May 3rd, another sunny morning.

Early birds fell in the garden outside the villa, chirping in search of food.

The two people in the guest bedroom woke up almost at the same time, and the spirit of learning Taoism was very good, while Fan Qingyu had a little dark circles.

Looking at Fan Qingyu who looked unnatural, Bian Xuedao sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, breaking the embarrassment: "Today is Saturday, don't you have to go to work, right?"

Fan Qingyu also sat up, pulled the quilt to cover her chest and said, "Do we have a very random nature. When we have orders in our hands, we are busy day and night. When we have no orders in our hands, we can rest for a few weeks."

After hearing this, Bian Xuedao said "Oh" and didn't say anything. His attention was attracted by a picture of peony on the wall opposite the bed. He took a quick look at the flowers last night and didn't look at the painting carefully. Now he looked at it, the style was graceful and freehand, which was very good.

While learning Taoism and looking at the paintings, Fan Qingyu turned his head and looked at the sky outside the window. There was a white cloud in the sky, floating slowly, unrestrained.

After watching each other for more than a minute, Fan Qingyu suddenly lifted the quilt off the bed, stood naked on the carpet, bent down to pick up the clothes she threw away last night, and then, she stood beside the bed, learning to wear clothes with her back to her side.

The white shirt is already dry, dipped in water and has no clothes to hang, and it is a little wrinkled.

After all wearing it, Fan Qingyu turned around and looked at Bian Xuedao on the bed and asked, "Do I need to buy breakfast to deliver it to you?"

Bian Xuedao smiled and shook his head and said, "No need, someone will come to give it to me later."

Fan Qingyu nodded slightly and glanced at Bian Xuedao's chest exposed outside: "Then I'll leave."

The sound of going downstairs and closing the doors, and the sound of vehicles igniting. After a few minutes, Bian Xuedao put on his pants and began to wander around the house from a different perspective.

Remember while walking...

The refrigerator was empty, let alone food, there was not even a bottle of mineral water. Li Bing bought it and arranged for someone to send it to him.

The main bathroom was empty and there were no toiletries. This morning I had to wash my face with water, and I still had no towels.

The cloakroom is empty, so you have to buy some formal outfits, shirts and tiees for spare.

Uh... I also need to buy pajamas.

By the way, no wonder I always feel that there is something short of plants in the house!

I don’t know when Bian Xuedao will move in, so Li Yu and Fan Qingyu didn’t consider putting plants in there. Without a nanny or a housekeeper to take care of the house, the plants would die even if they putting plants in there.

I walked the upper and lower floors again, and my stomach rumbling, and I found the bathroom and just wanted to sit down. I looked around and found that there was no toilet paper.

This is a damn...

Thinking of the paper pumping in the car downstairs, Bian Xuedao put on his clothes and took the car keys, and went downstairs anxiously.

He was too anxious and was just looking for papers in the car, not paying attention to a red Ferrari F430 parked at the corner of the intersection of the community.

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Half an hour later, Bian Xuedao walked out of the villa and prepared to go to the company.

Today is Saturday, or the last day of the May Day holiday. There are no people in the company, but he has no good places for a while. Anyway, he doesn't want to stay at home without anything.

Bian Xuedao walked into the office. During the holiday, Lu Heng, who was on duty at the company, knocked in and asked, "Mr. Bian, is there anything wrong?"

Bian Xuedao waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll come and see a few documents."

Lu Heng turned around and was about to go out. Bian Xuedao greeted him: "Are you busy? If you are not busy, you will chat with me."

Lu Heng couldn't say that he was very busy, nor could he say that he was not busy. He nodded and sat down on the sofa in the reception area.

Bian Xuedao walked over and sat down, and slowly spoke: "Is there any difficulty here in Zhiwei Video?"

Lu Heng sat upright and said carefully: "How many difficulties are there?"

Bian Xuedao leaned against the sofa and said, "Tell me."

Lu Heng said: "The first is the online broadcasting rights of the Olympic Games. The difficulty lies in the fact that our video website has just been established. The superiors are skeptical about our strength, user volume and broadcasting effect, which has brought great obstacles to negotiations."

Bian Xuedao pondered for a few seconds and said, "You're thinking it's complicated. The name of the official online broadcaster sounds loud, but it actually doesn't make much sense. After all, no one can be exclusive to this thing. Moreover, the sponsor of the Internet content service of the 2008 Olympic Games is SH, which was decided to come to Zhu in 2005. Besides, some key competitions and some gold-winning events will definitely focus on broadcasting, which will inevitably weaken the traffic of online on demand. Therefore, as long as we negotiate with the relevant departments of the Olympic Organizing Committee, we don't pursue the broadcasting. As for how much the broadcasting right is to buy, it's time to discuss it according to about one-third of the SH bid. It's at a critical moment, and one cent will definitely be sold there."

Lu Heng lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, as if he was silently memorizing what Bian Xuedao said, then looked up and said, "The second difficulty is the 'Beautiful 2008' micro-film competition, which has been launched for nearly a month, but the projected director lineup is a bit..." After pausing for a few seconds, Lu Heng gritted his teeth and said, "The director lineup is a bit weak, and there are almost no well-known ones. At present, the public relations department is trying its best to attract two new directors to participate. Also, the necessity of us making this micro-film..."

Bian Xuedao got up and took two cups of hot water, put one on the coffee table in front of Lu Heng, holding the water cup and crossing his legs and said, "You have to understand that we are running a micro-film competition. Another term is called online movies. It is used to select, explore, and discover potential new directors. Unlike investing in big screens, it does not require famous directors and celebrities to gain fame and gain a certain box office to strive for no loss. These two things have different starting points and goals."

"At present, the annual box office revenue in the mainland is nearly 10 billion yuan, but nearly 4/5 of the movies are not available in theaters. Now all periods are very crowded, and the market space is getting smaller and smaller. Many movies have no chance to meet the audience after they are filmed. Therefore, new channels are necessary, and the Internet can provide a platform for movies. In addition, online movies can make up for the shortcomings of the big screen to a large extent, which is conducive to discovering new people, new directors, and new actors, promoting the circulation of new and old blood, promoting the sustainable development of the film industry, and avoiding the abnormal phenomenon of consuming one or two familiar faces at the same time for several New Year blockbusters. Think about it, how many people in society want to eat or prepare to have a movie meal? With these people who are full of expectations, will our project be in trouble?"

After taking a sip of water, Bian Xuedao continued: "You only need to be clear about it. We only need good content to make online movies. Netizens' eyes are bright. With good content, users will have them, fans will have them, powerful directors and even well-known directors will have them. At that time, the brand will accelerate the commercialization process of online movies and then explore profit models."

Lu Heng smiled bitterly and said, "Does this allow more professionals to do better?"

Bian Xuedao smiled and said, "Don't always treat yourself as a programmer. Since you are in this position, you must work hard towards compound talents."

Lu Heng said: "I'm afraid I can't grasp it well..."

Bian Xuedao said: "Talents need to be recruited, but now I can give you three directions."

After hearing this, Lu Heng immediately looked at Bian Xuedao with anticipation. Speaking of which, he was also in a dilemma. Since taking over Zhiwei Video, some things have been vague because of the limited number of times he communicated with Bian Xuedao. In addition, he is a programmer and has not had that strong self-confidence in unfamiliar fields, so he has long wanted to find opportunities to communicate with Bian Xuedao.

Put down the water cup in his hand, and stretched out three fingers, and dropped one, saying, "One is grassroots and down-to-earth. Since it is on the Internet, don't play with a tall and glorious style with a shelf. The focus should be on the ordinary life of ordinary people."

Another finger was dropped and said, "The other is humor and charity. These two sound unmatched, but they are the key to ensuring the vitality of the work."

Leaving the last finger, Bian Xuedao continued: "Another, continuity and small feelings. If we want to make a micro-film of the 'City Image' series, we can focus the theme on the eight cities of Yanjing, Shanghai Stock Exchange, Shudu, Qingdao, Yangcheng, Chang'an, Lijiang, and Taipei. Each city selects a unique theme to tell the stories between different cities, and strives to explore the subtle relationship between cities and people. For example, if we make a food program, suppose it is called "China on the Bite of the Tongue", we can..."

Bian Xuedao talked endlessly about Lu Heng, and accidentally even "China on the Bite of the Tongue" sneaked out: "Look, in this way, continuity can also penetrate the feelings."

Lu Heng was stunned when he heard this.

He had limited contact with Bian Xuedao, but was shocked by Bian Xuedao's style of being "golden ideas" that was easy to learn.

Lu Heng had seen the world, and he immediately recovered after a few seconds of "dirty". He rubbed his hands and said, "You must have money to shoot high-quality video content, but the problem is that you may not be able to do this well if you have money."

Bian Xuedao changed one leg and continued to cross his legs and said, "It's great not to follow the crowd, have an independent perspective!"

This sentence is the most direct praise of Bian Xuedao to Lu Heng since we met.

Obviously, after Lu Heng could calmly think about the possibility of "not doing it well" after his boss painted a bunch of beautiful visions, this is a kind of ability and a manifestation of courage.

Bian Xuedao said: "Your perspective is right. Growth does not mean development, and wealth does not mean happiness. Just like some people think that as long as the economy is first, everything will be solved, and some people think that making a little more money can improve their taste. It is ridiculous. No successful company is planned or piled up with funds, but is made steadily by products, concepts, services and systems. Let us encourage this together."

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While Bian Xuedao was communicating and talking with his subordinates in the company, Fan Qingyu had just returned home with breakfast.

After coming out of Bian Xue Taoism, Fan Qingyu, who was worried, drove around Yanjing City in a car, and his mind was full of last night's events.

Why did he choose to put himself in bed after the decoration is over? Could it be that he had already designed it, let himself decorate him and find an opportunity to say-goodbye after a night?

No, no, I don’t have that charm to make billionaires deliberately think about their love.

Will he have deleted his phone number and become a stranger from now on?

Now he still has his things in his body. If he reports the case with evidence, will he get a large amount of compensation?

Will he dislike himself not being a virgin? But I can’t calculate, how did he know that he would sleep with a billionaire at the age of 32?

Along the way, Fan Qingyu thought a lot in a mess.

After returning home, I took a few bites first, took a shower thoroughly, then turned off my phone and went to bed to take a break.

Halfway through sleeping, I suddenly saw Bian Xuedao calling her in my dream. Fan Qingyu woke up suddenly, jumped to the ground and found her phone and turned on quickly. However, there was no prompt for a text message to call.

Putting down her phone, Fan Qingyu was completely sleepy. She sat in front of the dressing mirror and stared at herself in the mirror. After looking at her for a while, she raised her hand to unbutton her pajamas, separated her clothes, and held her hands in front of her chest, trying to see how she could make her career line deeper.

Regardless of everything else, after last night, Fan Qingyu's self-confidence suddenly increased: Last night, I was learning Taoism. It must be that no cat or dog can get into his bed. Thinking about it this way, I am still good.

Looking at my skin in the mirror, although she is still fair and tight, her age is obvious.

Looking back on all the things last night, the woman's intuition told Fan Qingyu that Bian Xuedao needs women, but Yanjing did not have a woman close to him, so he took advantage of the loophole.

While feeling magical and lucky, Fan Qingyu felt a deep sense of crisis in his heart: If... if... if there is still a chance to be with him...will he feel old?

Thinking of this, Fan Qingyu got up and went to the drawer to find a bank card, then quickly changed her clothes. She wanted to go to a famous beauty club in the city to apply for a card. She wanted to do whole-body care and she wanted to keep her youth as much as possible.

Because she caught a super big "golden beetle" with her youthful little tail.
Chapter completed!