Gossip King

Sure enough, the situation at night was similar to Tan Banyan thought, but there were some discrepancies.

This is not so much a meeting, as it is a visit by Tan Banyan.

Tan Banshee really is just like the legend, people he despised, he didn't give time to talk to people for a long time, and people he looked up to had infinite love for wine.

However, Gao Leng only met with him for about fifteen minutes, and did not give him time to be a song for wine, but gave him everything about social science magazines that Tan Banchan wanted.

"Mr. Gao, how much do you plan to invest in social science magazines?" Tan Banchan's concern naturally cannot be separated from investment. The literati can't be a company, everything can only be turned around with investment.

"Since I invited Mr. Tan to do this piece, and you are an expert in this piece, naturally, I will vote as much as you say."

Tan Banchan thought that Gao Leng would definitely invest a lot when he made a shot. It can be seen from his investment in the Imperial Doll. During this period of time, he also made a lot of effort in making the decision to join Gao Leng, and inquired about the investment situation of other projects in Gao Leng. , Most of them are about the same: as long as he takes a fancy, he will not blink.

But Tan Banyan didn't expect that the amount of money invested would be determined by himself.

"Me? Let me decide?" Tan Banyan held his hip flask in one hand, incredibly and eagerly, after all, when Auli came to be an empire doll, Mr. Gao was also delegating power and had long heard of it.

"Yes." Gao Leng nodded, and stretched out a finger: "I only have one request, the first social science magazine in China, a boutique. You decide on the capital, and you can calculate how much employees need, and report. Just give it to me."

"That...in terms of income..." Tan Banyan looked at Gao Leng cautiously, and said that he felt guilty about the income. The Imperial Doll has a large group of children, and this group is more than a hundred times as many social science books as the people of the Empire. Social science magazines are niche magazines. In the Empire, almost no one cares about them. There are several good social science magazines in Hong Kong, and some inland literati subscribe, but the number is very small.

"You are not responsible for the income." Gao Leng waved his hand: "I will send a dedicated operation team. As I said, I only have one requirement, the best social science magazine in China."

These conversations, apart from the greetings at the meeting, plus the time to order tea, are less than ten minutes.

"Your salary is determined according to your salary when you were in Europe." Gao Leng looked at the time.

Although Tan Banchan doesn't take money seriously, he is also surprised that the domestic salary can be so high. After all, although domestic social science magazines are in short supply, or even blank, they are really hard to sell.

Social sciences and social sciences have very high literacy requirements for readers, and they cover a wide range of knowledge. Naturally, the text is not as fascinating as the novel, and most of the hard stuff.

To put it ugly, maybe the profit of books sold in one month is not as good as Tan Banyan's salary.

"In terms of salary..." Tan Banxi pushed his thin-rim round-frame glasses: "In terms of salary, I don't need to be so high. I can use my best ability to seek benefits for magazines in foreign countries. many……"

"Okay, how can there be fewer people than the previous one after the job change? That's it." Gao Leng looked at the time: "Don't worry about the operation. There are specialties in the surgery industry. You can do the magazine well."

Tan Banyan looked at Gao Leng to check the time, so he quickly said: "That's OK, then I won't disturb you. I will bring my team to Starlight Group to report tomorrow."

Gao Leng stood up, thought of something when he walked to the door, turned back, picked up the wine glass and raised it: "It is my honour to invite a real social science magazine expert like you, so don’t worry too much. The current empire is no longer the previous empire. Today, our middle-class population is 500 million, 500 million, and the proportion of these 500 million people who read social science magazines can be cultivated. Our empire is a big country for thousands of years, which means it is backward in modern times. For people, we will not lose because of the paper. I am confident that social science magazines will have very good sales, not this year, next year, not next year, and next year."

"But for so many years..."

"Our empires are too eager for quick success and quick gains in doing things. Do it slowly and well, and make it into the best social science publication in Asia. Good things will shine. And..." Gao Leng stretched out his hand and patted Tan Banyan on the shoulder. "Some things cannot be measured by money, like culture, a cultural person like you. The salary is so high, this is my respect for you. I am a rough person and don’t know how to express my admiration for you. Just express it in vulgar salary. Thank you for coming."

Although Tan Banchan's expression didn't change much when he heard this passage, he was already a restrained person. But after Gao Leng left, he drank by himself until three o'clock in the morning. He heard that the assistant helped him to go back, and he vomited.

Along the way, I heard Tan crying for a while and laughing for a while.

Others say that Tan Banyan wants to be famous, rich and rich, and it's good to have a leisurely life in a bookstore. But others didn't know the distress in his heart and the pain that his ambitions could not show. Perhaps Gao Leng didn't know it. He just laid out social science magazines from the perspective of business planning, but he saved Tan Banxian's ambitions.

Compared with the pain of many returnees in China who are truly extremely rich in gold, and unable to truly display their talents, Tan Banchan is lucky.

Gao Leng was anxious to go back, mainly because he would fly to Guangzhou tomorrow, and then meet several software companies intensively next day, and to attend an annual high-end summit organized by the government in Guangzhou tomorrow night, indispensable Summit.

Tomorrow is destined to be a busy day, and there are still a lot of official business to deal with today.

After arriving home, Gao Xiaowei sat quietly on the sofa. Her ears were lingering. When she heard the movement, she immediately bounced and opened the door. From afar, Gao Leng just got out of the elevator and saw the door open, and a piece of goose was flowing The bright light, and then, a little cutie with a ball head stuck out his head.

"Little Tail?!" Gao Leng was surprised, and immediately quickened his pace.

Gao Xiaowei has asked to live alone since he was injured last time. Sometimes when he wanted to, he would go to her with Gao Leng, and often sleep, so that Gao Leng also checked a lot of information to see if the squirrel is there. Fall hibernation...

The years are really like fine sand between your fingers, you just leave, and in a blink of an eye it is autumn again.

"You are going to Guangzhou." Gao Xiaowei jumped onto Gao Leng's body, with his legs tied around his waist.

"Did you use mind-reading?" Gao Leng was even more surprised. Since he was injured, although he spent 200 million to buy jewellery to treat her injuries, he continued to spend another 200 million to buy Tai Sui. Gao Xiaowei's health gradually improved. , But she has rarely used mind reading skills to raise her body.

"Well, I'm recovering now." Gao Xiaowei smiled sweetly, and kept hanging on her high cold waist with her legs crossed.

Gao Leng was dumbfounded as soon as he entered the door.

The floor is messy, all banana peels...

The refrigerator door is open, and it’s like being licked by a dog. There is nothing to eat. There are **** everywhere. This is indeed Xiaowei’s style. As a girl who loves to store, she is really not at all, but she is greedy. It's full.

"Eat so many bananas, be careful of diarrhea." Gao Leng slowly bends over, trying to gently put her on the sofa, since Xiaowei's **** is always painful after the tail is docked again, he is careful.

"No, no, I'm on you, don't come down." The little tail's claws grabbed his neck hard, rubbed his legs on the ground, and rode on the cold neck.

Gao Leng smiled helplessly, reached out and patted her thigh beside her face.

"You take me there too." Xiaowei said.

"Why do you suddenly want to follow me out? Don't you hate following me in office business?" Gao Leng asked.

"No, I want to go to that tree, that beautiful tree." Xiao Leng said softly. When she spoke softly, the tone that Gao Leng especially liked was soft and cute, just like a kindergarten child. That is the natural childish voice that adult humans cannot make.

"That tree?"

"Well, the tree near the railroad tracks, last time we were in autumn, it was so beautiful."

Gao Leng's face was filled with distressed color.

He will not forget the tree, the railroad track, and the scene where the little witch desperately pushed him away from the railroad track, breaking her tail for the first time.

Gao Leng knew clearly at that moment that he could not do without this witch. It was also at that moment that he knew that he was in love with this witch, so when he named the little witch later, he named Gao Xiaowei. .

Gao's little tail, Gao Leng's little tail.

"You said that at that time, and you want to see the tree again." Gao Leng's voice became hoarse.

That day, he held the little witch with a docked tail and walked across the tree. The exposed white bones and the white moon in the sky made Gao Leng walk in a hurry, while the little witch raised her weak eyes and looked at the surroundings. The trees on both sides were like It is generally in fairy tales, very beautiful under the moonlight, although there is only a short two or three kilometers of forest road, but it is in the heart of the witch.

"It's so beautiful, when I'm done, I will do it again." The little witch nestled in Gao Leng's arms and muttered.

"Okay, when you are done, I will accompany you." Gao Leng said.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed.

The little witch was injured twice, but Gao Cooling didn't bring her again. This made Gao Leng feel ashamed and guilty when facing Xiaowei's request.

Perhaps, many teenagers have said some promises, but how many promises are really fulfilled to that beautiful girl?

"Okay, it's autumn, I'll take you there." Gao Leng nodded: "But not in Guangzhou, after the meeting, I will take you there first, and then go on business."

"You can go to work, I can sleep in the hotel. You can't delay your work." Xiaowei twisted his butt.

"No more procrastination." Gao Leng shook his head and walked towards the bedroom: "Otherwise, something will be delayed."

After listening, Xiaowei laughed brilliantly, clapped his hands happily, jumped up and jumped onto the bed, but almost fell under the bed accidentally.

"Fuck you, be careful!" Gao Leng was startled.

The little witch immediately returned to the middle of the bed and pouted.

"You...what are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to fuck?" The little witch looked at Gao Leng with a confused look...