Technology derived

Chapter 51 New Business Opportunities
As if Wang Fan didn't see him, he rushed over in his Lamborghini.

Ma Ming's face turned pale with shock, and he quickly backed away, failing to stand firmly, and fell forward and backward all of a sudden.

Wang Fan ignored it, fearing that Song Qian, who was drunk, would catch a cold, so he raised the ceiling and walked away.

The security guard behind him laughed, Ma Ming swears and glared at the security guard. The security guard closed his mouth just now, but his face was full of sarcasm, still undisguised.

Ma Ming is helpless, he is just the boss of a small company, it is okay to pretend to be X in front of ordinary people, but in a place like Dynasty Hotel, a guard does not take him seriously, and he has nothing to do, he can only look down in dismay Back to the private room.

Faced with a table of dishes, Ma Ming felt very miserable.He had coveted Song Qian for a long time, and thought he could embrace the beauty.As a result, not only was it cheaper for others, but he was also beaten...

Thinking of Wang Fan's car and what happened before, Ma Ming was extremely angry and a little scared, and couldn't help cursing:
I wipe, you play with me!Driving a car worth more than 800 million yuan, and entrusting someone to come to my small company to find a job, must be playing me on purpose!

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Along the way, afraid that Song Qian would feel uncomfortable, Wang Fan drove steadily.

Song Qian woke up, opened her eyes and looked around, until she saw Wang Fan next to her, she was relieved, and then fell asleep again, with a smile on her lips.

Seeing Song Qian's expression, Wang Fan couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped himself on the face, endless self-blame welled up in his heart.

Originally, he only wanted to tease Song Qian, but he didn't tell her the truth, but he didn't want Song Qian to be drunk so much for him, and almost be tortured...

Shengshi Jiayuan stopped the car, Wang Fan picked up Song Qian, looking at her rosy face, his heart ached.But Song Qian is still a little heavy, at least 125 catties.

Song Qian seemed to be a little awake, and in a daze, her arms were tightly wrapped around Wang Fan's neck.

Wang Fan kissed Fangze, without any time to think, locked the car, and went upstairs with Song Qian in his arms.

Putting Song Qian on his bed, the other party's hands were still tightly wrapped around her.

Wang Fan was startled, and hurriedly got out from between Song Qian's arms. Seeing that Song Qian hadn't woken up, he was relieved, then slowly parted her hands, and put her in a more comfortable sleeping position. posture.

Wang Fan sat aside, deep in thought.

At first Song Qian targeted herself, Wang Fan thought she was the kind of person who relied on her body for food, and even suspected that she and Old Man Yang had a relationship.

Therefore, he deliberately targeted her and molested her in the examination room.Later, Song Qian explained that Wang Fan didn't believe it all, and when he heard that the other party wanted to find a job for him, he wanted to tease her and didn't refuse.

It turned out that the other party was not only very caring, but also drank so much wine for this job opportunity, it was almost...

Wang Fan smiled wryly. He was most afraid of owed a debt of favor, and he still owed it this time.When Song Qian woke up, Wang Fan really didn't know how to explain it.

If I go late today, the consequences will be unimaginable.Wang Fan's expression was cold, and Ma Ming was already on his blacklist.

After a long time, he shook his head vigorously, trying to calm himself down.

Seeing the sweat on Song Qian's forehead and the drenched dress on her upper body, he remembered that Shen Sining wiped his body last night.

So I went to the bathroom, took a basin of warm water, took a new towel, and went back to the bedroom again.Fortunately, Li Sisi was careful and bought a lot of towels and the like.

Wang Fan squeezed the water and gently wiped off the sweat from Song Qian's forehead, then her cheeks and neck.

Song Qian's figure is really impeccable, not worse than that of Guan Xiaoxin, who was born as a model, mainly due to her talent.

Wang Fan wanted to tell her more than once that with your talent, it would be a waste not to be a supermodel or a star.

Wang Fan blushed slightly, suppressing the evil thoughts in his heart, and turned Song Qian over, sleeping on her back was not good for her heart.

Wang Fan didn't dare to look any further, and hurried out of the room, otherwise he might not know what would happen.

Song Qian opened her eyes, looked at Wang Fan running away, smiled, her head hurt, and she fell asleep again.

Wang Fan came to the study, recalling the past two days, the Lamborghini was too eye-catching, and the luck was too strong, even though none of them made it...

Ignoring these things, Wang Fan first died in Call of Duty for nearly an hour, and then began to think about the company's money-making plan.

Ordinary forum promotion, publicity, buying search keywords, and advertising are very expensive.

Two days later, the mobile version of Fanzhi Forum will be launched, and it will also cost money to buy recommended places in major app stores, otherwise there will be no reputation at all.

A CPU intelligent control software is too slow to make money, and it can't afford such expenses at all, so it can only find other ways.

Wang Fan fiddled with the phone, thinking in his heart, it would be great if there was another application like CPU intelligent control software.

What marketing has learned starts with demand.We provide what consumers need.

Or start from the market, whichever aspect of the current market is blank or weak, and break through from that aspect.

Huge profits arise from monopoly or technological suppression.

In the current Internet age, mobile phones are bound to dominate the world, so Wang Fan's planning must be carried out around mobile phones.

The fever of playing games on mobile phones has created a demand for CPU intelligent control software.

Similarly, domestic mobile phones take poor pictures, especially at night, and the automatic mode is simply horrible.

As for the manual mode plus a tripod, don't be ridiculous, everyone is a professional photographer.Those things, various parameter adjustments, Wang Fan can't play well.

Wang Fan's heart moved, and he remembered the camera tuning software he had been tinkering with before.The market in this area is likely to be larger than CPU intelligent control software.

After all, there are only some boys who play games, and those who take pictures can be taken by all ages, especially girls, who love selfies to death, otherwise Meitu Xiuxiu would not be so popular.

(End of this chapter)