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"Hey, Shen Qing, if I get confused in the future, don't follow me into confusion!" Jiang Yizhou suddenly blurted out.
Shen Qing was taken aback at first, thinking he might be having a relapse of some bad habit. However, after a moment's thought, she realized he seemed unusually calm, not in a state to feel that way.
Could he really be serious with her?
She had her own countermeasures; she took out a resignation letter from the inner pocket of her suit and waved it in front of him, though it didn't have a date written on it.
She nodded at Jiang Yizhou and confidently replied, "Don't worry, if you get confused and can't pull yourself back together, I'll just fill in the date and throw it in your face before walking away. If you manage to pull yourself together, you can handle your own affairs!"
Indeed, she was a decisive girl from the capital. Jiang Yizhou felt slightly embarrassed; if he had met someone so clear-cut about personal and professional matters from the start, how much better it would have been! But life has no medicine for regret; all he could do was secretly watch over his past self and provide some help from the shadows.
Ultimately, despite having a complete set of principles and self-requirements, he could only make profound and determined efforts when he was moving towards clear goals and reflecting on correcting his mistakes.
Weak willpower was the root of his life's tragedy, just as a certain great person discussed the duality and weakness of the bourgeoisie.
A weak person, even if they wanted to do bad things, would only end up doing bad things, no matter how evil their goals or ambitions were.
"You really are heartless!" Jiang Yizhou said with a bitter smile as he pulled up the blanket that had slipped off when he sat up. He thought of a saying: this world is cold and ruthless; only this... cough cough...
Expressionless, Shen Qing helped Jiang Yizhou tuck in the blanket and put on her coat. She glanced at her watch, raised an eyebrow, and said in an official tone, "Not much time left. I have to go out for lunch with my partner; I can't stay here chatting with you. The information on life assistants is already on your desk; you can choose one. You won't need to trouble me anymore! Goodbye, bss!"
"Pfft~" Jiang Yizhou was somewhat shocked; naturally, he couldn't spray hot water on the blanket. Instead, it splashed onto Shen Qing's slightly awkward expression. "You already have a partner? I'm sorry, I'm sorry! How come I never heard about this?"
Assistant Shen took a deep breath to maintain her composure. She picked up a tissue from the bedside table and slowly wiped herself down while suppressing the urge to hit him.
"What's wrong? Did you choose an assistant or a consort? No wonder I heard Sister Ru Shi was selected by you during the interview without anything happening; it turns out it wasn't that there was no interview!"
Listening to her sarcastic tone, Jiang Yiji replied, "How could that be? Am I that kind of person? Of course, I would choose someone more attractive during the interview. How can that be called choosing a consort? Anyone would want someone pleasing to the eye around them. As for what happened later, that was an accident, an accident!"
Suppressing doubts about her Boss's character, Shen Qing took out her makeup kit to touch up her appearance while explaining, "We've known each other for a long time; we were classmates in college and got together back then. Later, I went abroad for further studies while she stayed in the country."
They really are a good match! Jiang Yizhou, who was unaware of the details, decided to keep his last bit of concern to himself. He understood the principle of not ruining a relationship over trivial matters.
"Is there anything else you need me to do? Hurry up; today is Saturday, not a workday. If it weren't for the fact that you're a patient, even if you offered me overtime pay, I wouldn't come," Shen Qing said as she finished getting ready and leaned against the doorframe.
"Nothing else; you can leave without worrying about interrupting your date with your boyfriend!" Jiang Yizhou felt too cold to think about anything else and just wanted to curl up in bed and enjoy the day.
Hearing Jiang Yizhou's words, she seemed to want to correct something but gave up instead. She closed three doors: the bedroom door, the room door, and the courtyard door. She drove the company car assigned to her smoothly toward the agreed location.
"Qing, over here!" A gentle woman with waist-length hair wearing a white knitted coat and scarf stood up from her seat as Shen Qing entered after parking.
"Zhenzhen!" Seeing the woman, Shen Qing quickly walked over. After going through the ups and downs of going abroad and returning multiple times, she finally settled down and cherished the time spent with Bai Zhen.
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"You mean there's a big investor who believes in me and my movie, so they invested in you guys and got you to sign me on? Is that what you're saying?" Feng Xiaogang looked at the two investors in front of him. "Why do I feel like this is so unreliable?"
So far, this company had only invested in one sitcom; their investment history in films was still zero. Although they were looking for suitable film projects to invest in, to Director Feng, it truly felt no different from being deceived!
Wang Zhongjun smiled awkwardly, "Director Feng, there's no need to jump to conclusions so early. Although this logic is somewhat absurd, I can show you the letter of intent we signed with that gentleman. Jiang Yizhou, you know who he is, right?"
There is a billionaire, and in some time, he might still be a hundred-billionaire. Why not take advantage of this? With this banner raised, gentlemen, I have plenty of money; there's a big tycoon backing me!
"Jiang Yizhou?" Although he is a filmmaker, he has some understanding of these famous wealthy individuals. After all, film is both an art and a commercial product that requires money; it must be treated well, or else it would be difficult to attract investment for the films one wants to make.
While writing on a given topic is fine, it ultimately isn't one's own work.
Suddenly, Feng Xiaogang recalled something he had seen in a Chinese newspaper in the United States about a wealth myth. "President Wang, you don't mean the one with a net worth of five hundred million dollars..."
This was indeed a pleasant surprise. If this gentleman took an interest in his film and showed even a little support, there would be no shortage of funds. For directors, the biggest fear is not being able to attract investment.
"Yes, Old Feng, you are absolutely right. It's this gentleman. He specifically designated you and can guarantee you the full investment for one film each year!" After all, there's no harm in boasting; Director Feng's last film Party A and Party B performed quite well. Wang Zhongjun had no hesitation in bragging.
This was also due to the agreement; without signing Director Feng, the funds couldn't be fully received. The restructured Huayi Brothers Media Corporation was eagerly waiting for the money to come in!
However, Director Feng did not let excitement cloud his judgment and asked the crucial question, "Can I meet Mr. Jiang?"
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