Rebirth of the rich and powerful

As expected, Mr. Jiang's trick of cutting off his tail to survive was extremely beautiful.

He first showed people with a weak and old appearance, and apologized sincerely and beautifully. For the offended companies in the industry, he personally visited and apologized one after another, and tried his best to compensate for the losses. The appearance of leaning.

On the other hand, the third child, Jiang Linzhou, had solid evidence and was sentenced to death. The second child, Jiang Linya, was only an accomplice and received 15 years in prison.

As soon as the news came out, the public felt that the Jiang family did not use money to gain privileges. For a while, the tide of public opinion gradually dissipated, and several news such as celebrity divorces came out. Completely forgotten, the Ziyuan Group was finally able to retreat.

In Jiang's old house, Jiang Xiangyu wanted to go directly to have a fight with the old man, but his mother held him back.

"Why, why!" Jiang Xiangyu's eyes were full of tears, his eyes were angry and stubborn, and he yelled at his mother, "Dad has done all these years for the Jiang family, why is he now a heinous sinner? , all the crimes were laid on his head?!"

The third wife just hugged him tightly and cried.

"I'm going to ask Grandpa why he wants to keep that trash Jiang Linya, but push my father to die!" He struggled hard, threw off his mother's restraint, and wanted to rush out the door angrily.

"Idiot!" The third wife also followed closely, held her son down, and then lowered her voice and whispered into his ear: "Who do you think your father took the blame for?"

"Of course it's that trash Jiang Linya!" Jiang Xiangyu gritted his teeth with red eyes.

"Wrong! It's for your grandpa!" The third wife's voice was urgent and low, and the ending turned into an almost inaudible breath, "It's your grandpa..."

Jiang Xiangyu froze on the spot.

Only then did the third wife loosen her son's hand, and smiled desolately: "In this family, people are no longer human and ghosts, do you think the old man doesn't know?"

"Of course he knows, it's because of him that he is the worst ghost!" The third wife's eyes were empty, and another stream of tears welled up.

"Grandpa? How come...he didn't care about things long ago?" Jiang Xiangyu muttered to himself.

"It turns out that you are still young, and you haven't let you know many things," the third wife stared blankly at her son who was becoming more and more like her husband, "The old man doesn't care about things on the surface, but in fact, everything in the dark is in his hands." , your father... is just a puppet."

"He has been suffocated for more than ten years, but it is just a gun in the old man's hand. He is already black and black, but what about your grandpa..." The third wife laughed, "It's still a dry man. Clean, poor old man."

"So your father is not reconciled. He always wants to prove that he is not just the gun in the old man's hand. Now it's okay. Something happened and the gun was thrown out. The person holding the gun clapped his hands and just cried. "The third wife stood up staggeringly, "What does it have to do with your second uncle? He is just a thing that was deliberately raised and disabled. Your father wanted to be a smart person, but now he is going to die. He is an idiot, so he can still be safe. Live a long time with peace of mind."

"I'm afraid the old man never thought that the idiot he trusts the most, his son who he thought would never cause any disaster, but let the people under him take advantage of the loopholes. He is famous all over the world. It's funny, it's really funny..." The third wife muttered in a low voice. , the expression on his face was like a smile but not a smile, or a cry but not a cry.

Jiang Xiangyu was quiet for a long time, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Is there any evidence? Isn't Dad saved?"

The third wife stood still and laughed loudly abruptly: "Whoever wants to be a smart person has always been a fool. Son, don't be like your father, it's not worth it."

A truly smart person has long since escaped cleanly, and he can even be sympathized with the pitiful experience of his descendants' unfilial piety.

A few dark clouds came over the gloomy sky. The old house was like a tomb that had been silent for a long time. There were more than a dozen old trees in front of and behind the house, and the dark branches and leaves surrounded the house. , the sun never shines in.

"Either leave completely, or become the real master of this house." The third wife looked at her son and said word by word.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, carrying the smell of an approaching storm.

Jiang Yun's side is also very busy.

The design drawings have been finalized long ago, and the paper patterns and sample garments have also been prepared, but for some reason, the boss is not in a hurry to contact the factory to start production.

"Boss!" Xin Tong felt that since he got the salary from Jiang Yun, he had aged many years, and he was too worried. "I asked a few factories, and the production there is almost full! Don't hurry up If you place an order, you will have to wait until next spring!"

Jiang Yun nodded slowly, indicating that he heard it.

"Could it be possible that you still want to place an order at Jiang's Garment Factory? Even if this incident is over, you've got a grievance there, what should you do if you get stuck?" Xin Tong said.

Jiang Yun still shook his head slowly: "Of course I won't look for Mrs. Jiang, and I'm not stupid."

"Then what are you waiting for? Laifu and Li's are both old factories with a good reputation. You are not willing. Jianglong's equipment is new and the skills of the workers are good. You are still not willing. What do you want to find? What kind of factory?!" Xin Tong really felt that he was going crazy.

It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch... Bah, bah, it's the palace maid who is in a hurry... No, the female officer... Oh, who cares, I'm so worried!

"Forget it, forget it, I don't care, anyway, this is your factory, why should I worry!" Xin Tong waved his hand, and the old lady didn't care!

Jiang Yun smiled and continued to hang around on the Internet.

The changing times are most intuitively reflected on the Internet.

Just a few years later, Weibo was not very popular. People chatted on WeChat, checked Moments, watched various short video clips, and followed Internet celebrities to buy clothes and cosmetics. But now, WeChat has just appeared, and many later The function has not yet appeared, and the short video website has no shadow.

Now, the blogs and forums that almost disappeared later are still booming, and a large number of early Internet celebrities have begun to use various fashion or beauty blogs to gather fans and make money with goods.

Following the recommendations of search engines and forums, Jiang Yun visited many blogs of internet celebrities.

The composition and lighting have been carefully designed, with inductive text. Although it is not yet on the scale of later generations, this batch of the earliest Internet celebrities have gradually touched the door, but they are only close to the door. Can soar into the sky.

At this time, there are not many big Vs with millions of fans. Many people just regard this as a hobby. Of course, it is not bad to earn some pocket money. Few people in the industry will bet on these grassroots. At this time, It is still the barbaric growth period of Internet celebrities.

Unlike later generations, Internet celebrities are almost all group operations and company operations. Behind each traffic Internet celebrity there is a whole team serving them, which symbolizes a steady stream of attention and money.

Jiang Yun just wanted to take advantage of this time of barbaric growth, intervene early and get a dividend.

The Internet celebrity economy, after a few years, will be a huge piece of fat that many people will covet.

Jiang Yun wanted to explore the direction of the wind through the launch of the new model this time.

The sales model of graphics and text is much slower than that of webcasting. The frequency of cooperation with factories is about once a month, with dozens of models per month. This is much slower than the efficiency of live broadcasting Internet celebrities in later generations, but it is often the same as the current style. Compared with the efficiency of selling for one or two years, it is already a leap forward.

General factories are really unwilling to accept such orders.