20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1113 Ye Ying
"Small problem, nothing worth it, sister Yawen."

Zhao Changan said with a smile: "The money is nothing to Yinan, and the more I invest here, the more reductions and discounts will be given to Yinan from SISU. No matter what counts, we will not suffer. .”

"That's right, then I'm relieved."

Ni Yawen is also a very smart woman, and she asked Zhao Changan, "I'm listening to you, are you not optimistic about Mai Yingying's plan?"

"To be honest, look at how many people in China go to see ancient books like The Book of Songs: Journey to the Red Chamber? Only when they are made into movies and TV shows can there be some audiences. I guess the sales of such a boring book in the West African market will be very limited."

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

"Sister Wenwen, what you said is very reasonable, let's do it first and see the result."

Zhao Changan nodded with a smile, apparently not intending to argue with Ni Yawen, because it was unnecessary.

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

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

On the surface, there are about 500 million people who speak Yoruba and about 800 million people who speak Igbo. The population base is indeed not small.

However, the senior intellectuals among these people are all bilingual, and in their daily reading and communication, they often use English as the main language, showing that they are superior to others.

Unless there is a special need or purpose for buying books, generally only the English version is bought, and I don't even bother to read such books in ethnic languages.

The literacy rate of people who only use Yoruba and Igbo without knowing English is very low. If you ask such a person to read color books written in Yoruba and Igbo, few people will be interested , not to mention reading such elegant books?
Besides, the way of cultural invasion is not so simple and naive. If you want to realize it, you should learn from the homework done by others.

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

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On Monday, Zhao Changan received a text message from Ye Zi, saying that he would go to her house for a light meal at night, and explained that Xia Wenzhuo and Pei Xuezhe had been invited, hoping that Zhao Changan could invite Tang Shuang and Wen Ye.

Zhao Changan texted back to ask whether it was a business or private matter, and Ye Zi returned to just an ordinary gathering.

At noon, Zhao Changan texted Tang Shuang and Wen Ye, saying that Ye Zi invited them to play in Ziyuan at night, just for fun, and as expected, both of them replied 'no'.

Tang Shuang thought it was troublesome, while Wen Ye didn't want to see the Ye family.

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

Therefore, the hatred should still be hated, and there is no thought of mercy at all.

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

Zhao Changan and Xia Wenzhuo sent messages again: "Are you going to Ziyuan after school? Together."

Xia Wenzhuo didn't reply until the class was about to start: "Xue Zhe and I are together. We can leave early for physical education in the afternoon and leave after running."

Zhao Changan responded with a message in displeasure: "I'll make a room for the night and sleep together!"

This time Xia Wenzhuo didn't reply to his message directly.

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

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

Thinking of Xia Wenzhuo's delicate and boneless body in his heart, he couldn't help feeling hot in his heart.

This woman, Zhao Changan has a very strange feeling for her. There is childhood ignorance, hatred and anger towards her family, revengeful possession, and the desire to monopolize her beautiful body and face. .

Anyway, gotta eat meat tonight!
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After school in the afternoon, Zhao Changan drove to the east gate.

After this period of demolition, a large area of ​​woods and old brick and tile buildings decades ago in the northeast of Fuda 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 SISU, and another [-] square meters of land will be acquired on the road side for construction.

"Pity!"

Looking at the already empty land, Zhao Chang'an couldn't help but sigh, but from different standpoints and angles, he looked at things from different perspectives.

Zhao Chang'an regretted a large area of ​​nostalgic buildings, while Tang Wenxuan and the others believed that Fuda was reborn and marching towards a world-class university.

It is already November [-]st at this time. Although the Pearl is close to the sea, the specific heat contributed by the sea continues to flow to the streets and alleys of the city, so the temperature is generally four to five degrees higher than that of the inland at the same latitude. Some of the trees also began to fringe their leaves with gold.

Zhao Chang'an sighed again in his heart, the mountains and rivers were in autumn, and suddenly, unconsciously, he had been in this world for a year and a half, and being in Mingzhu was also the second autumn in his life.

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When the car arrived at the bridgehead of Ziyuan Island, a security guard in charge of the gate asked Zhao Changan's identity and opened the pure copper gate of the bridge. Zhao Changan began to drive up the stone bridge. small island.

On the side of the small island at the head of the bridge, there is a parking market. The parking lot is 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.

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

Park the car in the garage, there are already three cars parked inside, one is Xia Wenzhuo's Porsche Boxster 3.2, one is Ye Zi's red Audi, and an orange-red Ferrari.

This Ferrari is very new, bought for a month or so at most, and it has a Gusu license plate.

"People from Yeyuan?"

Zhao Changan can judge this point very well. If Ye Zixin bought the car, it must have the license plate of Shanghai Mingzhu, including Ye Henian and his wife, because they spend a lot of time using the car in Mingzhu. Going to the city center during holidays will inevitably be subject to some restrictions.

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

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

He climbed up the stairs,

I saw the leaf shadow that I hadn't seen for a long time.

(End of this chapter)