"What kind of bookstore is yours? Is it a bookstore?" It is still a complete family dinner with the secretary of the Yuezhou Municipal Party Committee. It is probably something that many people can't expect, but Yang Yi did it and was invited by the secretary.

Although he had contact with this boy earlier, with Jiang Jianmo's vision and insight, he felt that Yang Yi was just a precocious teenager with great talent in literature. Such people always appeared one or two people every now and then under the vast population base of China.

However, after the unintentional conversation this afternoon, Jiang's father no longer dared to regard Yang Yi as an ordinary teenager. He was puzzled and surprised by his novel views and sharp insights on some current political issues. It seemed that this boy had a vague so-called "political sense" that many people in the officialdom dreamed of was still the kind with a very strategic height.

Such a situation makes Jiang Jianmo unable to even look at Yang Yi from a normal logical point of view, but needs to try his best to expand his imagination.

So in the end, he had the bizarre idea of ​​"Whether to let this young man and his daughter develop naturally, and maybe he could gain a successor" that was shocking.

When Dashi, who was blocking his heart, guided Yang Yi's advice and puzzled a lot, Jiang Jianmo, who was confident in the general direction, became interested in Yang Yi's affairs again: "Oh, then tell me, why did you suddenly think of what bookstore to build?"

"The bookstore includes bookstores, which are roughly subsets, right?" Yang Yi thought for a moment: "The main thing is to have a sales channel that belongs entirely to you. Uncle Jiang, you also know that in the current book market, aside from printing costs, the remaining profits are shared by authors, publishers, and terminal distributors. However, in actual operations, the latter two often have irreconcilable contradictions, such as marketing direction, payment reduction and return rates due to product risks... These problems are naturally not beneficial to the sales of books."

Jiang Jianmo glanced at his secretary and nodded to Secretary Tang, who was in a position to understand the leader, and signaled that Yang Yi's statement was basically correct.

Jiang's father was from a history department and was not very sensitive to economic issues. He didn't know much about a certain industry, so he asked the secretary with his eyes. But he also smiled bitterly in his heart - how did this little guy in front of him have a brain? He just had a stern discussion with himself about policies. Now when he turned around and talked about book publishing, he looked casual. He was really a monster.

"So in order to make your book lover encounter these messy things, you came up with the idea of ​​writing books and selling them yourself?" Jiang Jianmo took a bite of the dish, but put it in the bowl without moving.

"This is just the second. With my own book store, I hold the most upstream author resources in this line and the most downstream sales channels, which can be considered as finding something for myself." Yang Yi smiled: "In fact, there is another big reason, that is, I don't want to work hard to be a cow for others. If the copyright and sales channels are in my hands, then marketing a bestseller can get about 50% of the profit. I am not a saint who can help the world, I just want to have the ability to make the people around me happy."

When Jiang Nan's last words heard Yang Yi, she hopped slightly. She didn't know who the people around Yang Yisuo were talking about were specifically included.

I don’t know if the story between the two was just a hopeless and quiet stare from the beginning. The distant and cold red flower of the other side, the profound and vague dreams, have nothing to do with reality.

And Yang Yi couldn't tell the girl too suddenly: "Actually, you have been growing up with me vividly in my memory."

"Haha, you kid, you don't have to worry about food and clothing just by "Song Dynasty". You still think so much?" Jiang Jianmo looked at Yang Yi with interest: "Do you also think that the more money a person is, the happier he is?"

"Are we going to start discussing philosophical issues again, Uncle Jiang?" How could Yang Yi reveal his heart, "If the money is too much, you can face me and be qualified to pursue your daughter." These big truths, so he used Tai Chi very cleverly, which made it difficult for Jiang Jianmo to continue asking.

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After talking to Jiang Jianmo, what kind of upheaval would cause in the upper circles that he had to look up to in his previous life? Yang Yi didn't know that he just looked at the upcoming events from the perspective of the general public as much as possible, and at the same time, he stood on the standpoint of the general public and exerted some seemingly insignificant influence.

Now, leaving Jiang Jianmo and his secretary Lin's gaze, who were still exploring, was surrounded by Jiang Nan in a nightgown. The dusk was dim and there was no sign of the wires above his head that divided the sky. On the street not far away, one or two low sounds of cars passing through the bushes, passing through the eaves and corners of the walls, but they could not disturb the small world of two people.

Jiang Nan took a shower and changed into this outfit before eating. Jiang Jianmo was still smiling helplessly because of her daughter's clothes and socks kicking around the ground, which also allowed Yang Yi to see the other side of Miss Jiang.

The contrast between people and people made Yang Yi unconsciously remember the scene when he first saw Jiang Nan smoking. However, although that time was shocking, the scene was full of beauty.

When they saw the messy clothes on the ground and smiled bitterly with Jiang Jianmo, the boy thought that it was a complete mistake for these boys to regard Jiang Nan as a goddess. This girl should be described as a queen.

Until Jiang Nan appeared in a nightgown, Jiang Jianmo finally turned black, but no matter how serious or even stern his expression was, Jiang Nan just thought he hadn't seen it, let alone changing clothes in a regular manner.

"You are always like this, Uncle Jiang should have a headache, right?" Jiang Nan stood here with the excuse of seeing off his father for his holiday, but Yang Yi knew that the girl and her father had not seemed to be harmonious enough to be kind and filial to her father, and the relationship between the father and daughter was obviously becoming increasingly estranged - at least when he first came to the door, Jiang Nan had not yet shown his rebellion so unscrupulously.

"My dad?" Jiang Nan was like a magic trick. She took out a lady's cigarette from somewhere and lit it casually for herself: "Without you, I hid this one."

"Girls smoke..."

"Not good." Jiang Nan nodded with a smile: "If you have a father who cares about the world but doesn't want to sweep the whole house, you probably won't have a good face to him."

Is this really the case? Yang Yi smiled bitterly and said that Jiang Jianmo would not be too exaggerated. Judging from the scene where the secretary had to wait at the dinner table when he had free time, he was not a person who ignored family affection.

I couldn't help but remember the two stray cats in the rented housing community in the previous life. Whenever Yang Yi feeds them, the two guys did not forget to threaten "He, He" while their body language was happy to stand upright and rushed over, and their front legs were trampled on alternately. The words and deeds were different, so that's why.

"Are you interested in listening to my childhood stories?" Before Jiang Nan could answer, Yang Yi continued to say to himself: "When I was a child, I would go to my grandmother's place in the remote suburbs every time I celebrated my birthday, and my grandmother would make me dragon beard noodles for me."

The sunset was drunk and fell to the point of falling, falling behind the west mountain. The two of them stood in the yard that suddenly darkened, unable to see the faces of the person opposite.

"At that time, I just wanted to eat figs, sour plum powder, fruit peels, jumping candies, and wine-heart chocolate... I wanted to eat everything, but I didn't want to eat dragon beard noodles made by my grandmother, so every time I had half a bowl left, and my grandmother would eat it for me." Yang Yi looked at the far horizon, clearly laughing, but not laughing.

"I don't know that my grandmother bought noodles myself in the village workshop, but the noodles she made for me were pressed by her neighbor's old noodle press." Yang Yi exhaled: "I touched that machine once. When my grandmother passed away, I couldn't shake it."

Why are you reborn until you are 16 years old? Why not be 10, 9, or earlier?

Yang Yi took a deep breath: "I can't remember the taste of those noodles now, but if I could still eat the noodles made by my grandmother, I would definitely not have left in one bite."

Jiang Nan took a breath and suddenly felt his nose a little blocked. The boy opposite seemed to be remembering him. His voice was low, and his distant eyes made Jiang Nan a little stunned.

"My dad is not as good as your grandmother." The girl forced herself to tell.

"I didn't know my grandma's good before." Yang Yi shook his head: "Try to change slowly. I'm sixteen years old, and I don't have much time to leave us willful."

Jiang Nan was originally thinking about Yang Yi's story, but when he heard the last sentence of Qiong Yao and a little old-fashioned, he couldn't help but punch him gently.

When his arms were touched, both of them tightened.

There have been many small ambiguities between them, but it is the first time that the skin has been intersecting. At this moment, the charm of the two people's world, the strange touch, is a little thirsty, making the heart throbbing. Jiang Nan only felt that the moment that was originally very short seemed to have lasted for a long time, but it was not that long. She had already forgotten what she wanted to say in her brain.

"If you want to be exceptional in the future, just be extraordinary, but don't worry the people around you." Yang Yi, who was the first to wake up from his ignorance, waved his hand and said goodbye, turned around and couldn't help looking back.

The girl just stood there, standing alone.

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