Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

Hearing what Zhou Cuiping said, the corners of Feng Jun's eyes twitched slightly. Just as the saying goes, a rich man in the mountains has distant relatives, while a poor man in a busy city has no one to care about him.

Feng Jun's family has never been so well-received. Although they had some relatives and friends in the past, they were far less than they are now.

Now that Feng Jun's family is living a better life, the door of their house is often worn out.

"How do they know I want to start a company?" Feng Jun looked at everyone with some confusion.

"Hehe, didn't you say that in the live broadcast room? That day when you were live streaming, you said that you might start your own company, so naturally people heard it. Let me tell you, there are quite a few people in the village watching your live broadcast room right now." Zhou Cuiping rolled her eyes at Feng Jun and said.

"Uh, is that so? Forget it, just ignore them." Feng Jun waved his hand and said.

Feng Jun has indeed started planning to set up his own company. During this period of time, Feng Jun has actually accumulated a sum of money. Although it has not reached tens of millions, Feng Jun can still take out millions of dollars.

As for setting up a company, Feng Jun's first priority is to set up his own media company, which will mainly focus on recruiting and training anchors, and secondly on training several anchors who will sell goods, etc.

In addition, Feng Jun also plans to set up two factories, one is a factory brand mainly producing clothing, and the other is a factory mainly producing snacks.

Feng Jun actually has no experience in running a company. After all, from the very beginning, Feng Jun was just an ordinary worker. If it weren't for the restart of Fantasy Westward Journey, Feng Jun might still be living a nine-to-nine life.

Fortunately, just because Feng Jun didn't have the same idea doesn't mean that others didn't have it. When Feng Jun told his idea to several people in the team, he immediately got the support of everyone in the team.

Especially Lao Kong and Chu Luotian, they gave their suggestions at the first opportunity, and even asked their subordinates to help Feng Jun come up with a few business plans.

When it comes to running a company, both Kong Mingyu and Chu Luotian are the most professional. One is a self-made man who created a milk tea brand that is famous throughout China in Shanghai and successfully listed it on the market.

One is the son of a real estate tycoon in Guangzhou, who is now one of the top real estate developers in China. His future successor is hailed as a business genius by many business people.

During these days, Feng Jun chatted with the two of them a lot, and learned from them how to run a business and how to utilize the huge traffic he now has.

Chu Luotian gave a particularly straightforward and effective suggestion, which was to spend money and hire some professional managers to help run the company, while he himself would control the general direction from the back.

As Chu Luotian said, Feng Jun is definitely not as good as many professional business veterans, let alone graduates from top MBAs at home and abroad. But as long as he has money, he can hire people to help run the business.

"Son, aren't you going to pay attention to those people in the village?" Feng Jianhua looked at Feng Jun with some confusion.

"Well, even if you really start a company in the future, you probably won't look for people from the village. I am very clear about the disadvantages of nepotism. Also, Zishan, I remember that you studied design, right? I really want you to help me design some nice clothes in a few days." Feng Jun said, looking at Feng Zishan beside him.

"Brother, didn't you say that we shouldn't appoint people based on personal connections?" Feng Zishan rolled her beautiful eyes and gave Feng Jun a look.

"Others are others, and you are you. But I heard from my mom that you've been receiving phone calls constantly recently. Could it be that you really have provoked the little yellow-haired boy?" Feng Jun glared at Feng Zishan and said.

"No, he's a classmate, my roommate in the dormitory. Brother, what are you thinking about all day long? I just entered college and I have no plans to fall in love. Even if I do, my boyfriend in the future will definitely be a rare and outstanding guy." Feng Zishan frowned slightly, glanced at Feng Jun and said.

"That's good. By the way, there is one more thing. Be careful of that guy Xiao Hei. Don't pay attention to the messages he sends you." Feng Jun said hurriedly.

"Brother Zhilong? Why? Brother Zhilong is very nice to me?" Feng Zishan asked with some confusion.

"There's no need to ask so many reasons. That guy is just a playboy. Well, let's stop talking and go quickly. If we go too late, there will be nothing to eat." Feng Jun waved his hand and said.

The village square was already bustling with people, and countless villagers were already seated, patiently waiting for their meals to be served.

When Feng Jun and his family walked to the village square, the crowd around them burst into warm cheers. After all, Feng Jianhua had spent a lot of money on the renovation of the village ancestral hall, and even the buffet this time was mostly paid for by Feng Jianhua.

Feng Jianhua's money was naturally from Feng Jun. Feng Jianhua had been an ordinary migrant worker all his life, and was actually an ordinary person in the village. A few months ago, he heard that the ancestral hall in the village was going to be renovated, and Feng Jianhua also wanted to donate some money.

When Feng Jun first heard Feng Jianhua telling him this, he immediately understood what Feng Jianhua was thinking.

The old man had never had a glorious life, and now there was such an opportunity, Feng Jun actually gave the old man some support. After all, if the ancestral hall was successfully renovated, Feng Jianhua's name would also be able to leave a strong mark in the family tree.

For many traditional older generations, being able to leave some deeds in the family tree is already a very good thing.

Seeing so many people cheering around him, Feng Jianhua seemed to straighten his back a little and smile more often.

Seeing Feng Jianhua like this, Feng Jun smiled, and then took Shen Lin'er to sit down.

The buffet then began. This time it was much more sumptuous than in the past, with everything from shark fin to shark fin, making it a very luxurious banquet.

As soon as Shen Lin'er saw the sumptuous dishes on the table, her foodie nature was immediately revealed, and any previous doubts in her mind were immediately thrown out of her mind.

"Boss, this is too rich, isn't it?" Shen Lin'er said with a smile on her face.

"Well, didn't I say it yesterday? I'll take you to eat something delicious." Feng Jun said with a smile.

"Yeah, but boss, don't use me as a joke next time. This joke is not funny at all." Shen Lin'er frowned slightly and glanced at Feng Jun and said.

"Cross the bridge? I'm not using you as a bridge. I'm serious. Although it may be a bit abrupt, I still want you to be my girlfriend. I think you are quite suitable to be the boss's wife." Feng Jun said with a smile.

"Ah?" Shen Lin'er was stunned. She had never expected Feng Jun to say that.