"It's a small problem, it's not worth anything, Sister Yawen."

Zhao Changan said with a smile: "This money is nothing to Yinnan, and the more I invest here, the SISU will give Yinnan more discounts and discounts. No matter how you calculate it, we will not suffer any loss."

.”

"That's it, then I'll be relieved."

Ni Yawen was also a very smart woman and asked Zhao Changan: "I hear what you mean, are you not optimistic about Mai Yingying's plan?"

"To be honest, look at how many people in China read ancient books like The Book of Songs and Journey to the West and Red Mansions? Only if it is made into a movie or TV series can it have some audiences. I estimate that the sales of such a boring book in the West African market will be very limited."

"We have thought about these situations, but these books are mainly for high-level intellectuals in West Africa, such as college students, university teachers, middle school and high school teachers, and cultural workers. We must use Chinese culture to influence them first, and then carry out self-improvement.

And the lower impact.”

"Sister Wenwen, what you said makes sense. Let's do it first and see the results later."

Zhao Changan smiled and nodded, obviously not intending to argue with Ni Yawen because there was no need.

Ni Yawen's argument may seem reasonable at first glance, but in fact it cannot withstand rigorous inference.

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

On the surface, there are about 25 million Yoruba-speaking people and about 18 million Igbo-speaking people. The population base is indeed not small.

However, the high-level intellectuals among these people are bilingual, and in their daily reading and communication, they often mainly use English to show that they are superior to others.

Unless there is a special need or purpose for buying books, one usually only buys the English version, and does not even bother to read such books in ethnic languages.

The literacy rate of people who simply speak Yoruba and Igbo without English is very low. If you ask such a person to read color books with Yoruba and Igbo characters, not many people will be interested.

, let alone reading such elegant books?

Moreover, the way of cultural invasion is not so simple and naive. If you want to realize it, you should learn from the lessons done by others.

Economy, guns, culture, and immigration are all indispensable.

——

On Monday, Zhao Changan received a text message from Ye Zi, saying that he was going to her house for a casual meal in the evening. He also explained that he had invited Xia Wenzhuo and Pei Xuezhe, and hoped that Zhao Changan could make an appointment with Tang Shuang and Wen Ye.

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

At noon, Zhao Changan sent text messages to Tang Shuang and Wen Ye, saying that Ye Zi invited them to go to Ziyuan in the evening just for fun. As expected, the messages they both replied were "no".

Tang Shuang found it too troublesome, while Wen Ye didn't want to see anyone from the Ye family.

Although Ye Pingbai's team was seriously harmed by Dong Zhichong's bragging this time, this has nothing to do with Wen Ye's hatred for the Ye family.

So I still hate when I should, without any thought of mercy at all.

Because in this world, there are simply too 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 wasn't until class was about to start that Xia Wenzhuo replied: "Xuezhe and I are together. We can leave early for physical education class in the afternoon and leave right after running."

Zhao Changan replied angrily: "I will open a room for you tonight and sleep together!"

This time Xia Wenzhuo did not reply to his message.

"If you don't reply, it's your default!"

Zhao Changan sent this message, and Xia Wenzhuo didn't reply to his message until he rang the standby bell, so he deleted the text messages.

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

Zhao Changan has a very strange feeling for this woman, including childhood ignorance, hatred and anger towards her family, vengeful possession, and the desire to monopolize her beautiful 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 also expand eastward like SISU, acquiring nearly 100,000 square meters of land on the highway side for construction.

"What a pity!"

Looking at this empty land, Zhao Changan couldn't help but sigh. However, his stance and perspective were different, and he looked at things from different perspectives.

Zhao Changan regretted the loss of a large area of ​​nostalgic buildings, while Tang Wenxuan and others believed that Fuda was reborn and heading towards a world-class university.

It was already November 1st. Although the Pearl was close to the sea, the specific heat contributed by the sea continued to flow to the streets and alleys of the city, so the temperature was generally four to five degrees higher than inland at the same latitude, but on both sides of the road

Some trees have also begun to inlay their leaves with golden edges.

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

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When the car arrived at the Ziyuan Island Bridge, a security guard in charge of the gate asked Zhao Changan his identity, opened the pure copper gate of the bridge, and Zhao Changan started to drive onto the stone bridge. After driving on the bridge for more than thirty meters, he boarded

small island.

There was a parking market next to the island at the end of the bridge. The parking lot was closed on three sides, covered with thick soil, and filled with various flowers and plants. Zhao Changan saw Ye Zi, Xia Wenzhuo, and Pei Xuezhe sitting together.

According to the asymmetrical three directions, there should be another person over there, but his line of sight is blocked and cannot be seen.

Parking the car into the garage, there were already three cars parked inside, one was Xia Wenzhuo's Porsche Boxster 3.2, one was Ye Zi's red Audi, and there was an orange Ferrari.

This Ferrari is very new, only a few months old at most, and it has a Suzhou license plate.

"People from Ye Yuan?"

Zhao Changan can judge this very well. If it is a new car bought by Ye Zi, it must have a license plate from Mingzhu, including Ye Henian and his wife, because they spend a lot of time in Mingzhu. If it is a car with a Su Di license plate, it will be better in the sometimes heavy traffic.

Going to the city center during holidays will inevitably encounter some restrictions.

Zhao Changan got out of the car and saw a staircase in the north corner of the garage entrance. The setting sun in the steel jungle that had not yet set the pearl outside cast its rays of rays slanting down from the top of the staircase.

He walked to the stairs and looked up. On the top of the stairs, there was a circle of roses planted, including red roses, white roses, and pink roses. They were very beautiful.

He climbed up the steps,
Chapter completed!