I really just want to make money

Chapter 308 Dinner
"How has President Ma developed since he came to the capital?" Zhang Hua asked.

Ma Xiaoyun took a drink from his glass, sighed, and said, "Didn't you figure it all out before?"

"Our boss really knows how to tell fortunes?" Fang Wei asked in surprise, and looked at Zhang Hua casually and thoughtfully, wondering if Zhang Hua also calculated it when he was speculating in foreign exchange.

Ma Xiaoyun smiled and said: "Your boss is very accurate in fortune-telling!
After I brought people to the capital, I helped the country create two websites, and now I am the general manager of an e-commerce company. However, as Mr. Zhang expected, I am not very comfortable with the rules of the system.

But it's just the beginning, and it's impossible to leave immediately, you have to get used to it and try it out, and the company has just started operating, so it's impossible for me to leave now. "

"That's true!" Zhang Hua nodded and said with a smile: "No matter what you do, since you have already done it, at least you should have a beginning and an end.

In fact, in life, good times and bad times are a kind of gain. Good times are good, but adversity may not be beneficial. Looking back, adversity not only gives you exercise, but you can also learn a lot. "

"Mr. Zhang can be considered a wunderkind, is there a time of adversity?" Ma Xiaoyun asked with a smile.

"Yes, how could it not be?" Zhang Hua smiled and said, "I said two years ago that I was so poor that I couldn't even eat meat, so naturally I have endured a lot of hardships in life."

The four talked and laughed for a while, and Zhang Hua mentioned the business.

"I partnered with someone to open a supermarket in Guancheng, and it did well. We adopted the model of building a shopping mall with our own land, mainly because the rent rose too fast and led to excessive expenses.

Recently, I am planning to develop in the capital city. Now I am overwhelmed and don't know where to start. The main thing is about the land. Does Mr. Ma have any acquaintances in this area to introduce him? "

Ma Xiaoyun thought for a while, and said, "Just go to the China Merchants Bureau and ask. As Mr. Zhang, it should be a green light all the way!"

Zhang Hua smiled, said nothing more, and greeted the two of them to eat.

If someone is willing to help you, just accept this favor. Zhang Hua won't say much if it's inconvenient for him. It's just a meeting by chance, so naturally he won't force anything.

Ma Xiaoyun thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Why don't Mr. Zhang come here to set up a table tomorrow, and I can introduce some friends to Mr. Zhang?"

"Haha, that's great!" Zhang Hua said with a smile: "It just so happens that I'm free these days, so it's good to go out for a drink and meet some friends!"

Four people drink two bottles of Erguotou just right, not too drunk, and not without feeling.

In fact, whoever can drink is just blowing out, unless you are born with no allergies to alcohol, otherwise it is impossible to drink half a catty of wine without getting drunk.

After dinner, Fang Wei called the bodyguards over to help Ma Xiaoyun and the others drive them back.

Zhang Hua is also going to go back and take a nap to sober up. Drinking at noon is not good. You can't do things in the afternoon when you are drunk, unlike drinking at night and sleeping all night to sober up.

After sleeping until after two o'clock, Zhang Hua woke up, wiped his face and looked around, and found that Xiao Ping'an was looking at him with wide-eyed eyes. He couldn't help but smiled, and the little guy also laughed.

This made Zhang Hua feel better instantly. He got up and moved his hands and feet, and teased the little guy: "Boy, what are you laughing at?"

"Hey hey!" Xiao Ping'an naturally couldn't speak, but it didn't hinder a simple exchange.

Zhang Hua picked up the little guy, then walked out of the room, and saw Chen Jun typing on the keyboard in front of the computer. After typing a few times, he stopped and frowned, thinking for a while.

Zhang Hua couldn't help laughing: "Is it so difficult to write?"

"What do you think?" Chen Jun couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said, "You're so good, so come and try writing!"

"You can do it, right?" Zhang Hua said with a smile.

Chen Jun pouted, not wanting to talk to anyone anymore.

"Tell me, where I got stuck, or let me see what you have written, and then give you some advice, one person counts the short and the other counts the long!" Zhang Hua hugged his son and sat next to Chen Jun.

Chen Jun thought about it, but this time he didn't close the document page. Zhang Hua looked at it and saw that it said Chapter 1. He only wrote [-] words in total, and he didn't even travel to the end of Han Dynasty.

Zhang Hua thought for a while, and smiled: "Actually, there is no need to explain the identity of the protagonist. You can completely describe a scene. For example, the protagonist wakes up directly from the bed, feeling very hungry and thirsty, and feeling uncomfortable all over, and then a The old lady came in with a bowl of water for the protagonist to drink."

"You don't need to reveal the identity of the protagonist, how do people know who the protagonist is and what he does?" Chen Jun asked.

Zhang Hua said with a smile: "Can we explain this clearly through dialogue or the protagonist's thoughts, for example, the old woman can call the protagonist's name, or say that your father has gone to farm, and your brother has gone hunting in the mountains.

The basic positioning of such a family of four came out. Didn’t people who read your novels have a vague understanding all of a sudden? "

"Why is it a family of four?" Chen Jun said: "There was no family planning in ancient times, and there were old people and children. Can't a family have more people?"

"Of course it's possible!" Zhang Hua said, "But there are too many characters, and people can't remember so many people. Let the four describe each of them, not only can people have a clear understanding, but also can be very good. Remember these people?"

Chen Jun thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right, then what?"

"Then it's simple. The protagonist has no money and his family is poor, so you have to find a way to make the protagonist earn money. Is a modern person afraid that he won't be able to make money when he returns to ancient times?" Zhang Hua laughed.

Chen Jun frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I really can't think of how a modern person can make money back in ancient times. Tell me how to make money?"

"There are so many ways. Think about things that didn't exist in ancient times but are easy to do in modern times. Can't you make money by making them and selling them?" Zhang Hua said.

"For example, what are there?" Chen Jun asked.

Zhang Hua thought for a while and said, "For example, soap can be made by filtering out alkaline water with burnt plant ash, and then mixing it into oil. In ancient times, soap horns were used to wash clothes, so there must be no soap. Let's clean it up!"

Chen Jun thought for a while and just wanted to nod, then shook his head and said: "Ancient oil is a valuable item, who would be willing to use it to wash clothes, it won't work for you, at least in the early stage, after all, the protagonist's family is so poor."

(End of this chapter)