"What did Brother Sen say?" Jiang Azhi asked impatiently.
Xie Guoqing looked downcast, but seemed to have let go of the big stone in his heart. He breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at Jiang Azhi aside and was silent for a moment before saying: "Brother Sen asked me to cover my wallet, be more down-to-earth, and focus on the tourists in Huangshan Mountain. "
"Then what do you think?"
"I understand the truth, but..."
Jiang Azhi looked at the hesitant Xie Guoqing and said: "Brother Sen is right. Look at those vulgar videos you took, they have nothing to do with tea. If I want to buy tea, it would be weird to buy from you. Besides, we are neither a film and television company nor a celebrity. Do you still think you can become an internet celebrity?"
Xie Guoqing is also a sensible person. He knows that becoming an Internet celebrity is like winning the lottery. Naturally, he does not expect to make a living by buying lottery tickets. He just thinks that if the traffic increases, maybe the business will be better.
Jiang Azhi continued: "In my opinion, the people up here are very empty. Brother Sen is right, there are many people visiting Huangshan every day, you can see and touch them."
At this time, Xie Guoqing also figured it out: "Okay, let's just focus on the present."
"Anyway, we are not in a hurry now. We don't have to worry about food, clothing, or housing."
As soon as Jiang Azhi finished speaking, she heard a somewhat unfamiliar voice coming from outside the gate: "National Day, are you at home?"
"Who is it?"
"I am Guoyu."
"Why did he come to our house?" Both of them were puzzled. They had not interacted with each other much since they were young, but when he suddenly came to visit us, there must be a story in it.
"Here we come." Jiang Azhi answered and opened the door.
As soon as he entered the door, he said to Xie Guoqing with a smile on his face: "It's National Day, I heard that your e-commerce business is doing well."
"Also..." As soon as Xie Guoqing opened his mouth, Jiang Azhi knew that he was a man of great dignity and liked to embarrass himself and pretend to be fat. What if he was here to borrow money? He quickly tugged at the corner of Xie Guoqing's back and said, "Where, the business is so bad, we are almost dying of worry."
To the surprise of both of them, Xie Guoyu said more enthusiastically: "Then why don't you use the promotion package above? The effect is very good."
"Have you tried it?"
Xie Guoyu responded with some guilt: "No, I haven't tried it, but many friends around me have used it and said it is good."
Jiang Azhi asked: "Oh? Who is there?"
"That's who...you don't know."
"Open it and show it to us." Jiang Azhi said as he handed over the phone.
Xie Guoyu didn't expect these two people to be so serious, so he explained awkwardly: "Oh, isn't the effect obvious? Otherwise, why would there be so many people using it?"
"Then why don't you use it?"
Jiang Azhi's rhetorical question made Xie Guoyu feel very uncomfortable, and he awkwardly changed the subject: "Suddenly I remembered that I have something to do at home, let's talk another day." After that, he turned and left.
Xie Guoqing and Jiang Azhi watched Xie Guoyu leave and muttered: "Why do you think he is here? He is nervous."
When he returned home, Xie Guoyu's face was gloomy, he poured a full glass of water and drank it in one gulp. Seeing this, my wife asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? You look so ugly?"
"I just went to Xie Guoqing's house."
"Why did you go to his house?"
"If I don't bring some people in, I'll feel panicked."
"Then they came in?"
"No! I'm so unwilling. It's not because of you that you keep nagging in my ears all day long that this thing is good and can make a lot of money. I invested all my family's money in it, but what's the result? It's useless!"
"I heard what others said, why are you blaming me? Isn't it for this family?" He complained as he spoke.
After hearing this, Xie Guoyu couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He was about to throw the thing in his hand over, but he stopped when he realized it was a mobile phone, and then scrolled through the news of his friends. He cursed in his heart: "Why am I the only one who loses money? They all make money."
