In the evening, Fu Qingjun dissolved the gathering and went back upstairs.
"Business and system are also on the right track... This thing is bound to take off." Fu Qingjun sat in the chair, his hair naturally loosened, lightly setting the hair crown on the table, and his long hair fell back over his shoulders,
Whoosh!!
Taking off his elevator shoes, his whole body shrank down like a giant inflatable balloon, deflating.
From a tall, mighty youth of one point nine meters, he shrunk significantly, turning into a teenager.
"The rest can be left to those managers to handle slowly, I just need to provide the production line, and check the shop daily." He planned to become a hands-off boss.
After all, for the gang's development, making plans is enough, but the main goal is still researching his hair, as this is his fundamental strength.
All methods are auxiliary for becoming stronger, and he knew this, avoiding actions that misplaced priorities.
