna has changed a lot. Her face has a pair of childish and beautiful eyes decorated with long eyelashes, like two crystal grapes.

Coupled with a long V-neck black and white knitted sweater, it feels youthful and invincible.

Although the appearance has changed a lot, the personality remains the same.

Mao Xianna still blushes like that, only after returning home for a few days did she realize that it turned out that her father relied on his help to get out of trouble, and her sister often talked about him, which made Mao Xianna a lot of curiosity.

Seeing the real person, she found that Chen Daojun had long brows like willows and a body like a jade tree. When she welcomed him in, she couldn't help but take a few more peeks.

So handsome, even more handsome than the characters in the comics!

Two-dimensional home girl Xian Na seems to have a deer jumping in her heart.

There are many little stars in the eyes.

Mao Zhicheng, who came from the kitchen, put on his apron, looking like a chef.

"Hello, Uncle!" Chen Daojun bowed politely, and the proper etiquette must be indispensable.

"Daojun is here, right? Sit down quickly and be more casual. Just treat it as if you are in your own home. The two of you will go to the kitchen and serve up the leftover dishes!"

Mao Zhicheng had already prepared all the dishes, greeted his daughter, and pulled Chen Daojun to sit at the dinner table.

Different from the last time, this time Mao Zhicheng's home has been carefully decorated, with a strong atmosphere of the New Year.

There is one thing to say, the president of the newspaper personally cooks and cooks a table of dishes, and the taste is not bad.

Mao Zhicheng is also a very talkative person, and the two began to talk about each other.

Mentioning the recent situation of the newspaper office, Mao Zhicheng beamed with joy.

"Daojun, this time, because the president of Yuanyang Newspaper, Yan Zaixun, and other staff were arrested, the group has no leader, and the stock price has plummeted. Our Xiancheng Daily stock price has continued to rise and fall, and we are not far from becoming the leader of private newspapers!"

"Yes, Uncle, what plans do you have for the development of the newspaper in the future?" Chen Daojun took the opportunity to insinuate, trying to understand Mao Zhicheng's thoughts.

When it comes to the future development of the newspaper, Mao Zhicheng is full of ambition.

"Newspapers are the focus of our newspaper's work. For the development of the newspaper, I will make some innovations and improvements to the newspaper, improve the deficiencies in the past, and improve the news writing, typesetting, and proofreading of the newspaper."

Perhaps it was an original intention. When it came to the development of newspapers, Mao Zhicheng was eloquent.

After listening, Chen Daojun felt that his direction was still a bit off, and pointed out the problem.

"Although the circulation of newspapers is very important, which reflects a kind of market share, have you ever thought that there is a limit to the daily purchase of newspapers by citizens?"

Mao Zhicheng was a little strange: "But now the daily purchase of Xiancheng Times is less than 300 million copies, which is far from reaching the limit, isn't it?"

Chen Daojun knew that this was the limitation of a journalist's thinking, so he couldn't help pointing to a piece of beef on the table and asked: "Although we like to eat beef, it is only an option after all. No one can eat beef every day. Many people may Eat it today, and change to another flavor tomorrow.”

"I know, but if the national is a newspaper, now he can only use the Times to learn about the developments of the day!"

Mao Zhicheng still didn't understand.

Chen Daojun had no choice but to tell him what later generations learned about the development and growth of the newspaper.

"Newspapers are paper media. With the development of the Internet and new media, the market share of paper media will gradually shrink."

(End of this chapter)