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Chapter 418 Salmon jumps over the dragon gate

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    "What are you thinking about?"

    "The copywriting of Shanghao Tea House."

    ¡°After hearing Boss Lu¡¯s story, do you still want to help him think of copywriting?¡±

    ¡°Brother Ali, have you heard the story of the salmon?¡±

    Ali is not from the Northeast and doesn¡¯t know about salmon.

    Luo Xinxi stared at the computer and said: "Salmon migrate every year and will eventually return to the place where they were born. It is also shown in cartoons. The salmon jumps over the dragon gate, and the weather will be smooth in the coming year."

    How many cartoons has this girl watched?  When I think about copywriting, I think of cartoons. Besides, Boss Lu is not a childish person. Cartoons?  Isn't it?  Tea has nothing to do with fish, so why is the little girl trying to be a monster?

    "and?"

    "Luo Xin's little head has always been weird. Mr. Ali doesn't understand. What does salmon have to do with Boss Lu's teahouse?"

    "The salmon wants to go home, and the leaves also return to their roots. The man named Lu has no wife and family. He wants to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan. But the ancestors don't recognize him, so he has to find a virtual root, such as the tea sage Lu Yu. He  It's not about opening a teahouse, it's about returning to one's roots. All the literature and art shown are just to package one's return to one's roots, so that someone can take him in, even if it's not a person, it's just a painting, it's just a name in history."

    According to what Luo Xinshui said, the more a person lacks something, the more he wants to express it. He has no family, so he made the surname Lu his home. No one knows what kind of influence he received in the temple, but what is certain is that he  He definitely has not given up on the world of mortals, nor on his family. He wants to repent, but there is no way out.

    Mr. Ali pulled up the chair next to her and sat next to her. Her computer screen had stopped. This girl was sitting here thinking about this. Mr. Ali casually searched for salmon, and I choked it. It was ugly.

    "You wouldn't pick such an ugly fish even if you curse."

    ¡°Although it¡¯s ugly, it¡¯s a little expensive, so there¡¯s still a market for it.¡±

    Come on, the little girl is really good at finding common ground. I would say that Zhong Cuidu and Mr. Ali are poor talkers, and classmate Luo Xinxi is a model for not using curse words when swearing.

    She was still doing her signature moves and was in a daze. Her daze was when her brain was running at high speed. Although Boss Lu's private life was miserable, they still had to design well when they took orders from others. The designer's work could meet Party A's demands.  , for such a Party A, just by seeing him, he knows that he is not easy to communicate with, has a bad temper, is not like a normal person, and is also paranoid. No wonder Mr. Ali only drew the skeleton of the VIP room and the lobby, but did not start with it.  According to the design description, it turns out that Boss Lu has a story, and Mr. Ali was having an emotional accident in his heart at the time, so he had no idea where to start.

    ¡°Brother Ali, tell me the truth, did you deliberately not draw this project?¡±

    The little girl suddenly turned her head and looked straight at him, which really shocked him.

    "The main thing is that it's too difficult and I can't accept it emotionally, but the price is good and there's nothing I can do about it. Why don't you come here for help? Your copywriting is good, and this style is suitable for you."

    The old man made a face like Luo Xin's and said, "I hate people who abandon their wives and children the most." Some disgust is engraved in the DNA. Every time it sees such a thing, the DNA will become agitated, and if not careful, it will go berserk.

    They looked at each other in silence. Mr. Ali didn't know what to say for a moment, so he pushed his chair back and prepared to return to his seat.

    "Use the Q version of Lu Yu, and add auspicious words."

    Mr. Ali looked at her carefully, Luo Xin seemed to have a calm expression.

    "If he wants a home, give him Lu Yu, but you have to prick his nerves all the time and let him redeem his mistakes in this warm atmosphere."

    Knowing that she could draw what she said, Mr. Ali nodded in agreement. When he returned to his seat, the little girl was still in a daze. A small theater was still playing out in her mind. Many ideas competed with each other to produce the finalists.  Emotions that can penetrate deep into the bone marrow are often imprinted with history. Luo Xin seemed to think that it was Boss Lu's PTSD. After the trauma, he wanted to go home. The home developed into a nightmare, haunting him. When he woke up from the dream, he should be sleepy.  Nothing at all.

    Since it was just him who wanted to rest his soul, he drew on the traditional courtyard architectural model, closed the exterior and opened to the inner courtyard to create the peach blossom garden in his heart, cutting the teahouse out of the daily city, making it independent from the city and wandering outside the soul.  .

    There is an architect in Austria, roland.rainer, who once expressed his praise for Chinese architecture:

    ¡°In three to four thousand years, hundreds of millions of people have been living a cultivated life in a relatively small area. Their world is built not with machines but with gardens.

    Luo Xin seems to be planning to learn from it. Her copywriting is about cultivation and gardening.

    Copywriting:

    Tea,

      Geranium leaves, buds.

    ??I admire poets and love monks¡¯ families.

    Crossing white jade, Luo Zhihong.

    The yellow pistils are fried in a saucepan, and the koji flowers are turned into a bowl.

    After the night, I invite you to accompany the bright moon, and before the morning, I ask you to face the morning glow.

    Washing the ancient and modern people tirelessly, it would be exaggerated after being drunk¡ª¡ª

    Yuan Zhen

    "Here, you made a pagoda poem?"

    Although Alice was quite critical of Boss Lu, she was even more gossipy about what kind of copywriting Luo Xin seemed to use to treat Party A who paid money but had bad moral character.

    "The pagoda suppresses the river demon."

    Alice couldn¡¯t laugh anymore, and the little girl began to show off her ability to curse people without using curse words. Doesn¡¯t this mean that she is going to use this pagoda poem to suppress Boss Lu?  Fortunately she could think of it.

    "You are so true!"

    "Please, can you get someone more reliable next time you take an order?"

    "It's not me who picked it up, it was the White Bone Demon who picked it up!"

    ¡°Sister, I am a businessman, and Boss Lu¡¯s bid for this order is double our design fee!¡±

    After listening to their conversation, the White Bone Demon also came over on high heels.

    "I know, Boss Lu said it when I went with Brother Ali today."

    "Said? What did he say?"

    "He said the design fee was doubled! Didn't he sell the real estate business? He is still so rich?"

    "It cost a lot of money! What he sold was land! Not carrots and cabbage. Our hundreds of thousands are at best pocket money for him."

    Luo Xin seems to have underestimated Boss Lu. Even though he is not the boss of a real estate company, he is still very wealthy.

    "He didn't know that the hundreds of thousands he gave us was double. This time, it's four times! It's up to you to decide whether you want to design it or not!"

    The Bone Demon turned around and left. Luo Xin's eyes widened, joking, so much money for one order!  Work hard!  Upon hearing this, Mr. Ali became more energetic and came over on his chair and holding his computer.

    "It's enough to scratch the floor by scratching the chair, but you also add a computer! Sooner or later, the company floor will be scratched by you!"

    "Can you have some sympathy for the sad people?"

    "No! If you don't work hard, get out!"

    The white-bone demon turned around and left. Mr. Ali slapped his nose desperately. Who was this perfume smell trying to kill?

    "Don't you think she wears too much perfume?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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