Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 511 Wealth Code
Yangcheng, a private villa.

A big Benz drove in slowly, turned around and stopped in front of a European-style three-story building.

The driver got out of the car, hurriedly opened the rear door, and a man in his 30s got out.

The man was wearing a light yellow casual suit.

However, his expression couldn't relax.

Especially the moment he looked at Xiaolou, there was a look of fear in his eyes.

"Young Sovereign." The driver called softly.

"Liang Chen, I've told you many times, don't call me that. I entered the WTO early, and if someone knows about it, I will cause trouble. Call me Mr. Zhou or Mr. Zhou." The man took a breath.

The driver named Liang Chen sighed slightly, "Yes, Young Master Zhou...why do we need to do things for her?"

"I hope this is the last time you ask this question."

The man stared at Xiaolou, and said slowly: "I want to surpass my father, um, that's it, it's that simple."

Then, the man walked into the small building.

A woman was sitting with her back to the gate, and when she heard footsteps, she said, "Zhou Mo, you are five minutes late."

The man Zhou Mo couldn't hear the tone of reproach for the woman's words, but he didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly said: "After all, Wanjia is the local snake in Yangcheng, I need to prepare well."

"A secular family gives you a headache?" The woman snorted, "I began to wonder if I found the wrong person."

Zhou Mo frowned slightly, "Miss Ma, you also said that it is secular, so you can't let me go on a killing spree, if that's the case, you don't need to find me, just rush to Wanjia to kill all of you It’s okay if not.”

"You and I only have one month, and I think you want it to be over as much as I do."

The woman said: "The press conference will be brought forward."

"When?" Zhou Mo asked.

"Since your name is Zhou Mo, let's put it on this weekend." The woman said.

Zhou Mo didn't make a sound. He looked at the second floor, as if he was looking for something.

The woman sneered, "There are not enough people testing the medicine."

Zhou Mo turned his head and walked out of the small building.

After getting in the car, the car drove to an office building called Jinyu Building in the urban area.

Zhou Mo took Liang Chen up to the 22nd floor by elevator.

The meeting room of Tiandu Technology is in session.

"Dear brothers and sisters."

A fat man stood up holding the conference table, his small eyes looked around at the crowd, his expression was a little excited, and his lips trembled a few times.

Calming down, he shouted: "I worked on one project after another, but it just didn't bloom; I worked on it for a year and a year, but I never had money to go home; I was cheated after another, and there were always new tricks; One loss after another, the experience is too deep."

"The world is developing, China is developing, and Yangcheng is developing at a high speed. Various wealth creation models, wealth management plans, and wealth codes are always in the hands of others."

"Are you willing?"

"I'm not reconciled!" Everyone roared with red faces and thick necks, and everyone was as excited as a fat man.

The fat man unbuttoned his collar, took a deep breath, and shouted, "However! Now! I, Wang Zhongliang, can clearly tell everyone..."

Fatty Wang Zhongliang glanced at everyone one by one, "Our opportunity... has come!"

"Come! Come! Come!"

One stood up, the other two stood up...all of them stood up as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Some people have been asking and discussing what to do in the 21st century to make the most money, but they can't find out why, and they can't find a result."

"Maybe someone said, take land to build a house, don't you see that the housing prices in Yangcheng are tens of thousands, I can tell you clearly that real estate is no longer worth it!"

"Some people also talk about e-commerce. I can also tell you that the cake in that field has been divided."

"Wait, there are too many, so I won't give examples one by one."

"I will tell you a result now, and I will tell you what makes the most money!"

The people around the conference table became short of breath, and all eyes were fixed on the fat Wang Zhongliang.

Wang Zhongliang reached into his arms and took out a box, like a medicine box, beautifully packaged and written: Beauty Capsules.

"I think everyone has seen it."

Wang Zhongliang showed it to everyone and said, "The answer is beauty capsules!"

"There has always been a saying in the business field that you will lose everything you do, and you will lose everything you do. However, women and children's things are sure to make money."

"Brothers and sisters who often watch the news and pay attention to current affairs may know what industry has developed the fastest in recent years? Yes, plastic surgery!"

"A whitening injection would cost a few thousand less, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands more, but how many people paid a heavy price for it? The money was spent, but their faces were disfigured."

Wang Zhongliang knocked on the beauty capsule, and said with a flushed face: "Beauty capsule, just one capsule can make the majority of beauty lovers look radiant, without the risk of surgery, not thousands of dollars, not tens of thousands, Not to mention hundreds of thousands, only 998 yuan!"

"It's not even 1000 yuan, Xiao Song, if a box of capsules can get rid of your freckles, would you be willing to spend this money?"

"willing!"

"Xiao Li, if a box of capsules could make you white, would you be willing to spend the money?"

"willing!"

"Sister Hua, if a box of capsules can make the frown on your face disappear forever, would you be willing to spend the money?"

"willing!"

"Listen, this is the voice of the majority of beauty-loving ladies from the heart!"

Wang Zhongliang roared: "The so-called wealth creation model, the so-called wealth management plan, and the so-called wealth code are this capsule!"

"This is a panacea, with him, is there room for other projects to survive?!"

"With beauty capsules, we are equivalent to having an ATM, that's how awesome it is!"

clap clap clap...

The applause was so warm that everyone wanted to smash their hands.

Zhou Mo and Liang Chen stood at the door of the meeting room.

Liang Chen frowned and said, "Young Master Zhou, can this group of strange people be the opponent of the Wan Family?"

"In Yangcheng, the Wan family dominates, who else would dare to fight against the Wan family?"

Zhou Mo knocked on the door, Wang Zhongliang looked up, and then trotted all the way, "Mr. Zhou, you are here, walk around, and sit in the office."

"Mr. Zhou, you have also seen that everyone is very enthusiastic and will definitely sell the beauty capsules all over the country."

In the general manager's office, Wang Zhongliang handed Zhou Mo and Liang Chen two glasses of water.

"I don't need to be popular all over the country, I just need to hit Wanjia's beauty cream." Zhou Mo said.

"It's a piece of cake." Wang Zhongliang looked confident.

"The press conference is ahead of schedule, this weekend." Zhou Mo said, "Put out the advertisement first and invite the media."

"Mr. Zhou, I can easily handle such trivial matters. You can just watch it. This time, I will cooperate with the underground forces in Yangcheng, and it is possible to move to Wanjia." Wang Zhongliang's fat face trembled with a smile.

He has been suffocated for half his life, and has been running around like a headless chicken. Now, he finally sees the opportunity to flex his muscles.

Wang Zhongliang must firmly seize this opportunity.

(End of this chapter)