After rebirth, I became a great master

Chapter 199 The King of Ideas
Zhou Haoran was lying on the bed.

I felt proud for a long time, and felt that Aunt Wan was gentle, considerate, soft and charming, like a beauty in the world.

He turned his head and looked at the graceful body lying on the bed with her back to him, her fragrant shoulders, beautiful back and her long black hair scattered all over the pillow.

"Aunt Wan?"

"Ah."

"You're angry?"

Zhou Haoran asked carefully.

"No, it was just a little sudden."

Sheng Wenwan is not dull.

Zhou Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you were angry."

Sheng Wenwan said softly, "Haoran, can you go to the bathroom and get a basin of water? I want to wipe myself, but it's not convenient for me to go out now."

Zhou Haoran knew that the blush on her face had not yet faded, so he took action immediately, "I'll go right away."

This type of building is designed similarly to a dormitory.

The washroom, bathroom, kitchen and everything else are shared.

Very inconvenient.

Fortunately, it’s not time to get off work yet.

It doesn't matter since he's a man.

The privacy protection in the harbor is extremely poor, and no one cares about it. People are everywhere walking on the streets in their pajamas.

He went out carrying a basin and a towel, wearing shorts and bare-chested.

I went to the bathroom and simply wiped my whole body with a towel.

It's hot in the summer, and without air conditioning or fans, it's really not suitable to do strenuous exercise.

It can only be said that it is a way to find joy in suffering.

I washed the towel several times and came back with a basin of clean water.

"Aunt Wan, I'm back."

Zhou Haoran knew that she was not wearing any clothes, so he spoke as soon as he entered the room to let her know that he was not a outsider.

"Haoran, go outside first."

Sheng Wenwan sat on the bed, a thin quilt covering her chest. Her pretty face was like a blooming peach blossom, her hair was loose, and she looked lazy and tired, even her voice was a little hoarse.

"Call me when you change the water."

Zhou Haoran gave her some independent space, then left the bedroom and closed the door.

Then he changed the basin of water.

Half an hour later, Sheng Wenwan put on her clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

She held onto the door frame with one hand, her face still flushed.

Zhou Haoran looked at her flushed face and said with a smile, "Auntie Wan, you are so beautiful like this."

Sheng Wenwan touched her face and walked to the mirror on the wall, "Can you still see it?"

"can."

Zhou Haoran walked behind her and hugged her waist from behind.

"After we leave, we'll go out to eat. I can't face people like this." Sheng Wenwan knew that he had been very active just now. "Are you starving?"

Zhou Haoran smiled and said, "It's okay, don't worry."

Sheng Wenwan looked at him in the mirror, rolled her eyes, and said angrily, "Can you talk about the company now?"

Zhou Haoran said nonchalantly, "There's nothing to say."

"Ok?"

Sheng Wenwan raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Just to manage finances." Zhou Haoran thought for a moment, "How about this, I'll pick you up tomorrow. Go to my company and you'll understand everything."

Sheng Wenwan said awkwardly, "I have to go to work tomorrow. I asked for leave today."

Zhou Haoran said with a smile: "What's the point of attending that class?"

"I want to make a living."

Sheng Wenwan looked at him in the mirror with burning eyes.

Zhou Haoran tightened his grip, pulled her into his arms, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and whispered, "Will you follow me from now on?"

Sheng Wenwan glanced at him and asked, "Have you thought about it?"

"What about you?"

Zhou Haoran asked back.

Sheng Wenwan bit her lips tightly and said nothing.

Zhou Haoran said, "Don't worry, let's get to know each other for a few days. We're still not very familiar with each other yet."

"It depends mainly on you. I don't have much to choose from." Sheng Wenwan understood the huge gap between them. She spoke in a humble tone, her eyes hazy with longing, "I'm fine with whatever you do. I'll do whatever you want."

Zhou Haoran nodded and said, "I'll think about it."

Sheng Wenwan said self-deprecatingly: "They all say that I have bad luck and that I am destined to be a husband-killer."

Zhou Haoran said with a smile: "Do you still believe this?"

Sheng Wenwan said calmly, "I looked it up in the book, and it also says that the White Tiger is unlucky for the husband. You saw it just now, I must be the kind of woman described in the book."

"I like this!" Zhou Haoran didn't believe that. He snorted, "Aunt Wan, don't let your imagination run wild. That's not true! Besides, don't you still have me?"

Sheng Wenwan said "hmm" softly, as if relieved, "As long as you don't care."

After a while, the blush on her face was less obvious.

The two went out to have dinner.

"Haoran." Sheng Wenwan stretched out her hand, "Hold me up a little."

Zhou Haoran took her arm and asked in a low voice, "Are you still not feeling well?"

Sheng Wenwan nodded gently, "My legs are weak."

Zhou Haoran laughed, "Aunt Wan, this won't work for you."

Sheng Wenwan rolled her eyes at him, "Not as experienced as you!"

"I have no experience."

Zhou Haoran told the truth.

Sheng Wenwan didn't believe it and asked in a low voice: "Tell your aunt the truth, how many are there outside?"

"What do you mean by several?" Zhou Haoran was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "Not even one!"

Sheng Wenwan's eyes moved, a little bit angry, "Don't tell the truth."

We had hand-rolled noodles for dinner.

It doesn't cost much.

Mainly chatting.

Talking about my childhood in the alleys, if we put aside all the rumors, those were actually very happy times. At least during those chaotic times, the alleys were well protected and safe.

……

The original plan was for Zhou Haoran to pick up Aunt Wan. However, it was too far.

He was in the city center, and he had to go to Songjiang, and then go to Pudong...which was equivalent to going around half of the harbor.

And there is no navigation and I am not familiar with the road.

Sheng Wenwan said that she would take a bus to the city by herself and would call him on the pager when she arrived.

Zhou Haoran was no longer in a hurry.

Go to work in the morning.

The female apprentice Qiao Nuo looked worried.

Zhou Haoran thought she was complaining, so he smiled and said, “Next week, I’ll take you to visit clients next week!”

"Teacher Zhou..." Qiao Nuo looked annoyed, "It's not this."

Zhou Haoran asked: "What happened?"

Qiao Nuo said with a bitter face, "That intern Guo Xiangdi."

"What's up with him?"

"Always haunting me."

"Ok?"

Zhou Haoran understood what she meant.

Qiao Nuo said unhappily, "I've already told him I don't have any feelings for him and don't want to have dinner with him, but he just keeps pestering me. Every night after get off work, he's waiting for me at the door. Yesterday, when I was bringing my computer home, he pulled me and it fell to the ground, but luckily it wasn't broken."

"He made advances on you?"

Zhou Haoran opened his eyes wide.

"No, I just don't want to see him anyway." Qiao Nuo crossed his arms and looked angrily, "It's affecting my mood for work."

"Okay, I'll take care of this. I'll talk about it at the weekly meeting tomorrow. If he doesn't know what's best for him..." Zhou Haoran snorted coldly, "I'll fire him!"

"Huh?" Qiao Nuo found it a little funny. "Teacher Zhou, Guo Xiangdi's family background is not ordinary. He has a job!"

Zhou Haoran said nonchalantly, "I'm here anyway, don't worry. How's the letter going? Have you finished writing it?"

"I finished writing it a long time ago and sent it all out." Qiao Nuo suddenly remembered something, bent down, opened the cabinet, and took out a green bag. "Teacher Zhou, these are your letters."

"so much?"

Zhou Haoran was a little surprised.

He had heard from Mr. Liu Zhengyue that the Honglou Teahouse had received a lot of letters recently.

Zhou Haoran understood as soon as he heard it. Someone was writing back to him!
Just let Qiao Nuo get it.

I didn't expect there were so many.

"A total of 68 letters." Qiao Nuo was very happy, his face beaming with joy. "Teacher Zhou, this proves it's effective. The first letter was sent out, and a total of 172 letters were sent. We haven't even said anything yet, and 68 customers have already responded to us."

Zhou Haoran nodded. "What are you writing?"

Qiao Nuo looked confused, "I don't know."

"You didn't tear it down?"

"No, this is for you."

"Don't be so formal. From now on, just open these business letters when you receive them."

Next, Zhou Haoran and his female apprentice opened all 68 letters.

See what is written.

There are mainly three categories.

The first category: Thank you for the letter, I learned a lot.

Hope to keep in touch in the future.

The second category is, who are you?
Great content, I want to get to know you.

The third category is that the topic is really good.

How can I ask you more detailed questions about corporate management?
Paid consultation available!

Zhou Haoran was quite pleased with the result, but it was not surprising either.

He wanted to find an "online" model.

However, there is still a big difference between writing letters and the online mode of the Internet.

In online communication, the other party may be indifferent, and even if you send a long message, it may remain in the "unread" state. There is too much information on the Internet, and it takes up all the fragmented time.

That's different now.

The information volume is low and the letters are precious.

The physical presence of letters, visible and tangible, makes them appear more intimate and friendly. Letters are relatively expensive, and there are almost no advertising letters, so the importance of letters can be greatly increased.

In other words, although they are both "online" modes, the conversion rate of letter communication can be much higher than that of the Internet!
"oops!"

At this moment, Qiao Nuo screamed while holding a letter.

Zhou Haoran said angrily, "We are alone together, don't shout or make noises."

Qiao Nuo's face flushed, but he couldn't hide his excitement, "Teacher Zhou, take a look at this letter!"

"what happened?"

"He said he wants you to come up with an idea. If the idea works, he's willing to pay you 10 yuan!"

"Oh?"

Zhou Haoran took the letter from her.

This is a letter from a garment factory.

They said their factory's inventory backlog has exceeded 80 yuan, and their debt has exceeded 50 yuan. According to their estimates, if they cannot effectively clear the inventory, the garment factory may go bankrupt within 8-10 months.

So I would like to ask the "Mr. Zhou" who wrote the letter to come up with an idea to help them clear out their inventory.

Qiao Nuo came over and said excitedly, "Teacher Zhou, do you have any good ideas? One idea is worth 10 yuan. You're the same as He Yang!"

"He Yang? Who is that?"

Zhou Haoran had never heard of this person.

Qiao Nuo's eyes widened. "Teacher Zhou, you don't even know He Yang? Don't you read the newspaper?"

Zhou Haoran was confused, "What do you do?"

Qiao Nuo, a man of this era, understood the situation very well. He spoke quickly, "He's the king of ideas, amazing! He's incredibly good at coming up with ideas for businesses, and he's quite famous. He once suggested that Jinhua ham be canned, and it was a huge success. He made 10 yuan from that one idea! That's the same amount as your invitation!"

"Idea King?" Zhou Haoran thought it was ridiculous. Even McKinsey couldn't reach that level. "Are you a fraudster? Didn't you get executed?"

"No way!" Qiao Nuo said angrily, "I have real skills!"

Zhou Haoran curled his lips.

I think it's ridiculous.

In the wave of everyone going into business, many people go into business without knowing anything about business.

So I don’t understand anything.

Naturally, many professional scammers emerged and could easily stir up trouble in the market.

People like him who have real talent and knowledge should be more careful about their reputation and not come too aggressively.

(End of this chapter)