"I didn't think I was talking about it a few days ago, but... the Internet is good. I'll just vote for it."

"...How much did you invest? You can't be fooled, right?"

"How is that possible?"

Xu Daqiang waved his hand:

"Dudi... call Youku."

"..."

Hearing this familiar name, Xu Xin was in a trance for a moment.

Various scenes from the dream began to emerge.

From watching various videos, to scolding the public because of the longer and longer advertisements, to rubbing against his sister-in-law Zhang Qianqian’s Youku membership...

I remembered it all at once.

In my dream, Youku is indeed doing something very big.

If true, then investment is possible.

but……

"Why invest in this? We don't have managers in this field..."

"If you want a manager... My dad even told him, just give him 10 million, and then he won't do management, so he needs a promise!"

"very?"

"Put the Mud Drop movie on his website so that everyone can see it."

"..."

For a moment, Xu Xin was speechless.

Although ten million is not much...but Dad, aren't you kidding me?

It was just a homework assignment for me, not a CUT of one or two hours.

Thirteen minutes, ten million?

Regardless of the income from this investment, we can't do this nonsense...

"Hi~~~ha."

After taking a sip of Moutai, Xu Daqiang, perhaps seeing the speechlessness on his son's face, asked with a smile:

"What? You think dad spends money randomly?"

"...That's not the case, it's only a few dollars. Just...Dad, this is like a summer homework left by a gentleman, not like a movie...it's too short, only about ten minutes..."

Unexpectedly, Xu Daqiang waved his hand:

"One minute is worth 10 million! If I don't support the videos produced by Didiwa, who will support them? But... hehe."

He suddenly laughed happily, looking at his son with eyes full of kindness:

"Three golds~"

"ah?"

"The mud is really growing up."

Showing the happy smile of an old father, he took another sip of wine happily, then threw the spicy garlic into his mouth, holding the bowl and slurping a few mouthfuls of mutton noodle soup, and then suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

A cunning look:

"I'm talking about it, Dad doesn't seem to be investing randomly. That person used to look like the... Sohu... president. Sohu is very famous. Everyone has heard of it. If he can become the president of such a big Internet, he must not be like him.

Very silly. The Internet seems to be a good thing. Although I don’t understand it, I also know that this thing can make money. It’s just...

Three Golds, this is just like coal in our house. It depends on your fate whether the valuable eggs buried under it look like mud drops. Then it depends on your fate, how do you read it? It’s very simple, you can understand it and look for it.

Don't look for old people. Old people know how to spread the word, but they don't have any motivation? But you can't look for young people, who are impatient and unreliable. You have to look for those who are short of money, short of money, and still want to work hard. And this ancient

Brother, you don’t look bad here, you look like a juggler, so just give in.”

Now, the father who was speaking in front of Xu Xin didn't have the temperament of a nouveau riche, or any appearance of being wealthy.

Instead, there was a look that was extremely intelligent, even a little cunning.

But Xu Xin is no stranger to this kind of father.

This is the real dad.

Because my father is a smart man, otherwise why would other people’s tricycles sell at most two pots of instant noodles with boiling water a day, but he could always sell three or four pots.

The root cause is that he was given too little water.

It's that simple.

The water supply is small, so first of all, there is no need to boil water every once in a while, which reduces a lot of wasted time.

Furthermore, if there is less water, the noodles will taste stronger.

Drivers who drive long distances actually do physical work, and their tastes tend to be heavy and salty.

I'm proud of the strong taste.

Later, Xu Daqiang's tricycles developed regular customers. Some drivers who ran the Shaanxi Coal Line all year round would not buy noodles when they saw others selling noodles when they were stuck in Xujiawan. But when they saw Xu Daqiang, they would definitely order a bowl.

Although the truth is small, it only applies to a bowl of instant noodles.

But the thought behind the truth can be revealed.

If dad was stupid, the family's property wouldn't be able to reach this level.

So, after hearing this, Xu Xin nodded:

"Yes, Dad is right."

"It must be right. How can dad still lie to himself about his baby?"

Xu Daqiang was happy and drank another glass of wine. Maybe he was in the mood to chat tonight, or maybe he wanted to chat more with his son before going home.

He simply lit a cigarette to slow down his eating pace and said:

"Sanjin."

"ah?"

"Do you really like filming this foreign movie?"

"Well……"

Although I don’t know why my father asked this, he still nodded:

"Yeah. I really like it!"

"really like?"

Xu Daqiang asked again.

What I got was a more firm answer from Xu Xin:

"Yeah! I really like it!"

"Hiss~~Pfft."

After listening to his son's answer, the man took a puff of cigarette.

He blew out a puff of smoke.

Then he nodded vigorously:

"Okay! Then just work hard here. If you can't go home, then don't come back."

"...?"

Xu Xin was stunned.

Subconsciously he raised his head, looked at his father and asked doubtfully:
Chapter completed!