Chapter 400 Report Your Growth to Him!

"Really?" Xue Wenyao smiled lightly. He picked up the teacup and drank slowly. In the fine white mist, he could only see a pair of shining eyes in the haze.

Familiar and unforgettable.

He remembered that he was like this 20 years ago, and he felt that the world could be in his hands.

"Mr. Xue, I want to invite you to join Tengsheng!"

Both parties were clear about their respective purposes, and there was no need to be mysterious and get to the point directly!

"I refuse." In a calm tone, "Mr. Song, I'm curious about who can keep sending me messages for two weeks. I'm meeting an online friend."

Online friend?

"Then... introduce each other's IDs."

"I'm Song Jiang, thank you!"

The outstretched hand was accompanied by astonished eyes. Xue Wenyao looked at the hand in front of him and laughed.

"Okay, call me Xue Wenyao."

The young and strong hand and the slightly old hand shook, the former had clean and strong veins, and the latter was slightly yellow with a few spots.

At this moment, the waiter knocked on the door.

"The guests' dishes are ready." The two looked at each other and said, "Come up." "Click--" The door was pushed open, and a young and beautiful waitress with a bun pushed a cart. She walked to the table, carefully brought a bowl of noodles, and glanced at the seats of the two people. The first bowl was placed in front of Song Jiang. The second bowl was Xue Wenyao. Song Jiang picked up the chopsticks and saw the noodles with a very good appearance. There was a layer of meat on the top of the bowl, which was soft and tender and would fall apart with a light pinch. The bowl opposite was completely light, with a few green vegetables and a little oil, ordinary plain noodles. "Eat first." The two people started to slurp the noodles at the same time. Song Jiang ate like a storm, without any restraint. Xue Wenyao on the opposite side was slow and had time to look at the young man opposite. Young people just have good appetites. As if his appetite was slightly stimulated by the other party, he picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it into his mouth. Before he had finished half of his meal, Song Jiang had already wiped his mouth with a tissue, looking at him with burning eyes.

"..." Xue Wenyao couldn't help but put down his chopsticks, and heard a sentence.

"Another bowl!"

Xue Wenyao's eyelids trembled. Every step of Song Jiang was beyond his expectations, and he always gave him a sense of surprise.

He picked up the landline next to him and instantly connected the specialist, "What service do you need?"

"Another bowl of noodles" paused, "Add more meat."

"Okay!"

After the phone was put back, Song Jiang praised: "Well done!"

"..." Xue Wenyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, don't starve you."

When the full bowl of noodles was served, Song Jiang first used chopsticks to deliver a piece of meat to the opposite side, and continued the storm.

Xue Wenyao stared at the piece of meat and smiled helplessly, crushed the meat with chopsticks, and put the shredded meat mixed with noodles into his mouth.

Five minutes later, both of them were full, and then they started to talk about business.

Song Jiang asked, "Are you short of money?"

Xue Wenyao shook his head and asked, "You should have checked it in advance. I just cashed out 1.3 billion."

Xue Wenyao, who had a billionaire's fortune, scratched his head and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

"I'm old and can't fight anymore."

"...Then don't you want to witness China's first 3A game?"

"I'll support you if you have one."

Almost every sentence he said was blocked by a ruthless wall. Xue Wenyao was not one of those young people in their early twenties who could be captured by passion and money.

He had everything he should have when he got to his status.

"...Then do you want to witness the birth of China's first enterprise?"

Xue Wenyao smiled and shook his head, raised the teapot, and refilled the empty teacup.

"When people get old, they want to sit or lie down, and don't want to move anywhere."

Song Jiang sipped his tea, his eyes rolling around, as if he was still thinking about his tricks.

All he heard was, "Do you know what an enterprise is?"

Just like Song Jiang investigated Xue Wenyao, Xue Wenyao also investigated Song Jiang. Facing this young man who has tens of billions of assets, Xue Wenyao can only evaluate it as invincible good luck and excellent vision!

Every step of Song Jiang's leap is unpredictable. Why did he jump from a home furnishing to cards, and then to medicine... Surprisingly, he succeeded in all the fields that have crossed a huge gap.

"Enterprise?"

Song Jiang pondered for a while and gave an unexpected answer.

"A big family supports a small family of tens of millions."

"..." Xue Wenyao smiled, "Right."

It is better to be pure in one sentence than to talk big with a large number of capitalists who think they are entrepreneurs.

"Then how are you going to support them?"

"Give them what they should have given them."

Almost all bosses acquiesce that the 1/2 system, that is, one person does the work of two people, is the standard, and the benefits created by employees are more than twice, but they can only get one share of the money.

Xue Wenyao couldn't help rubbing the edge of the cup with his fingers. It must be said that the purity made him a little flustered.

He didn't know how many people like this he had seen, but most of them didn't end well.

However - he still liked this kind of people sincerely.

Of course, the premise is to be consistent.

"Mr. Song, please come after the noodles are finished."

With a slightly raised palm, Song Jiang opened his mouth wide, isn't it?

Are you trying to drive me away?

What did I say wrong? ?

The two looked at each other steadily, and their eyes were very persistent.

One was forcing, and the other didn't want to leave.

"Mr. Song, this is the white tea that was just picked from the tree seven days ago and roasted, from the mother tree."

The tea cans were placed on the table, and it would be really shameless if he didn't leave.

"..." Song Jiang's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Xue."

"I'll come again next time!" Shockingly.

When he reached the door, he was afraid that people would not receive him next time, so he emphasized: "Meeting online friends!!"

Xue Wenyao, who was hit by the boomerang, laughed, and the door opened with a click.

He then slowly exhaled and drank a sip of tea to calm his nerves.

This world is actually turbid, and if he continued to talk, he really didn't know what to talk about.

He was not a pure person.

At this moment, Song Jiang, who walked out of the door, felt more and more uncomfortable. He thought about it and didn't think there was a problem with the conversation.

Did I reply too much? I should be more practical and talk about the subsidy policy?

In the end, he chose to ask for foreign aid.

He decisively made a call. In a mountain valley thousands of miles away, there was a crisp sound of iron forging. Li Lingyan's face was flushed and sweaty, and he carried a bucket of coal in front of the master chef.

"Beep beep beep--"

"Who is it!"

A crisp sound, "Sister Yan! How to capture him!"

"Hmm?" She was stunned for a moment, gestured to the master, and walked out quickly, "What capture?"

"I want to recruit someone to the company, but he doesn't want to join!"

"You still can't recruit anyone?"

Li Lingyan was a little surprised, "Spend money!"

"The other side has money!"

Rich?

"Puff! Isn't that even easier!"

Huh?

"First of all, the other side is a successful person." She took a step and sat on the stone table, stepping on the corner without any hesitation, "He has everything. Don't try to impress him with material things. What you need to do is very simple."

"Report your growth to him."