"A small question, it's not worth it, Sister Yawen."

Zhao Changan smiled and said, "This money is nothing to a nanometer, and the more I invest, the more exemptions and discounts I will give to the outside world. No matter how we calculate it, we won't suffer any loss."

"That's right, then I'll feel relieved."

Ni Yawen is also a very smart woman. She asked Zhao Changan: "I listen to what you mean, are you not optimistic about Mai Yingying's plan?"

"To be honest, you can see how many people in China are going to read ancient books such as the Book of Songs Journey to the West? Unless they are made into movies and TV series, they can only have some audiences. Such boring books will be very limited in the West African market."

"We have also thought about these situations, but these books mainly face senior intellectuals in West Africa, such as college students, university teachers, as well as junior and senior high school teachers and cultural workers. We must use Chinese culture to influence them first, and then have top-down influence."

"Sister Wenwen, you're very reasonable. Go and do it first and see the results."

Zhao Changan nodded with a smile, obviously not planning to argue with Ni Yawen because there is no need.

Ni Yawen's argument seemed to make sense at first glance, but in fact it could not withstand rigorous inference at all.

The official languages ​​in West Africa are English, and Yoruba and Igbo are national languages.

On the surface, the population of Yoruba is about 25 million, and Igbo is about 18 million, and the population base is indeed quite large.

However, the high-level intellectuals among these people have bilingual skills, and in their daily reading and communication, they often focus on English, showing that they are superior.

Unless you have special needs or purposes for purchasing books, you will generally only buy English versions, and you will not bother reading such national text books at all.

People who simply use Yoruba and Igbo but do not know English have very low literacy rates. If you ask such people to read the color books in Yoruba and Igbo, few people will be interested in it. What's more, reading such a daemon book?

Besides, the way of invasion of culture is not so simple and naive. If you want to achieve it, you should learn from the homework done by others.

Economy, guns, culture, and immigration are indispensable.

——

On Monday, Zhao Changan received a text message from Ye Zi, saying that he would go to her house for a simple meal in the evening, and that he had invited Xia Wenzhuo and Pei Xuezhe, hoping that Zhao Changan would make an appointment with Tang Shuang and Wen Ye.

Zhao Changan replied to the text message and asked whether it was a business or a private matter. Ye Zi's return to the house was just an ordinary party.

At noon, Zhao Changan sent a text message to Tang Shuang and Wen Ye, saying that Ye Zi invited them to play in Ziyuan in the evening, and it was purely fun. As expected, the messages they replied to were "not going".

Tang Shuang felt it was troublesome, while Wen Ye was unwilling to meet the Ye family.

Although Ye Pingbai's group was very harmful to Dong Zhichong's bragging this time, it had nothing to do with Wen Ye's hatred for the Ye family.

So I still hate it, and there is no idea of ​​pity at all.

Because in this world, there are so many stories about farmers and snakes, and kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Zhao Changan sent another message to Xia Wenzhuo: "Are you going to Ziyuan after school? Together."

It was not until the class was about to begin Xia Wenzhuo replied: "I am with Xuezhe, we can leave early in the afternoon physical education class and leave after running."

Zhao Changan replied with an unhappy message: "I will open a room tonight and sleep together!"

Gu Xi

This time Xia Wenzhuo did not reply to his message.

"If you don't reply, you're accusation!"

Zhao Changan sent this message and waited until Xia Wenzhuo did not reply to his message when he called the preparatory bell, so he deleted the text messages.

Thinking of Xia Wenzhuo's delicate and boneless body, I couldn't help but feel hot.

This woman, Zhao Changan, had a very strange feeling for her, including her childhood ignorant love, her hatred and anger towards her family, her revenge possession, and her possessiveness for her pretty and unparalleled body and face.

Anyway, I have to eat meat tonight!

——

After school in the afternoon, Zhao Changan drove to the east gate.

After this period of demolition, a large area of ​​woods in the northeast of Fuda and old brick buildings from decades ago were razed to the ground. According to the plan, a large parking lot and a large student canteen will be built here.

At the same time, the school will expand eastward like Shangwai, and expropriate nearly 100,000 square meters of land construction on the other side of the road.

"What a pity!"

Looking at this empty land, Zhao Changan couldn't help but sigh, but his position and perspective were different, and his views on things were also different.

It’s a pity that Zhao Changan has a large number of nostalgic buildings, while Tang Wenxuan and the others believe that Fuda is reborn and making rapid progress towards a top-notch international university.

It was November 1st. Although Mingzhu leaned against the sea, the sea contributed more than heat to the streets and alleys of the city, so the temperature was generally four or five degrees higher than the inland of the same latitude. However, some trees on both sides of the road also began to inlaid leaves with golden edges.

Zhao Changan sighed in his heart again. The mountains and rivers were in autumn, and suddenly, it has been a year and a half since he came to this world, and Mingzhu is also the second autumn in his life.

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When the car arrived at Ye Zi Bridge, a security guard in charge of the door asked Zhao Changan's identity and opened the pure copper fence gate of the bridge. Zhao Changan began to drive up the stone bridge, drove more than 30 meters on the bridge, and boarded the island.

On the side of the island at the bridge head, there is a parking market. The parking lot is closed on three sides, and then covered with thick soil, planted with various flowers and plants. Zhao Chang'an saw Ye Zi, Xia Wenzhuo and Pei Xuezhe sitting together.

According to the three asymmetrical directions, there should be another person there, but his vision was blocked and he could not see it.

I parked the car into the garage, and three cars had already been parked inside, one was Xia Wenzhuo's Porsche boxster      3.2, one was a red Audi with Ye Zi, and one was an orange-red Ferrari.

This Ferrari is very new, and it can only be bought for a month at most. It must be a license plate from Suzhou.

"The people from Yeyuan?"

Zhao Changan is easy to judge this point. If Ye Zi bought a new car, it must be a Mingzhu license plate, including Ye Henian and his wife. Because they spend a lot of time using a car in Mingzhu, if they use Sudi license plate, they will inevitably be subject to some restrictions when they are congested during holidays.

Zhao Changan got out of the car and saw a staircase in the north corner of the garage mouth. The sunset of the steel jungle that had not yet fallen into the pearl outside made its rays of light slanted from the above the stairs.

He walked to the stairs, looked up and planted a circle of roses on the stairs, including red roses, white roses, and pink roses, which looked very beautiful.

He climbed up the stairs,
Chapter completed!