Chapter 88 The Bullshit Photographer

Chen Yongli never expected that he just wanted to strike up a conversation with a girl from a technical secondary school, but accidentally hurt Xu Jiawen.

Why is there Wu Tao everywhere? His fame is already so great that even girls from the art school come here especially?

How could Chen Yongli have thought that Tang Yan would be Wu Tao's classmate?

Xu Jiawen shook his face and left, the three girls turned around and left, 'Who are you, you have no manners at all! Hmph~', even blaming him for it.

Chen Yongli couldn't argue, and was about to catch up with Xu Jiawen, when someone put on his shoulder and said, "Hey, Chen Yongli, you are quite courageous! With the skills of a bullshit photographer, you dare to use it to attend an art school!" model?"

The surroundings burst into laughter, and Chen Yongli's face turned blue and pale.

If you want to refute, but you are powerless to refute; if you want to fight, there are many people on the other side. In desperation, he had no choice but to admit his cowardice, and he was still glad that Xu Jiawen left first, so he didn't hear this.

Tang Yan and her two girlfriends quickly found Class One and One, and looked at Wu Tao and Zhao Li from afar through the window.

"Oh, the champion, it's really not easy to find you!" Tang Yan stood with her hips crossed, and she stood casually in a graceful manner, just like a standard clothes hanger standing posture.

I haven't seen her for a while, and she seems to have grown a lot taller, even standing in front of her with Wu Tao feels pressured.

After the two parties got acquainted, Zhao Li asked without knowing it: "He is in school now, who doesn't know him? Why is it so hard to find?"

Tang Yan waved her hand, "Hey, don't mention it, I met a liar just after entering the door, saying that his classmate is also very good at photography, and insisted on asking us to find him, who seems to be called Xu Jiawen, by the way, is he famous?"

"Emmm..." Zhao Li nodded meaningfully, "The bullshit photographer is very famous, and the whole school knows it!"

"Hahaha..." Ding Tiantian laughed and leaned forward, "Cowshit photographer? Who came up with this nickname? It's so funny!"

Zhao Li immediately showed her gossip, "Who else? Our bad art teacher..."

Since Xu Jiawen's work was rated as Bullshit last time, the nickname of bullshit photographer has spread like wildfire, and it seems to be as famous as Wu Tao's "genius photographer".

But one is Xi Shi and the other is Dong Shi.

Back in the classroom, Chen Yongli saw that Xu Jiawen was silent, so he had to try his best to persuade him. After all, he was the one who caused this matter, and Xu Jiawen couldn't afford to offend him.

"Brother Wen, what's so great about Wu Tao? Isn't he the number one in the high school entrance examination?"

"Well, even if he's a bit of a top scorer in the high school entrance examination, what about other aspects?"

"Shooting a silly cat and publishing it? It's just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse!"

"Designed a few t-shirts that sold well, but just got lucky..."

It's okay not to persuade Xu Jiawen, but the more he persuaded Xu Jiawen, the more depressed he felt.

However, what Chen Yongli said next made Xu Jiawen's eyes shine.

"Brother Wen, listen to me, don't think Wu Tao is capable. He is really capable, and he will also open a snack bar at the East Gate? Let's wait and see, when he is lucky enough to close down, we will be in the school Help him to publicize..."

In fact, there are many people who pay more attention to the Dongmen snack bar than Xu Jiawen.

At least the bosses of Snack Street paid more attention to him than a student, because it was directly related to their own business.

The owners of the snack bar, who were fighting openly and secretly on weekdays, got together and talked about the brand-new facade of Dongmennan.

"Old Zhang, do you know who took over that store?"

Lao Zhang has stubble on his mouth, and his grin reveals a big mouth and big white teeth, which is really scary.

"Don't tell me, I really know it. She is a woman in her thirties, and she looks very dignified."

"I heard that they bought all the facades and decorated them with great fanfare, spending a lot of money!"

"It seems that I have no experience. I don't know how many snack bars died in that area. How dare you spend so much money?"

"Yeah, let's just wait and see the show. When the time comes, not to mention losing money, even the facade will be lost."

Lao Zhang waved his hand, quite proud of himself, "So we play the video as usual, and make snacks as we like. No matter how loud she is, she can't compete with us all over the street!"

"Yes, yes, Lao Zhang is right!"

"In this way, we can rest assured..."

Autumn is getting cooler, in the rich and noble home, in the study, under the desk lamp, Wu Tao is reading letters from readers.

In just three months, he received thousands of letters.

Most of them came from Zhiyin Magazine, and the other half were all transferred from Family Doctor Magazine.

Other writers might have ignored these letters altogether.

But he understands that this is just the early form of readers and fans. Although they are not as direct economic benefits as online fans, they are more loyal.

And he himself started with Chicken Soup, and plans to develop further, so it is necessary to properly maintain the relationship with readers.

But there were so many letters that he couldn't read them all by himself.

So An Rong was dragged into the young man, helping him review the letter and replying as appropriate.

What Wu Tao had to do was to reply to the special letters she selected, and by the way, sign his name on other routine replies.

In the living room, Aunt Hua was banging on the calculator and ledger.

After a while, he rubbed his sore eye sockets and looked at the final number, feeling a little dazed.

After thinking about it, he still knocked on Wu Tao's door.

"Look, our three chain stores haven't opened yet, and we've already spent nearly 300,000."

Wu Tao took it and saw that it was more than 289,000 yuan, but there was no reaction on his face, "So, on the day of the opening, 300,000 yuan can be fully covered?"

Aunt Hua nodded, "Now all the flowers that should be spent have been spent, and the decoration payment has been paid off. The remaining week is for personnel training and induction. When the smell in the store is gone, we can open for business."

"...But this time I have invested so much, I am really not settled in my heart."

Wu Tao laughed. In fact, he thought the flowers were too little. Yuankang Company's surplus funds have broken through the 10 million mark. If you don't want to invest it out, so much money will be a waste of money lying in the account.

But he also understood Aunt Hua's nervousness.

After all, it was her first time to take over a project of 300,000 yuan. It was impossible to say that she was not worried about nervousness at all, unless she was not interested at all.

"Aunt Hua, actually, I think you shouldn't treat it as a 300,000 project, but a 100,000 project. Because no matter how bad it is, the real estate value of the facade house will definitely not be compensated."

Having said that, Aunt Hua suddenly felt relieved.

From the 20,000 yuan of Nongjiale to the 100,000 yuan of Malatang now, this span is within her acceptable range.

"...Besides, our Mala Tang business has been prepared so far, and we have the right time, location and people. If we don't make money, then we can't justify it!"

Aunt Hua's face couldn't help but relax, "The bosses on the snack street are all waiting to see my jokes."

"Then we have to make Mala Tang better and make it bigger, so that they can see it well!"

"Wu Tao is right!" An Rongxiu clenched her fist, "Sister Hua, we are optimistic about you!"

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