"The animals in the ranch are very fun, but because I saved Fat Ding, I have a special relationship with it, so I use it as the protagonist."

Anya talked about this topic and found it hard: "It's time to lose weight. I haven't seen such a fat cat. Just like the Garfield cat on TV, eating and sleeping all day, and then there's nothing to do."

"The veterinarian has come to help him check it. There is no problem with his health. I also want to help him lose weight. Once, after a while, his physical condition became worse. He even caught a cold and his snot rubbed against my bed.

So now I just want it to eat less. Recently, a dog came and they both played outside and should be able to get exercise."

Han Xuan said with a smile.

"What dog? Do you have a dog at home?"

"Alaskan sled dog, brown, you haven't seen it yet, right? I forgot to take pictures of it and wait for you to see it when I have time."

"So my comic can really be published? Will anyone buy it? The last time the paintings in San Francisco were sold, it was the same Austrian businessman.

I sold a total of $930,000. My mother helped me open a bank account and deposit it in. She told me that I could earn college fees by myself and earn money seriously. Let's go and eat, I'll treat you today."

Anya turned over and lay on the bed, her legs swaying in the air, and said with a smile: "The potato stewed beef made by the Irish chef in the restaurant next door is delicious. The secret recipe has been passed down for hundreds of years. It was the first time his ancestors came to the Americas when they came to the 6th century."

Han Xuan sorted out the drawings in order, jumped out of bed and placed them on the table in front of the window, and said, "It will definitely be published, don't forget that Marvel belongs to my grandfather now.

Just change some of the plots of a few of the stories and make them suitable for young people to watch. I will arrange the others for you.

Is it really you treat me? I just happened to be hungry and I have to eat you poor today."

"Haha, then wait and see!"

Fighting downstairs with each other, I saw that the door of the studio was closed, so I didn't dare to disturb Mrs. Cecilia's creation, so I closed the door softly and walked to the small restaurant next door

Meanwhile, a flight from LaGuardia Airport landed.

The ground crew opened a safe passage, and a fleet of ten Mercedes-Benz S-Class was approved to enter the airport terminal.

The flight attendant had a particularly sweet smile. When the plane stopped and called the cabin door, the guests on this flight were a bit special. They were chartered.

Mr. Han got off the plane first and walked side by side with Guo Muzhou. Secretary Jaton helped him carry his briefcase. Assistant Joseph blocked the phone with his hand and kept asking something.

There were more than 30 people in total, all wearing suits. They picked up cars and sat in them. The ground crew waved their hands to indicate that they could go out. The vehicles started and drove out of the airport one after another.

In a car in the middle of the fleet.`

Guo Muzhou turned his head and asked, "Where is Han Xuan? I don't know which hotel the two Frenchmen live in. They threw their cell phones at home and forgot to get them. They don't have a number to contact them."

"In Williamsburg, I asked him in the morning and went to play with Anya." Mr. Han said with a funny look.

"Lopez. Go to Williamsburg, Brooklyn first."

The bodyguard in the driver's seat nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words. At the intersection, the two cars left the convoy, went down from the fork in Highway No. 278, and drove south.

"What are so many people doing? The SoS headquarters has moved?" Guo Muzhou asked with a pillow on the back of his neck.

"I didn't want to join the branch recently, so I asked them to arrange it. The New York branch has too few people and is too busy to get busy, so I don't know the situation and are afraid of making mistakes."

The old man said, as if he was remembering something, and continued, "Han Xuan did all the business of exercising his own movies this time?"

"Well. I know those two people have contacted Time Warner and are about to reach a cooperation intention, so I asked him to try it out. Just saying that it can't be done without practicing the climate.

I didn't tell him the specific details, but he actually discussed it. Although I forced the November schedule, I encountered some trouble at the amc theater, but as long as I gave up some profits, I could solve it and it was pretty good."

After Guo Muzhou said that, he looked at his in-laws and complained: "I knew to buy this and that all day long. First, it was Pixar Animation Studio, and now he plans to build a car. Do you know about this? Didn't you talk about him?"

"I was frightened by his appetite and didn't think clearly about what to talk about..."

Mr. Han smiled bitterly: "It's all big money to interfere in Hollywood and the automobile industry. I have told me some things about the Internet before, but I don't understand a lot. I'm really my grandson, much better than me.

I asked financial experts for the automotive industry that if countries in the third world can develop, they will indeed form a very large market, even larger than those in Europe and the United States!

Because those places are still blank, the car manufacturing industry is backward, motorcycles and bicycles are the mainstream. As long as the purchasing power is increased, you can imagine how crazy it will be then."

"The investment is too big. If you invest hundreds of millions of dollars, you can only build an initial platform. The research, factories, etc. will be a gold sales cave. The most lacking is technical talents. You can buy those technologies that cannot be improved by companies." Guo Muzhou said.

"Now, large companies have changed their technology very quickly. Their previous low-end car production lines were only available for purchases, with few technical talents, but they could poach people with high salaries. The market has just formed, and low-end cars are the mainstream of sales.

I got the news that in China, the growth rate of automobiles in the number of cars has reached 13% in recent years. The growth rate of other countries in South America, Asia and other places is also very high. The three major local automobile companies are shifting their strategic centers. There are too many cars in the United States now, and the market is declining sharply."

Mr. Han said in a deep voice, opened the car refrigerator, poured some wine with the cup, handed it to his in-laws, and then poured some of it himself.

"That is to say, you really have the idea of ​​supporting him? He borrowed money from me yesterday, and he opened his mouth for 500 million, which almost scared me out of heart disease. He is so brave. After all, he is too young and does whatever he wants."

"I think he knows it very well, especially with his investment vision, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to let him open a company, and I also borrowed 100 million to defeat him."

The old man rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly: "It's 100 million US dollars. I thought that even if it failed, it would be enough for his company to spend a few years to accumulate experience. I didn't expect that it would be enough in just a few days.

In-law, I kind of want to start the automotive industry, and its profits are too great. If it and the Sos Group are the pillars, it is possible to form a new consortium in the future."

Guo Muzhou swallowed his saliva and instantly entered the dream. He shook his head and said regretfully: "I am so adult and still dreaming. How can the United States allow Chinese to establish a consortium in the white base camp?"

"That's because the capital is not enough now. I endured enough hardships when I was young. Now it's not getting better. If I'm stronger, who dares to underestimate me just because I'm a Chinese."

The old man took a sip of wine and sighed: "What I said doesn't matter. Half of my body is buried in the soil. It still depends on Han Xuan's."

In the restaurant, Han Xuan sneezes twice, and Anya opposite him shouted angrily: "Don't cover her mouth? How do I eat now?"

"Maybe it caught a cold, what's wrong with taking some saliva from me?"

"It's obviously a snot!"

"Okay, stop glaring. I know you have beautiful eyes. Give me all, please order another one."

Han Xuan said embarrassedly, touching his nose and lowering his head. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!