“This…probably not.”
Jiang Qin nodded, hung up the phone, and glanced at the QQ message sent by a high school classmate: Today is the birthday of Ma Huateng’s daughter. If you forward this message to ten groups, you can get a free one-month membership.
“Stop messing with your hair. I just asked, today is not his daughter’s birthday!”
Boss Jiang typed something and came back with an arrogant expression.
Tencent and Alibaba have been competing against each other in Taiwan. Whether it is the e-commerce platform or the group buying industry, the two companies are very competitive.
In particular, the subsequent emergence of WeChat Pay can be said to have truly shaken the foundation of Alibaba and directly invaded Alibaba’s ecological layout.
Jiang Qin didn’t like to get involved in this kind of melee where he charged for others, but now that he was being targeted, he might as well be a two-and-a-half-dozen guy and see if there was any advantage he could take advantage of.
Three days later, the final exam was completely over. Jiang Qin had written down everything he knew, such as his name and class.
At this time, the holiday date is just around the corner, and a light rain exaggerates the atmosphere of leaving school. College students finally get out of the sea of misery and start packing their luggage, preparing to go home for a long summer vacation. They go to bed late and get up late, and go to bed late and get up late.
During this period, 208 people came back collectively and had a hot pot with Professor Yan.
The reason why I came here specifically to eat hot pot was because it happened to be the eve of the old man’s 60th birthday.
Considering that Professor Yan would be returning to his hometown to entertain guests and friends on his birthday, and Taoli, who had been trained for many years as a teacher, would also come back to see him, Jiang Qin specially brought someone to surprise him one night in advance.
This weird little old man always does things seriously, holds others to strict standards, and holds himself to even stricter standards, so he is too serious every day and is not very happy.
However, he unexpectedly likes hot pot and Dong Wenhao’s secret sauce.
If you want to book a table at a big restaurant outside, he may not be willing to go, but as long as you cook a pot of good soup base at the entrepreneurial base, the old man will come to you if you smell it.
In addition, since the beginning of 2010, the company has expanded rapidly, and their start-up team has not had hot pot together for a long time.
This time is a birthday celebration and a reunion, which is of great significance.
So that afternoon, 207 set up a round table early.
A banner was hung on the opposite wall that read “Eternal God, Forever Eighteen.”
Wearing an apron, Dong Wenhao stirred the bone broth he had been cooking for a day, fried a small piece of crispy pork, and mixed a few bowls of secret sauce.
Luffyyu, a loser, took the other boys to the pedestrian street to do some shopping. The cargo capacity was comparable to that of Lalamove, and he only picked expensive items.
The girls were more relaxed, washing vegetables while watching TV series, and chatting about various gossips.
Feng Nanshu also squatted aside to help them pick vegetables, and then heard them say that a girl from a certain college was unexpectedly pregnant, and her red mouth couldn’t help but open wide.
“What nonsense are you talking about?”