"It's not that I don't have a house." Su Su stretched out his hand and took out the key to throw it to Gao Leng again, but he looked into the house with some nostalgia.

"It's not for you." Gao Leng chuckles and said with self-deprecating: "Does the dignified Huantai Group's Su Club need me to give a house?"

Hearing what Gao Leng said, Su Su didn't resist that much anymore, her gaze fell on the house again, the expression on her face was extremely subtle.

Some emotions seem to be suppressed.

"Then why did you give me the key?" Su Su said in his mouth, his tone also showing hard and complaining, but the hand that passed the key was retracted.

"I'm going to Paris recently. Some paintings will be delivered in a few days. Their clumsy people don't know how to paint. I'm afraid they will destroy the paintings you bought for me, and they don't know which ones to hang. , So I have to ask you to help."

"Oh..." Hearing what Gao Leng said, Su Su put the key in his pocket, tightened his woolen coat, and walked quickly into the house. It was snowy, cold and thin.

It was already deep winter at this time, catching up with the biggest snow in the empire, white snow, but fortunately the butler asked someone to clear the snow out a way.

Unlike other people who clean up the snow as soon as it snows, so that they can walk, the snow in the high-cold courtyard has only been cleared out by one road, and no other places have been cleared.

"Mr. Gao, this snow has to be cleaned up, otherwise it will be dirty when it melts." The housekeeper said that since yesterday when it snowed.

"No, that's it." Gao Leng did not explain.

Now, the housekeeper has quietly retreated to the front yard, and directs some workers to do trivial work.

"It's great..." Su Su smiled and looked at the snow in the yard. Although it was inconvenient to walk, it was so beautiful with the red wall tiles.

"If it were me, if it snows in winter, I won't sweep the snow off. How beautiful is it? So this one has to be empty, otherwise there will be no white snow when it snows." Su Su said this in the autumn. At that time, she was holding a notebook and recording the drawing and looked at the design drawings.

Just such a mutter, Gao Leng remembered it in his heart.

"The snow on my side has been cleaned up, and a friend will come over in a while, fearing that her shoes will be dirty." Su Su knelt down, poked a hole in the snow with his hand, pursed his mouth and smiled.

"Look, I left a blank area specifically for stepping on snow."

Gao Leng pointed his finger at the left side of the yard, and saw that the right side of the yard was vines, and the vines were under stone tables and stools. From an aesthetic point of view, a large stone jar should be placed on the left or something else. Green plants look good.

But Gao Leng didn't do any treatment, and left a vacant lot. Now it is empty, with only white snow.

"If it were me, I would set aside a piece of snow in the courtyard, and then I would get up when I wanted to get up when I wanted to. No matter how late I slept, no one would guess the snow. I could guess. I like to step on the snow." Su Su in autumn said so.

But such an expensive courtyard, leaving a vacant place to do nothing, not to mention the unsightly, just to step on the snow in the few days when it snows.

Naturally, Su Su's courtyard house would not be designed this way.

And Gao Cooling designed it this way, and this design also made the designer's brains awkward, for fear that others would lose his craft after seeing it. What is this? The left and right sides are not in harmony.

For the sake of beauty, the designer racked his brains and planted some rough and short green plants around the empty yard on the left, but they have not grown up yet, and the promenade on the left has been changed into a viewing platform.

In this way, it appears noble.

In the courtyard house with an inch of land and gold, there is still an area left in Mr. Gao's house to enjoy the snow.

Gao Leng pointed: "Don't you like to step on snow? It is rare for the imperial capital to snow, step on it."

Leaving such an area, the Emperor seldom snows heavily these days, it is indeed a luxury.

"I'm not a kid anymore." Su Su stood up, raised his head slightly, and took a stubborn nose: "The kid steps on the snow, it's childish."

With that, she stood up and lifted her head into it.

"General Manager Gao." From a distance, the butler beckoned.

Gao Leng raised his wrist to check the time and had to set off. Since buying the yoko magazine, Gao Leng hasn't taken much care of it. In addition, it takes time for the handover after buying it. A few months have passed.

In this magazine, the money is not profitable, and it is basically in a state of loss. However, this magazine has given its artists, including its own TV series, films and televisions, a considerable promotional effect. After all, it is an old fashion magazine in Paris, Noto There are not many imperial artists who have published this kind of fashion magazine. Other artists are also resources given by the company. In the past few months, several waves of artists promoted by the company have appeared on this media.

There are many types of media in Shanghai and abroad.

The first is the most common. Buy a page and post a report when you watch the show. This kind of media that divides the size of the media into smaller media is useless, at least it needs to be an old brand, such as yoko, a 40-odd year old magazine, if it is published, it is easier to attract domestic viewers.

This kind of report made Diba and the twins stand out among the many florets when they watched the show season in the fall. They are not comparable to the old-fashioned first-line interviews. They are a grade higher than the florets of the same level: you are interviewing by domestic media, I Interviewed by a Parisian fashion magazine. And it was very skillful, giving a large-page report and giving the cover to another international superstar.

Appearing in a magazine with international superstars, Diba gave outsiders the feeling that the grade is rising, especially the fashion sense.

The sense of fashion is really not a feast for foreigners. Fan Bingbing started a show battle. Although he used the traditional craftsmanship of the empires, it was only after attracting foreign media that everyone recognized this sense of fashion. In these days, Feng Shui is like this, you have to adapt.

The second is more obscure. Artists will have magazine photos from time to time. It is not surprising if it is a domestic magazine photo, but once it is a magazine photo from a foreign media, even the same photo will give people a different feeling. .

Many artists rely on magazine photos to make a fortune.

The third is the usual one. Whenever Star Group has a new film, yoko magazine will travel to the ocean to interview. With the blessing of foreign media, the publicity is much better.

All, although yoko magazine itself does not make money, the added value it can bring to Starlight Group is very high. According to Su Su, if you are a media player, you should buy one for foreign media.

But foreign media that don't make money can't reach the high-definition goal.

During this period of time, I’m busy with things about the house, the house I like, Gao Leng has spent a lot of hard work, not to mention the yoko magazine, many projects are not paid attention to, from time to time I call Su Su for consultation, let alone Su Gao Leng also felt that the house he wanted was quite good.

He doesn't really have any aesthetic sense. The house is comfortable. Su Su's aesthetic is much higher than Gao Leng's. Some of her ideas on how to design, Gao Leng also likes, so as far as possible to decorate according to her ideas.

After finishing the house, I have to work on the yoko magazine.

The first thing to solve is the unprofitable issue. This is the only unprofitable project that Gao Leng has on hand, and the media is overseas. Gao Leng is very strange to Europe, although I have read a lot of European media materials during this period. Seeing is believing. Besides, the ups and downs of business wars depend on experience, and there is no experience in overseas battles.

Secondly, only one foreign media is too weak. In terms of movie promotion, more foreign media are needed. It would be great if you can still buy this old brand of foreign media. If you solve the problem of unprofitability, you can buy a few more. Foreign media, this is a high-cold idea.

It’s just whether all of this can be achieved. What is the difference between the overseas media market and the domestic market? There are so many countries in Europe, different laws, and different environments. This kind of big booth can only be visited by Mr. Gao himself. No CEO can have absolute courage. Get it done.

"I have to go first, and then take a plane to Paris." Gao Leng said.

"Oh, look inside, there seems to be a few paintings missing." Su Su pointed to the innermost courtyard.

"Trouble you, good neighbor." Gao Leng stretched out his hand towards Su Su: "You can use this room as you like. You can hold the key, and the butler will help me take care of it. I will trouble you."

"Who wants to live in your broken house?" Su Su rolled his eyes: "Your own housekeeper takes care of it by yourself. I will help you see where the paintings are hanging and how they are."

Gao Leng didn't speak any more, just smiled slightly and turned to leave.

When he left, he glanced at Zhao Zhiqi. Old man Zhao has been following Gao Leng for two or three years. Now he has already walked out of the sadness of losing his independence. He looks like a housekeeper. He glanced at those with cold eyes. People like dogs, those people also quickly followed Zhao Zhiqi and left, no longer going in to disturb.

"If President Su wants to come, let her come at any time, remember, if she comes, the second hospital can't enter, and we won't treat guests." Gao Leng confessed.

"Yes." Zhao Zhiqi wore an old-fashioned coat. It was strange to wear this dress in other places, but it was very suitable and demeanor in the mansion, he bent slightly.

"By the way, prepare some **** tea, and Su Su will drink it later." Gao Leng emphasized.

"Yes."

Give the house to Zhao Zhiqi. Don't worry, it's just that the housekeeper Zhao has been very busy recently. Not only has to come here to the new house, but Xiaodan also has to prepare meals, so now he has recruited seven or eight people for his management.

"A smooth journey." From a distance, Zhao Zhiqi was still standing at the door, beckoning his hands with a look of love. To outsiders, Zhao Zhiqi is now the butler next to Mr. Gao and a very personal person. Some project leaders often flatter him, and some people give him gifts for accommodation.

But for Zhao Zhiqi, Gao Leng's significance to him is too far-reaching. In addition to making him and his wife's old age glorious, the most important thing is to let him come out of the misery of losing his independence.

For such an old couple, money is not a big deal, the important thing is to be with Gao Leng. Therefore, he has never taken a cent from others, and he thought of Gao Leng as his own child, and his friends as his own child.

"Be busy here," Zhao Zhiqi confessed. He walked over with ease and closed the door of the Second Court, leaving President Su alone quietly inside.

"Prepare some food." He began to get busy. Although President Su might not eat here, he should be prepared. If she gets hungry, wouldn't she be hungry for guests? In Gaofu, with Zhao Zhiqi, such ridiculous things must never happen.

Su Su saw that everyone was gone and the door closed, with a mischievous look on his face.

She took off her shoes and clothes, yelling and ran into the snow, it was called a chaotic arch...

Twenty minutes later, the door of the second courtyard opened, and Su Su's nose was red with cold, and he walked out proudly wearing clothes. The whole courtyard looked at her.

"The snow inside is swept clean." She said simply.

"Yes." The group responded in unison.

Zhao Zhiqi walked to Su Su, bent over and said, "I have some **** tea and snacks for you, please."

"I'm not cold, and I haven't played in the snow, so what **** tea do I need to drink? No, but I'm hungry. Thank you, I will eat some with some **** tea."

Zhao Zhiqi glanced at the second courtyard, dumbfounded, and saw that the snow in it was as if it had been planed by a wild boar...

No wonder Mr. Gao wants me to prepare some **** tea... Zhao Zhiqi thought.