Changsheng Road, Jingyi District, Jianghai City is a quiet inner lane. Walking to the left for a quarter of an hour, you will be the bustling Ningxi Road commercial circle. You can reach the Yujiahui commercial circle in twenty minutes by walking to the right. In the inner ring of Jianghai City, every inch of land is undoubtedly the most expensive area.

This is a classical garden-style villa area. Many literary and political celebrities choose the villa here as a place to rest. It is a veritable celebrity area. Each villa is so expensive that it is scary. Even so, it is often priced but not available. Most of it is ancestral property and no one is willing to sell it.

The Jiang family mansion is one of them. This is an industry passed down from ancestors. Jiang Daqiao, chairman of Shengshi Group, likes to rent here the most. A three-story European-style building is not too big, surrounded by flowers and plants.

Early in the morning, a few birds hanging under the trees chirped happily. Jiang Daqiao was wearing casual clothes, feeding the birds first, teasing them for a while, and then picking up a kettle to water the precious flowers and plants.

He was unwilling to hand over these tasks to servants. This was a must-do work every morning, to relax and relax.

"Yuehan, get up and have dinner." After doing all these tasks, Jiang Daqiao relaxed his muscles and bones. Before his daughter got up, she had to knock on her daughter's door.

No one responded, so he had to push the door and go in. He watched his daughter's petite figure rolling on a huge bed, messy everywhere, and sighed, "This child is not like a girl." He helped her roughly clean up, picked up the books that fell on the ground and put them on the bookshelf, and threw a bunch of messy draft paper into the trash can.

He pinched his daughter's little face, "Xiaohan, it's time to get up."

The sleepy girl turned over and muttered, "Let me sleep for a while", and continued to sleep with a quilt on her legs.

"Laggy girl, the sun is soaked in her butt, and she is still sleeping. How can she get married in the future?" Jiang Daqiao was helpless when facing his daughter, but she didn't have any majesty in the company. As long as he had a wink, the department managers under him would tremble.

As he said that, Jiang Daqiao slapped his daughter's exposed little butt.

"This girl, I stayed up late last night. I'll let you sleep for another half an hour. If you don't get up, my dad won't invest in some Chinese website." Jiang Daqiao smiled and said his killer move.

The girl raised her head, shook it, and replied in a little bit, "I know, I'll get up on time in half an hour, annoying dad."

Jiang Daqiao smiled and left his daughter's room, and then asked the secretary to re-define the meeting time for Yan Hui, who was the king of Chinese. For Jiang Daqiao, entering the online literature industry is just a toy for his daughter. He doesn't think that a group of people with no level or no culture can write any works on a computer.

Half an hour later, the girl got up on time, holding her hair all over her head, brushing her teeth while walking around at home. Jiang Daqiao was looking at today's newspaper in the living room. Looking at her daughter's look, she couldn't help but feel angry and funny.

"Mom Rong, bring the breakfast," Jiang Daqiao explained, and the servant was ready to go.

The girl washed and brushed her teeth very quickly. She started to eat breakfast in less than ten minutes. While eating, she said, "Dad, you made a profit this time. I told you that you don't believe it. Online articles are definitely promising sunrise industries."

"Oh? I'm going to convince my dad again. What's the new idea this time?" Jiang Daqiao looked at his daughter with great interest and argued with him was also a great pleasure.

"Hmph, you just look down on the Internet. I think it's just a group of people who plagiarize Western fantasy culture. Recently, a strange book appeared on the Internet. Local writers wrote local articles and historical themes are very popular. Last night, I read the latest uploaded one million words in one breath. It's really good." Jiang Yuehan was dissatisfied with his father looking down on the Internet, and began to say.

"Oh, isn't online articles just fast food articles written by a group of children? When will there be history? Our Chinese history is vast and profound. It's not something that children without cultural heritage can write, right?" Jiang Daqiao was skeptical.

"Why are you lying to you? Wait, I'll show you." Jiang Yuehan thought of it and did it, and ran upstairs to get his laptop.

"You kid, when will you not be so irritable? It's not too late to take it after dinner?" Jiang Daqiao shouted.

"Oh, it's all inherited from you. I can't wait, I have to do it when I think about it." Jiang Yuehan blanched her eyes, quickly got off with the computer in her arms, clicked on the page and handed it to Jiang Daqiao.

He said proudly, "I also did some statistics last night. This book "Reading Ming" was uploaded for a month and a half, but it actually made a bloody path from Western fantasy. With the author Sanpang's super strong writing skills and super update speed, it has cultivated a large number of historical readers, so that a large number of followers have emerged. There are no less than 2,000 books on Dianniang Chinese website, of which 80 are well written. There are about 10,000 followers in the entire online literature industry, so that historical fictitious categories can compete with Western fantasy. This is a hero, and one person can carry a big banner." Jiang Yuehan couldn't help but admire after saying that.

After reading two chapters, Jiang Daqiao said something about a bull-headed and horse-faced person. He couldn't help but frown, "It's as exaggerated as you said. I think the first two chapters are very unrigorous."

"You can ignore it before, just look patiently!" Jiang Yuehan said coquettishly.

Jiang Daqiao had to continue watching patiently.

"Okay, I'm full." I didn't see much Jiang Yuehan ate. He slapped his hand and wanted to go upstairs to dress up. Although he was not cloned, he still couldn't see people like this.

"Breakfast is the most important thing, eat more." Jiang Daqiao was very dissatisfied with his daughter eating so little every meal.

"If you eat more, you will become fat. If you can't get married, you will have to rely on you for the rest of your life." Jiang Yuehan smiled and ran upstairs again.

"What are you afraid of? My daughter from Jiang Daqiao is still worried about marrying? Those who are waiting in line to marry are all from the sea in Huangpu River."

"Old Jiang buys his daughter and boasts about it." Jiang Yuehan curled his lips.

Jiang Yuehan also quickly cleaned up his own clothes. In less than half an hour, he had a light makeup, neat shawl long hair, a decent set of dresses, and a shiny diamond necklace around his neck, which was completely different from what he had just now.

Jiang Daqiao looked at his packed daughter and grinned and smiled, "Wow, who is this girl so beautiful!"

"Of course, okay, dad, we can leave!" Jiang Yuehan urged dad with a small bag.

Jiang Daqiao was still a little impressed, "This book "Reading Ming" is really good. Even those of my age can continue to read it. It can not only make me feel excited but also be authentic. It is really good. You girl really recommend a good book this time."

"Hmph, the books you read are very good every time, but you just don't know how to appreciate them." Jiang Yuehan pouted and was dissatisfied.

"Yes, yes, my dad really can't see those girls, cute pets, etc., and I'm still happy to watch martial arts before. Unfortunately, Jin Daxia won the pen and Gu Daxia passed away early. It's a long time since I saw a good novel. I'll make it for my dad after I come back in the evening and continue reading it." Jiang Daqiao said with some emotion. Most people of his generation like to watch martial arts, and they still pay more attention to the feelings of family and country.

"Who looks down on our online literature industry? Humph, I won't show it to you, so that you will look down on people." Jiang Yuehan turned off the computer and got into the car with his father.

Jiang Daqiao pondered for a moment and said, "Well, the profit model I heard Yan Hui talk about last time was pretty good. With the help of the Internet platform, if you can have more high-quality works like "Hui Ming", there will be some room for development. It seems that this deal really makes you, a blind cat, meet a dead mouse, and you're right."

Jiang Yuehan refused to help but wanted to pull his father's beard and replied angrily, "I have been observed and studied for a long time, okay?"

Jiang Daqiao couldn't bear it and was busy changing the topic, "This is a signing contract, right? Then Yan Hui and the others have signed this "Ready Ming"? You can consider injecting more funds and operating it."

"The Huiming" is now uploaded on the Huandao Shumeng and Dianniang Chinese website at the same time. The public version has been 1 million words and has not signed a contract. As such a popular book, it has not been signed. This is very strange in itself. I really don't know what the author thinks." Speaking of online articles, Jiang Yuehan indeed diverted his attention and said seriously.

"Ah? What did Yan Hui do? Such a good work should be won early. There is no keen sense of touch. When we meet later, I will criticize it severely. You can't hesitate at all." Jiang Daqiao was very dissatisfied with this, thinking that the book had been taken over by the company, but he didn't expect it to be floating outside. If it was taken first by competitors, one would rise and fall, it would be very likely to fail.

He Jiang Daqiao does things either but he doesn't do it or he must be the first. The online literature industry is now contending with hundreds of schools of thought. If he invests in capital, he will definitely be the first in the online literature industry. There is no other chapter.
Chapter completed!