My Genius Son And His Billionaire Daddy

On Friday, Su Meng handed bill the results of the 5000 questionnaires she had collected in the past two days.

Five thousand questionnaires are not many, but it's very difficult to collect five thousand valid questionnaires in three days.

Fortunately, she has a gifted son.

She asked xiaokaikai to do big data analysis and sent questionnaires to customers who had consumed in VG.

We sent out 100000 questionnaires and got 5000 of them.

The final survey results show that many fresh graduates are puzzled by the difficulty of buying clothes. If there are clothes with moderate price but lively style and business style, 90% of young people would like to buy them.

After reading the survey data, Bill privately told Su Meng, "in fact, the top management of the company has also considered changing its style in recent years, but there is a lot of resistance. The proportion of sales in China's market to the total sales is getting higher and higher. Your survey data may have an unexpected effect. "

Su Meng was so surprised.

If she can lead the company's clothing style change, the promotion road will be much smoother in the future. It is estimated that the year-end bonus will be enough for her down payment.

Thinking of the mysterious gift from her son tomorrow, every cell in Su Meng's whole body showed two words of happiness on Friday.

Lin Xiyu watched Su Meng float up and down in the company like a butterfly, biting her teeth tightly.

Kobayashi had just been deducted his year-end bonus a few days ago. Now he doesn't dare to jump around. He just stands in the corner and looks at Su Meng secretly. His sight looks like poison.

But Su Meng's good mood only lasted until the door rang on Saturday morning.

When the doorbell rings, Su Meng and Xiao Kaikai are in the laundry room to pick out the clothes to wear today.

In the past, little Kaikai never cared about what to wear when going out, but today he is particularly stubborn in asking Su Meng and him to wear mother child clothes.

Su Meng likes to wear mother's and son's clothes with little Kaikai. She bought a lot of mother's and son's clothes at home.

Today, little Kaikai picked out all the mother's and son's clothes in the cloakroom, and compared them one by one. He must pick out the best one.

Su Meng is sweating with heat. She looks at little Kaikai squatting on the ground and frowning.

Xiaokai was very happy about the mysterious gift last night, but he got up this morning and began to stink.

"Honey, let's pick any one. It's just a gift. "

Kai shook his head stubbornly. "No, you have to have the best."

When he got married through Baidu search this morning, he found that he was his mother's oil bottle. Divorced women's new boyfriends generally don't like their girlfriends' oil bottles, and they usually have cold violence to them after marriage.

As long as he thought that his mother might not want him, he didn't want to send out today's gift.

But he can bear the thought that today's gift will not be cured for a long time and will soon die. If it is just a year or two, he can bear it.

Finally, reason convinced him, but he must wear mother child clothes, must let the gift know, he is absolutely can't separate him and his mother.

Hearing the doorbell, Su Meng gets up to open the door. Seeing through cat's eye that the person at the door is Zhao Zhijun, she opens the door with an ugly face, but only opens a crack in the door, and doesn't give people a chance to come in.

"Zhao Zhijun, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Zhijun raised all kinds of toys in his hand and laughed brightly, "I'll give Xiao Kai toys. I bought a lot of limited edition toys. Mengmeng, don't stand in the way of the door. Let me go in and have a look at little Kaikai. "

Su Meng said to him, "go away, and take things with you. I don't want anything from you. Don't talk. Just shut up. It's Kay. It's my son. It's nothing to do with you. "

Zhao Zhijun didn't recognize Su Meng's unpopularity. He said with a smile, "Meng Meng, you look at the people coming and going in the corridor. You let me in. Can we talk slowly?"

Just at this time, someone came out of the room and saw a man clutching at Su Meng's door. He looked this way for several times.

Su Meng pondered for a moment, opened the door, "you come in."

Zhao Zhijun happily carried the gift into the living room.