Skynet Architect

It was all in the hands of Zhao Yan. For the entire bidding project and final judgment, Sifan did not make any judgment. He believes that Zhao Yi is even dispensable with this project.

At this stage. When the building of the sewage treatment plant was unlocked, Sifan was able to determine it. He will be the richest in the world. None of them, this is the most basic.

Now he can finally do what he wants to do.

"Zhao Ye, you have to handle the strategy and planning of the company yourself. What I need to look at is the company's performance. Now the whole project starts at 80 billion yuan, and the projects with a profit of at least 75 billion are all from environmental governance companies. You will give me a lifelong expansion. Difficult to dig talent. As long as the results, I want to be efficient. "Si Fan said on the phone.

Zhao Yan was still resting at Todaiji Temple, and she was also preparing for the bid to bid for pollution purification projects in the entire Fukushima area. Few companies have this capability, and it can be said that no one can solve it at all. But Skynet is exactly the company that can completely solve the problem.

Si Fan already had a solution in mind.

The stupid aspect wants to solve it quickly. So much nuclear contaminated waste water consumes a large amount of money every year, and it also affects the safety of the entire region. Land prices throughout the region have fallen to an intolerable level, agriculture has completely collapsed, and the door to foreign sales has even been permanently closed.

If they can pay a part of the price to relieve the threat in this area, they are still willing to do it.

Of course, this is unavoidable, not just for the state, but also for the nuclear power plant itself.

Zhao Yan went to drain the residual value of the power plant.

The phone call with Si Fan was soon finished, and it was all about work. The two of them didn't talk about other things, but they were already defaulted. Sometimes there are many things that need to understand and support each other. .

Zhao Ye who is resting has already begun to enter the battlefield. Today is his last day's rest. Si Fan in the hotel didn't have much time to rest. He didn't have a rest in the presidential suite. Si Fan received a call from the hotel reception.

At this time, he was in the room, turned on his mobile phone and played King Pesticide, and occasionally could watch game videos and watch other people's live broadcasts, but Si Fan usually did not have much habit of rewarding the anchor, and at most only a few dollars to cheer Cheering, at the level of the website belongs to the kind that can not be seen by the anchors who usually enter the room.

He was yawning while watching a live broadcast for dinner! Seeing the appalling appetite, he was eating everything now. But each meal can only eat a little bit, always sighing.

While he was sighing and saliva was secreting quickly, the phone beside the bed suddenly rang.

Si Fan lazily stretched out his right hand and slowly picked up the phone and placed it next to his ear.

"Hello! Who is it, what's the matter?" He asked.

The front desk opposite said, "Hello, I'm the hotel front desk. There is a master at the front desk looking for you. His name is Hui Jing. Will you answer his call?"

With a question, Si Fan considered it for a few seconds, and finally sighed and said, "Oh! Alright. You just let him come over directly. It's so stupid that I don't even have a few minutes off for a vacation."

The words fell, and the old monk Hui Jing was faintly saying the words of Amitabha.

I guess it's also very anxious. Si Fan just hung up the phone and watched a bunch of Martian names in the live video. After just two minutes of sucking two bowls of Yangchun noodles, she looked at her belly with no fat. Feeling admiration and suspecting that her stomach was leading to outer space, the old man's voice was already sounding at the door.

"Sfan Fan, old man, I came to you to fulfill the promise. We have prepared all the things at the Todaiji Temple, and we are waiting for you to complete the construction of the Todaiji Temple in China. The old monk Jing Jing said at the door, not afraid of being heard by any paparazzi.

Si Fan knows that this old product is meant to be heard to himself. If he built the temple in good faith, it is okay. If Si Fan does not confess his account and denies it, then his reputation will be bad, and he will be even Buddhists can't wait to be demolished.

The power of these guys, Si Fan never wanted to try.

"Alright. Alright. I'm here. You always want me to change clothes? You can't always see you in pajamas?" Si Fan said.

Who knows the old monk grinning: "The donor is in your face, the so-called color is not different, empty is not different, and color is empty and empty, and there is no concern about coming to the world ~ www.readwn.com ~ and there is no trace of cover, everyone It ’s all the same. Pajamas are also clothes. They can cover the body and keep people warm. In the opinion of the poor monk, it is the same as any other clothes. There is no need to go into detailed classification. "

If the old monk's words full of Zen machine were heard by Buddhists, there would be another understanding, but in Si Fan's ears, it would automatically translate into: "Hurry up to open the door. I do n’t have time for your ink. What clothes do you wear? I look the same. "

He finally sighed: "This old monk really said that everything made sense to him, one by one, one by one, he wasn't prepared to let him in."

Said Si Fan opened the door and invited the old monk in.

Of course, Hui Jing would not be alone alone. He was followed by two young monks. They did not carry other weapons, but just looking at their limbs was probably the strongest weapon.

But Si Fan didn't care, who made the Terminator stand by in the room!

"Let them wait in our mouths. Come with me and have a good chat. I have delicious food here. And a bottle of red wine from a friend." Si Fan said subconsciously.

When he finished talking about red wine, he immediately regretted it, but he still explained: "I drink the red wine and you watch it, you can eat it. Potato chips and dried fruits should not delay your practice."

The old man with a kind smile, waved his hand slightly, motioned for the little monk he brought to wait, and then he slowly walked into the room, watching how strange and strange the eyes of Si Fan were.

It was as if I really saw a demon.

He didn't come in for a long time, and closed the door and said, "To be honest, I really want to know if you are the demon written in the book, and by what means did the entire Todaiji Temple be almost destroyed overnight."