I Am a Nobleman in England

Arthur said that he was very busy, and he was busy with everything, not just perfunctory Aymo, but really busy, no way, who would let him grab time and money!

It took one day to recruit 15 people again with Edward's help. On the same day, a development team of 20 people was formally established and officially settled in the cleaned up office space.

The next day, February 5, the Photowall Studio was officially opened for business.

That's right, Arthur did not use INS or IG as the name of his studio and software, but directly registered with the photo wall. After all, borrowing and imitating can't be the same.

Also on the same day, Arthur introduced his original idea of ​​the photo wall application software to the members of his studio development team.

A mobile application that supports Apple, Microsoft, and Android platforms, allowing users to capture their own life memories in any environment, select the filter style of the picture, and share to their own platforms, Facebook, Twitter and other social platforms with one click APP.

After Arthur’s detailed description was clear, the development team had a deep understanding of what his boss wanted, and after two hours of closed-door discussion meetings, at about 3 o’clock that afternoon, he wrote the first line. Code. . .

On February 6, Arthur selected one of several image processing companies and outsourced the development of the filter components. Arthur, who spent £500,000, once again felt that he had money to do things.

In the next few days, Arthur spread almost the whole process in the photo wall studio, using the impressions of those mature apps in his memory at any time to answer questions to the members of the development team, point out the direction, and prevent them from going unnecessary. Detours.

"What happened before?"

Arthur sat in the Rolls Royce, leaning on the seat with Erlang's legs tilted, and carefully flipping through a stack of documents. He raised his head and asked about the traffic jam where the car hadn't moved for a long time.

"Trafalgar Square is celebrating the Chinese New Year activities of the Celestial Dynasty. There is a traffic jam at all the intersections. Boss, need to wait a moment." The bodyguard looked back to Arthur Hui to report.

"Well, it's Chinese New Year——"

Arthur closed the document in his hand and sighed with infinite emotion, a look of recollection appeared on his face.

No matter how round the moon is abroad, it cannot compare to the bright moon in the hometown. . .

It took about half an hour before the car drove off the congested route. Arthur looked at the crowds of people on the other street through the car window, the lively and festive scene, and withdrew his gaze with extremely complicated expression.

"Boss, if you are interested, you can go and see it. There are not only dragon and lion dances, hip-hop, traditional Chinese dance, acrobatics, music and singing performances, but also many delicious and fun, very lively."

Through the rearview mirror, Bell, the bodyguard, saw his boss somewhat interested, and he couldn't help smiling and suggesting.

"Haha, forget it, there are too many people and too mixed, so I won't cause trouble for you..." Arthur smiled, then raised his watch to check the time and said, "Go to the fitness club, I Want to sweat!"

"Okay, boss." The driver responded immediately.

In the VIP room of the fitness club, Arthur was doing plank support, sweat from his cheeks dripped continuously on the yoga mat, and soothing music floated in the room. With a "click", the door of the VIP room opened and his The fitness coach came in.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bolin."

"Well, good afternoon, coach, hoo-" Arthur exhaled and lay down on the yoga mat, then sat up, adjusting his breathing, and said to the coach: "Sorry, this time is too busy. So, there is less time to work out here."

"Hehe, I saw the report, and I know you are busy with important things, nothing, as long as you follow the set of movements I taught you, and take a little time every day to do four sets, you can slowly achieve your body shape. "The coach will naturally not say much. After all, being able to retain super clients like Arthur is the greatest success of their fitness club.

As for Arthur's use of the club's VIP room as his designated place, the club is even more desperate.

Arthur is also very grateful for his own coach, otherwise, he would not be able to meet the best youwu Emily. Speaking of Emily Shaw, now she is really popular, not only relying on her own talent, but also receiving Nei clothing advertising, recently was invited to attend Milan International Fashion Week.

When she told Arthur the good news, Arthur also ridiculed the fashion brand that invited her. With Emily Shaw's figure, it is really not what ordinary fashion would dare to let her perform.

In any case, Emily Shaw’s star dream, at least took off, and Arthur finally did not eat for nothing, and became the scum of eating the king’s meal.

Buzzing--

Just as Arthur was working out according to the coach's guidance, the mobile phone on the side rang. The coach glanced at the direction of the phone, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, you take a break and we will continue later."

"Okay, thank you coach."

After several groups of high-intensity fitness exercises, Arthur was indeed a little tired, panting, picked up the towel on the side and wiped the sweat on his face and body. He walked to the phone that was still humming, picked up the phone, glanced at it, and smiled.

"Happy New Year! Honey."

"Hehe, New Year, baby."

As soon as the phone was connected, Arthur heard Jiang Lai's greetings and couldn't help but asked with a smile. He took his cell phone and walked to the sofa to sit down and started talking with Jiang Lai.

"...I have already told Zeng Xiaoxian what you mean, and he said he would reply to me as soon as possible, but there is basically no problem. To be honest, I really didn't expect "Love Apartment" to be so popular. I insist on going abroad, maybe I will also participate..."

Hearing Jiang Lai's regretful tone on the phone, Arthur couldn't help but chuckle and teased: "If you don't come to the UK, how can we meet, and how can I appreciate the exotic atmosphere?"

"Bah! You hate—"

Jiang Lai's humiliated and annoyed voice came on the phone, and it was easy for the sweetness of love to wash away her bad mood.

"Haha, haven't you seen the more annoying one?" Arthur raised his eyebrows and laughed at Jiang Lai, who is far away from thousands of rivers and mountains~www.readwn.com~, and asked in her groaning voice: "When are you going back to England?"

"It will take more than a week, sorry dear, I want to accompany my parents more at home..." Jiang Lai said softly in an apologetic tone on the phone.

"It's okay, I can hold on to it, but when I meet you, I hope you will be mentally prepared." The corner of Arthur's mouth raised, and he said with a joke.

"Hate! Ignore you..." Faced with the faceless Arthur's chuckle, Jiang Lai looked at his parents with curiosity and gossiping with a guilty conscience, turning his face flushed and covering it. The cellphone's microphone reprimanded, "You are necrotic!"

"Haha, men are not bad and women don't love. The worse you are, the more you can love. Well, dear, I wish you a happy Chinese New Year and all the best." Arthur laughed happily when he heard Jiang Lai's shy anger.

"I also wish you a happy Chinese New Year and love you..." Jiang Lai said softly and sweetly.

After hanging up the phone, Arthur shook his head and laughed, and then he began to call Wang Xiaomi and sister Zhilin to call the New Year greetings. After all, they are good friends with a lot of love, and they will come and go often in the future. Therefore, the cultivation of feelings is Can't stop for a moment.