Wealth

[======Hand fight=====]******The last five hours of the monthly ticket battle, it seems that the little wolf is going to sacrifice

Holding a small card, Zhang Maolu stood in front of the parking lot of the FANS office building. He looked up and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Drink, it's a big show."

There are many large and small private enterprises in the capital, but there are indeed very few that can achieve the level of the FAN club. This is 1991, but not 2009. The 19-story office building is Putting it there is definitely a symbol of value.

That night, Fan Wubing left him his contact information, and offered him an annual salary of one million yuan. He wanted to hire him for two years. Although he did not agree to it at the time, he has been thinking about it at home during this period of time. At such a high price, what exactly does Fan Wubing want to do with him? It's not illegal. It's hard to recover the cost just by relying on your own craftsmanship!

"It's okay to go and see." Zhang Maolu couldn't resist the temptation of two million in the end. He felt that it would be good to try with Fan Wuyi. Who caused his curiosity to be aroused by others?

After Zhang Maolu came to Fan Wuyi's temporary office, he saw Fan Wuyi who was talking on the phone.

"Well, just do it like this. The specifics are in accordance with the original plan. If there are any omissions, we can adjust it at any time." Fan Wuyao saw Zhang Maolu, so he hurriedly ended the call, and then smiled and said to Zhang Maolu. "Please sit down and see you. I'm very tall

Zhang Maolu sat down, and then he didn't know how to open his mouth. After all, he didn't agree to come down very happily last time. This time he was always a little embarrassed.

Fan Wubing saw Zhang Maolu’s embarrassment, he smiled slightly, took out two cans of drinks from the refrigerator, handed Zhang Maolu a can, opened it for him, and said, "Well. Let me do it! I think you are right. I have some understanding of my identity, or the situation of the FANS club."

Zhang Maolu nodded. The table shows that there is nothing wrong with it.

"Then I will let you watch something, or it will increase your confidence in working with me." Fan Wubing scratched his head, took out a portable personal computer from under his desk, plugged it in, and turned it on.

Zhang Maolu has always been manually operated, and the machinery he touched is nothing more than turning, milling, drilling, grinding and other equipment. Seeing that there are still very few laptops in China, I was suddenly curious.

He watched Fan Wubing fiddling there. After a while, my fingers flew into the keyboard to input multiple characters, and then the screen gradually lit up, and a milky white background appeared with some graphic materials on it.

"Don't say anything, you have to look at this first." Fan Wubian looked at the confused donkey and asked him to sit down. Look at the content on that computer.

"These are ----" Zhang Maolu looked at it, his expression was a little different. He sat there blankly, looking down the pages according to the method Fan Wuyi gave him, and time just passed by.

When he recovered, he realized that more than an hour had passed.

Although Zhang Maolu felt very shocked. But I don't know why Fan Wubing let him see this kind of thing? This kind of thing should be kept in the safes of collectors all over the world, although these were once the most proud cultural relics in China.

"Why do you want me to watch this?" Zhang Maolu didn't recover from the shock, and said, looking at Fan Wuyao in a daze.

"Why?" Fan Wubing smiled bitterly, touched his chin, which gradually gave birth to a small beard, and said with some emotion, "How many cultural relics in China have been lost overseas. Where are they? The exact number may never be said no. Clearly. Although many people have been working on the investigation of the loss of overseas cultural relics. However, due to conditions, this investigation is far from the ideal state. But conservative statistics. In more than 200 museums around the world There are no less than a million pieces of Chinese cultural relics, and they are all the finest pieces among the finest pieces."

"There are so many?!" Zhang Maolu never realized that there were so many cultural relics lost in China, and he couldn't help being shocked again.

"This hasn't counted the cultural relics in private hands, because that is even more difficult to verify." Fan Wubing nodded and replied.

Zhang Maolu felt a little skeptical. Could it be that the young man standing in front of him was actually a man of lofty ideals who wanted to recover the lost cultural relics in China?

Seeing Zhang Maolu looking at him in surprise, Fan Wubing laughed and said, "I am not as great as you think. I wish to repurchase all the lost cultural relics with my own ability. That is just like a dream."

"Then why are you letting me watch this?" Zhang Maolu suddenly felt a little incomprehensible. Isn't this enough to support him?

Fan Wubing laughed, and said to his heart that if you don't flicker you out, are you willing to follow me with all your heart? Of course, he couldn’t say that. He pretended to indulge in a pretentious posture, and then said, “I have intentions, of course. But it’s not convenient to say now. In short, this matter does not violate the principles of nature and conscience, nor does it violate the laws of rice. Laws and regulations, there is still money to be made, one million annual salary, I will prepay you now."

Zhang Maolu was taken aback, "You are really generous. From this point of view, you are like a big man. But what do you want me to do? If you don't figure this out, I'm a little bit trafficked. feel."

"You are really a dead brain." Fan Wubing shook his head and said helplessly, "Ah, to put it simply, use your professional skills to make some crafts I brought to me with a similarity of 100%. The imitations are higher than ninety-nine nine. This process will continue for a long time." "I don't quite understand what you are talking about----" Zhang Maolu was dizzy and confused by Fan Wuyi. Looked at him.

Fan Wubing scratched his hair and sighed, "Why do you have to use crude language to describe the great work you are going to do? Fake! This is always your way, right?!"

"You said it earlier, so I didn't understand it for a long time. This is my strength." Zhang Maolu laughed.

"But, in order to conceal others, you have to change your working environment." Fan Wuyao said.

"Where to go?" Zhang Maolu didn't dislike this request. Anyway, he was in a courtyard in the capital, and there were a lot of fakes. There was nothing to worry about. It was the same wherever he went to work.

Fan Wubing nodded and was very satisfied. What he valued was Zhang Maolu’s exquisite craftsmanship, which he had seen before he was reborn. It is almost impossible to describe it as an ingenious workmanship. He can use it for himself. For Fan Planning after being free from illness is of great benefit.

So Fan Wubing directly issued a cash check to Zhang Maolu. Zhang Maolu blew the cheque in his hand and was very satisfied. An agreement was reached immediately. In the next two years, he will be Fan Wuyi's employee.

"I will arrange for you to leave the capital early." Fan Wuyao ordered.

"Where do you want me to go? Isn't it a deep mountain and old forest?" Although he received Fan Wuyi's salary of one million yuan, Zhang Maolu was still a little worried. Of course not. Fan Wubing pointed to the national map hanging across the table, moved his finger to the southwest along the capital, and pointed to a small city and said to him, "Go here, Panshi." "

Panshi, Zhang Maolu squinted his eyes and found that he was very strange to this place and didn't have any impression.

It’s almost May at this time, and the weather has gradually become hotter. Many people wear thin shirts. The employees of the company are no exception, especially the young women in the FANS club. It adds countless beautiful scenery.

Fan Ting looked at Fan Wuyi who was sitting on the window sill and looking down at the scenery, and said with some dissatisfaction, "The girls in our company are indeed pretty, but you shouldn't be so obsessed, are you? It’s only fifteen years old. It’s a little too early to talk about these things."

"Well, I'm just concerned about the health of the company's employees. It's not as unbearable as you think." Fan Wuyao shook his head, and finally turned his attention from the scenery outside the window.

The two siblings were sitting in the lounge on the first floor of the lobby. It was a busy time when people came and went. There were many employees passing by. Fan Wuyao found that his elder sister seemed to have a tendency to control beauty, otherwise There will not be all beautiful women in the company, and less than a quarter of male employees look like.

It is reasonable to say that beautiful women are pleasing to the eye, but the cost of development is too high, and the average company simply cannot afford to consume so many high-quality resources. Even Fan Ting’s FANS club has a wealth of money, and has to pay a lot more for this every year. Of renminbi.

But Fan Ting still enjoys this, which obviously only shows that she is a beauty collector.

"Unfortunately, it's just a collection. It's just like this." Fan Wubing thought that so many high-quality resources had been wasted by the old sister, he couldn't help but shook his head and curled his lips, making Fan Ting think that something was wrong.

"Who is the wretched man who came to the company a few days ago?" Fan Ting remembered what an employee had said to her, and asked Fan Wubing.

"Insignificant man?!" Fan Wubing was stunned for a moment~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Then he realized that he was talking about Donkey, he couldn't help but smiled awkwardly, "People are artistic talents, and the title of this insignificant man is too great. It's a little shabby. I invited him to do artwork design."

But think about Zhang Mao's appearance, which is 80% similar to Feng Xiaogang, plus the rough appearance, it is indeed a bit wretched. The donkey at this time should already be on his way to Panshi.

"Hehe, I hope he won't make trouble to come back when he gets to Panshi!" Fan Wubing thought of everything he had arranged in Panshi, and suddenly smiled badly.

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