When he arrived on the roadside, Zhao Bi and Wang Wei were casually told him a few words while waiting for the car. He was not worried about anything. After all, Wang Wei was about to reach the third year, so those who dared to come out to work hard and start a business would naturally not be dull. He is still a good person, and Zhao Bi is very relieved.

"Can you take pictures on your phone?" Zhao Bi suddenly asked.

"Yes." Wang Wei nodded.

Zhao Bi's eyes rolled and she whispered: "If possible, please take two photos of my uncle when you are massaged."

"What are you doing?" Wang Wei looked at Zhao Bi blankly.

"Don't you think about the chips you need from time to time in the future?" Zhao Bi smiled.

"That's your uncle!" Wang Wei said.

"I'm the one who cheated me. I won't say it anymore, I will definitely help me." Zhao Bi smiled and patted Wang Wei's shoulder and said, "By the way, try to call those technicians like No. 88 and No. 66 later, do you understand? Don't be afraid of spending money."

"Why?" Wang Wei was puzzled.

"These good numbers are usually at the teacher level." Zhao Bi shrugged,

Wang Wei stared at Zhao Bi: "You said you don't know how to do martial arts!"

He quickly did not make any conversation and took the taxi parked in front of him, leaving the latter alone in the wind.

In the private room, Wang Jianjun glanced at the bag in his hand with a little laugh. Curiously, he took out the gift from Zhao Bi to him and took a look.

Socks? He looked at the price tag casually and couldn't help but say, "Good, what kind of socks are these? Are you robbing?"

Chen Gong said, "Why, I'm not worthy of you?"

Wang Jianjun sighed with a strange look on his face and said, "Your nephew is strange. Is he so outstanding all the time?"

"It's okay." Chen Gong waved his hand casually.

"Why do I feel like you are showing off?" Wang Jianjun said angrily: "To be honest, I have never seen such an outstanding young man who is uncommon in his life."

I've never seen it before, Chen Gong whispered in his heart.

"Is that fat child really that big?" Wang Jianjun pulled out another cigarette and lit it.

"I only know that he was doing things in school, and I really haven't learned about it." Chen Gong replied.

"The next wave is amazing." Wang Jianjun said with a smile.

"To say it, my nephew Zhao Bi is like a god." Chen Gong said with great care.

Wang Jianjun turned to look at Chen Gong and asked, "Where is he in high school? I'm going to send my foul boy over."

"Don't think about it, leave, Wang Wei should be anxious. The place has been made." Chen Gong stood up and said.

"You're so anxious. I'll give it to me on the 98th later, so don't snatch it from me." Wang Jianjun swears, stood up with a smile and scolds, and did not forget to bring his socks.

I have to say that when I first met Zhao Bi, the young man left a very deep impression on him.

On the other hand, Zhao Bi did not go back to school directly, but went to the city to stroll. She came with Qiu Baiwei in a hurry last time and didn't pay much attention.

This time, he mainly wanted to see how the milk tea industry in the city is like. Along the way, there are actually quite a few stores, but they are definitely not many, and they are not as seen everywhere in later generations.

Moreover, most milk teas are just average and the same, and they like to have the name of Wanwan.

There is no feeling that there are many flowers blooming in later generations. The milk tea business can be said to make money from girls. So after that, it basically focuses on marketing.

For example, those tea-skin, Heytea, and Gu Ming are not only improved in taste, but also in the improvement of marketing concepts. When infinite creativity and soul ideas are injected into milk tea, there is actually a qualitative change.

This is not just milk tea, but many internet celebrity companies are like this. But these are based on explosive information networks and the rise of the post-90s and post-00s who have the highest acceptance of new things.

Zhao Bi plans to set up a few milk tea shops to surprise Qiu Baiwei.

Of course, it is best to be able to become a brand. The future concept of internet celebrities may not be suitable for the present, but he can take another route.

At that time, the post-70s and post-80s generations always admired the bourgeoisie and romance of Europe, and in addition, the literary style on campus had not completely dissipated a few years ago.

Zhao Bi felt that he could move his milk tea in this direction and take the literary and petty bourgeois route.

There is a high probability that he will not miss it. Even if he misses, he will not have a big problem. At this time, the trial and error cost of the milk tea shop cannot be lower. Zhao Bi does not intend to open it in the university town first, because when he becomes famous, he will not be sure whether the customer comes for others or milk tea.

Just choose a strange city to solve the problem. If it really works, it will be the same if it turns back to the university town.

Zhao Bi, who was walking and stopping all the way, gradually planned in his mind that it would not consume too much brain cells. When night fell, Zhao Bi leisurely walked to the near the Presidential Palace.

This comfortable walk made his tense heartstrings relax a lot these days. Looking at the presidential palace in front of him, he felt a little moved, but he was soon stunned.

He remembered the 1912 block, just west of the Presidential Palace. However, it seemed that the street would be opened in two years. The 1912 block later became one of the iconic locations in Jinling, and many people came here to see it.

It is not only because this place retains its complete historical charm, but more because it is a famous bar street.

Just like when you mention Sanlitun, you will think of the capital.

In the past, in 2006, Zhao Bi and his roommates ran to this place a lot. They were young and energetic and always fantasized about some beautiful stories that could happen here.

Looking at the neighborhood that was much different from later, Zhao Bi felt a little emotional. When he looked at a city from the perspective of God, he realized that making money was such a simple thing.

As long as he invests in this place in advance next year, he will make a lot of money. He can't help but think of the plan to start a nightclub that Tu Hao told him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Bi walked towards the neighborhood. Although it was not that brilliant for the time being, he also opened several small bars in scattered manner. He casually found a family and walked in.

At this time, the ice rink game hall has not yet declined, and there are not many young people in the nightclub circle. In addition, it is still early and the bar is not very lively.

Zhao Bi came to the bar, found an empty seat, sat down, and ordered a glass of Margaret, a famous traditional cocktail from the bartender. He actually didn't like drinking this kind of cocktail, and it was not as pleasant as three bottles of Budweiser.

The bartender quickly prepared the cocktail and placed it in front of Zhao Bi. The latter picked it up and took a sip. Suddenly, he remembered a classic movie scene.

The coquettish drymartini in Stephen Chow's hand.

As a loyal fan of Stephen Chow, Zhao Bi's smile unconsciously hung on the corner of her mouth.

When the Kung Fu is released in the next year, he will definitely book a show. Only in this way can he really pay Stephen Chow a movie ticket.

"Hey, such a coincidence!"

A happy voice came from behind Zhao Bi, and it was still a girl's voice.
Chapter completed!