"Let's go to kindergarten." Li Zheng dragged Fang Zhe, anxious to go out and show off his father.
Fang Zhe, who still had a fried dough stick in his mouth, quickly stuffed the fried dough stick into his mouth, casually took the towel from Li Ping and wiped it off, then picked up Li Zheng and went out and went downstairs.
"Do you know the way?" Li Ping said from behind with a happy smile on her face.
"Then why don't you hurry up?" Fang Zhe said. He insisted on working extra hours last night and got up late in the morning.
The kindergarten is not far away, just nearby, a five-minute walk. When Li Ping tidied up and got her car keys and got out, Fang Zhe was holding Li Zheng's hand, constantly saying hello to people passing by.
Li Ping drove to the entrance of the kindergarten: "I won't go. I'll wait for you in the car."
Li Zheng carried a small schoolbag, held Fang Zhe's hand, and walked excitedly to the door. The kindergarten teacher standing at the door looked quite young. When he saw Li Zheng, he came over to say hello, his eyes twitching on Fang Zhe's face.
Out.
"Are you Li Zheng's father?" The teacher reacted and stretched out his hand. Fang Zhe shook his hand gently and quickly let go: "Yes, isn't it because I am busy with work? It is rare that I have time during this time to spend time with my children.
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It was obvious that regret flashed across the teacher's face: "Say goodbye to dad."
Li Zheng said goodbye, waddled like a penguin, and went inside to find the children to play with. Fang Zhe stood at the door and looked at it. When Li Zheng turned around, he smiled and waved. He waited for the children to go in before saying to the teacher:
"Thank you for your trouble."
"You should!" The teacher was polite quickly, and Fang Zhe said goodbye with a smile. The teacher watched Fang Zhe get into the car and let out a long sigh.
"If you don't leave, I'm afraid that female teacher will follow you here." Li Ping was either jealous or just joking.
"It's really not my fault!" Fang Zhe looked like he was inviting someone to give him a beating.
"You said you want to recruit people, but I'm actually already recruiting people. I have an interview today, will you accompany me to take a look?" Li Ping asked while driving. Fang Zhe nodded: "Okay, anyway, I'm not going anywhere today.
By the way, you have to come back early in the afternoon, don’t delay picking up the kids.”
When the car arrived at the specialty store, Li Ping pulled over and said, "You'd better stay here. I'll come find you after I've finished it."
Fang Zhe nodded: "Okay!" He got off the car and entered the specialty store. There was no business in the morning. In the store that had just opened, workers were doing sanitation.
This store is not small, covering an area of over 100 square meters. The computer samples on display are naturally Feida series notebooks and desktops.
The decoration looks ordinary, even old-fashioned. It's not Li Ping's fault, but it seems to be like this in this era.
Fang Zhe does know a bit about the technological decoration style, but the conditions are not mature now. If you put the computer out, you really have to worry about being stolen. There seems to be no such lock now. Therefore, it can only be a glass cabinet.
Fang Zhe didn't look for a while when a clerk came over to greet him: "Sir, do you want to buy a computer?"
"Just take a look." Fang Zhe smiled. The female clerk smiled back and backed away silently.
It's obvious that Li Ping put a lot of thought into the decoration. Instead of having a long and bulky counter, there are small counters one by one. They look like one in the east and the other in the west, making the whole store less monotonous.
After going around in a circle, the female clerk came again: "Sir, are you sure?"
Fang Zhe chuckled and asked: "Are you the store manager?" The female clerk shook her head: "Just an ordinary employee."
Fang Zhe looked at the other people. There were two employees in the store, one male and two female. The male was probably a technician, and the female was older and seemed to be arranging work. At this time, customers came into the store, and the female clerk went up to greet them.
, Fang Zhe walked out of the store with a smile.
It was some distance away from Liping's Yiren store, so Fang Zhe did not go there. Instead, he took a leisurely stroll in the most prosperous commercial district in the Imperial Capital. At this time, the busy business district of the Imperial Capital had not yet begun.
Walking on the street, I looked at the busy people in each shop, all preparing for a new day. The whole street can be said to be a microcosm of the entire imperial capital full of vitality. Some foreign brand signs can already be seen on the street.
No wonder the sales of Yiren Clothing have been affected. In terms of high-end brands, Chinese people are still more superstitious about foreign brands.
Of course, Yiren’s own heritage is indeed insufficient. We cannot blame the Chinese for their superstition of foreign brands. Without the accumulation of Chinese manufacturing in the next twenty years, it will be difficult for technology and quality to compete with the Chinese manufacturing of foreign brands. How can we eliminate the superstition of foreign brands?
After thinking wildly for a while, Fang Zhe realized that he had reached the end. On the way back, he looked at the street again and saw that it seemed to be more lively. This street witnessed the economy of this country, from people queuing up to buy three major items.
Now, I can walk on the street leisurely and choose the products I like as I please.
A call came in, and Fang Zhe walked to answer it. The call came from the other side of the ocean, and Wu Mingzhu spoke lazily on the phone: "When will you come over? Damn Liszt has talked to me three times. I hope I have to die to start Series A financing."
Fang Zhe once thought about whether to start financing within the year, but thinking about the Internet bubble that will start next year, he changed his decision: "Wait, wait for now, you tell him, I will be there around the end of the year."
"Forget it, I'll just go back to China and hide from him for two months. Anyway, I have to die. Now I'm developing very smoothly."
"We are currently in a period of rapid development. Why are you coming back to China?"
"It's okay if I don't go back. You come here in advance, otherwise I'll be annoyed to death." Wu Mingzhu was a little unreasonable. Fang Zhe originally planned to criticize her, but when he thought of another thing, he suddenly lost confidence: "Okay, I
Try to straighten out domestic matters and go there as soon as possible. International long distance calls are too expensive, so if you have any questions, I contacted you via email, but I hung up."
Fang Zhe hung up the phone decisively. It was obvious that this woman's purpose was not to raise funds, but to return to China.
Yun Jue didn't know what was going on. He looked at the time. It was past ten o'clock in the evening over there in the United States. Fang Zhe thought about it and dialed the number. After getting through, he smiled and said: "I'll stop at the most prosperous commercial street in the imperial capital.
You called, what do you want?"
"Why don't you call me late at night and ask me what I want? OK, flying over as soon as possible is better than anything else. People in the United States are going crazy, and the Nasdaq index is irrational at all. I seem to have seen the last
Crazy." When Yun Jue said this on the phone, he actually revealed his soft-heartedness.
"Haha, okay, I'll go there as soon as possible, please pay attention to your health." Fang Zhe agreed.
"It's getting late. I need to go to bed early. Hang up." Yun Jue hung up the phone decisively, which made Fang Zhe a little helpless. Looking at the phone in her hand, this woman was really confident.
Slowly walking back, when he saw Li Ping appearing in the store, Fang Zhe walked over with a smile, pointed to the female clerk who had received him before and said: "The bonus for her will be doubled this month, and I will pay for it."