Boss, stay!

In the following time, Ji Laopan listened to an industry analysis meeting given by Mr. Meng, the main content of which was the development trend of Internet literature in the future.

It must be admitted that Mr. Meng came prepared, and Ji Laopan is a layman, and he also thinks that his theory of combining online literature, film, television, game comics, etc. into an industrial chain under the new situation is quite reasonable.

After Meng Sien analyzed the way out of the development of online literature, he began to analyze the advantages and disadvantages of the website in Dou Ying's hands. No, it focused on the shortcomings of the literature website in Dou Ying's hands compared to other platforms of the same type!

Meng Zhao didn't know whether he really knew about it behind his back or just a businessman's intuition. After listening to his youngest son for a long time, the initial anger in his heart caused by Meng Si'en's malicious speculation about Meng Siqing also disappeared. Of course he would Seeing her son's future prospects, her voice slowed down when she spoke: "Dou Ying is in this line of business, and she is looking for ways to expand the channels of her platform because she sees her disadvantages."

Meng Sien felt that he had made a big move on the cotton, but he still couldn't convince his father when he said this, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he stood there in a daze.

Meng Zhao tapped his finger on the table twice: "After talking about Dou Ying, tell us about us. After all, you and your eldest brother are fighting for our business."

Meng Sien unconsciously lowered his head, raised his chin and said stubbornly: "What can we say about our family!"

He is really a silly young master who has no deep experience in the world. Even Ji Laopan laughed at this point of superficiality and self-discipline, but he also envied Meng Sien's youth, vigor and cuteness.

His own son, Meng Zhao, is naturally easy to be attracted by him, but he still holds his breath and doesn't ask this question any more. He said in a common way: "Looking at your state a few days ago, what did you write?" Your face is so kind and radiant. Like a festival', watching Borges?"

Meng Sien's eyes lit up: "Papa knows Borges?"

"Father doesn't know, I, an old man, only know how to make money!"

Meng Sien acted coquettishly enough to call Dad, but this topic seemed to be a favorite of his, and he talked eloquently, from the life of this person to his works, as well as various translations, even the translator's style and thinking. When he said these things, his expression was relaxed, and his gestures were filled with confidence and joy.

Ji Laopan thinks objectively, a professional and confident look is always charming, even if he is usually a silly and sweet second young master.

To use the lines in the summer hit drama, it was Meng Sien who took them on a spiritual journey "from poetry to philosophy of life".

Meng Zhao looked at his son with a smile: "There are a lot of your personal opinions and thoughts, and those that you made up for a while, and people can tell the difference just by hearing it."

Ji Laopan followed Meng Lao's words and turned his head to look, only to see Meng Sien's face froze for a moment, the stubbornness and grievance in his eyes were too much, like a child who would not give up until he got his favorite toy, Ji Laopan felt , no matter how good words of persuasion, I am afraid that Meng Si'en will not listen to it.

He could see this, and so could Meng Zhao.

The people at the table were deadlocked, and it was Sister Qi who broke the silence. She came over with a mobile phone with a bright screen: "Siqing's phone number."

Meng Zhao looked at Meng Sien's expression and sighed, then picked up the phone and answered. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Meng Sien: "Don't worry, he's here with me. Electricity is on."

Hearing this, Meng Sien searched for the phone for a long time, took it out and found that it had already been turned off automatically, he forced it to turn on, and several text messages reminding him of missed calls came in, he clicked on the text messages one by one, smiled, and suddenly thought of Like something, he tilted his head and laughed, his eyes gleaming.

Meng Zhao hung up the phone and scolded him: "You still have a smile on your face. Such a big person will only cause people to worry. Your brother can't get through to your phone. I don't know what to worry about!"

Meng Si'en put the mobile phone that kept reminding her of low battery in Qi's hand, clasped his hands as if begging for help, he suddenly became emotional for no reason, and squinted at Meng Zhao with his smiling glasses: " Brother, don't answer my phone call!"

Meng Zhao was helpless: "He had a meeting with a client, and he hasn't even had a meal yet!"

Meng Sien nodded in agreement: "It's not easy to make money, let alone invest indiscriminately! Dad, the platform Dou Ying owns is not worth investing in!"

Meng Zhao was so annoyed that he didn't want to argue with him about this matter, he just said: "You have made things in the business field as clear as your Borges, Luis Cernuda, and then come talk to me about what is worth investing in. What is not worth investing in! There will be more opportunities in the future, so forget it this time.”

This was a big concession, and he considered letting his youngest son run the company, as long as he was capable.

"What do you mean forget it this time?" Meng Si'en seemed unable to tell, he only cared about what was in front of him, and stood up anxiously.

Meng Zhao was silent for a moment, as if giving up on Meng Sien, he said bluntly: "Dou Ying's side is going well, you don't have time this time. Also, I asked you that you have two professional exams next week, you go back to school first go."

Meng Sien's joy just now was scattered by these few words, his sunflower seemed to have endured the autumn frost, his head drooped, his expression panicked and depressed.

Meng Zhao patted Meng Sien's shoulder: "You really want to participate in business, and I can't stop you, but young man, you can't be so restless in the business world like you are now!"

Meng Si'en touched his face, bit his lip and calmed down, "Dad, I'm going out for a while, I need to make a call." He excused Ji Laopan, ran over to grab his phone, and hurried out the door.

The sudden opening and closing of the door brought a gust of wind, and the cold air from outside took the opportunity to sneak in. The sudden heat and cold caused a layer of goose bumps on the person's body.

Meng Zhao watched Sister Qi go over and close the door again, and watched Sister Qi give him a worried look, he slowly sat back on the chair, and after a while he sighed: "I made Mr. Ji laugh, this meal Didn’t eat it, okay, let sister Qi make us some snacks, she also has a set of knacks for making pastries, the taste is very different.”

Ji Kangcheng smiled: "Old Meng, you're welcome, the food is very good." He didn't know how to comfort the old man who kept his disappointment deep in his heart, and after being silent for a while, he said plainly: "Old Meng, don't worry too much. , Young Master Meng can see that his mind is pure and he won't do anything too outrageous."

Meng Zhao smiled: "A simple-minded person is more likely to hold on to an idea and not let go. I think he is obsessed, and he will not stop until he makes some noise! ​​Well, everyone says that it is better to be rich. If brothers, father and son For the sake of money, what's the point of just holding money!"

Ji Kangcheng had no choice but to comfort him: "Compared to Mr. Meng, I'm really young and dumb, but from my point of view, Mr. Meng has a close relationship with both Mr. Meng and Mr. Meng, so it's not like what Mr. Meng said. serious."

Meng Zhao stood up: "I have to remind Siqing to be careful, don't let this kid make any big troubles."