376 Song Shijing

"Mini trot, okay, it's a deal."

Yu Chunchun was very happy, but then she said bitterly, "Brother, can you buy it for me when I'm 16? It's still far away from 18 years old.

When I think of my age, Yuchun is a little depressed.

Zhang Yuan shook his head, and Ye Xianglu said, "You are less than 18 years old. Giving you a carriage is harmful to you. Your sister can't agree. Grow up quickly. When you grow up, you will have everything, hehe."

Yu Chunchun pounded garlic behind him, constantly humming, like a rolling puppy. His cute appearance made Zhang Yuan and Ye Xianglu laugh all the time, and his mood was particularly bright.

Zhang Yuan's mobile phone rang and answered a strange phone call. It was a call from Yun Xiaomi's friend. He asked Zhang Yuan to meet him. The address of the meeting was actually the same as the place where Ye Xianglu Yuchun went to shoot advertisements. It was really a coincidence.

Zhang Yuan put down the phone and remembered that Yun Xiaomi said that her friend seemed to have opened an entertainment company. Wouldn't Yexianglu Yuchun's shooting have anything to do with her? Think about it, it's really possible.

Soon there, Zhang Yuan parked his car under the media building near the East Second Ring Road and looked up at this silvery high-rise building. The first feeling was extraordinary.

Ye Xianglu and Yu Chunchun were going to the 18th floor of the building, and Zhang Yuan was going to the 28th floor. He sent them to the place first and found that they were very formal. The staff were very busy, unlike the messy place, so he told them to go to the 28th floor.

Zhang Yuan guessed right. The 28th and 18th floors are all the brands of Song Media Group. In fact, he has now realized that this building may be the industry of Song Media Group, and it is normal to hang the brand of a group.

Zhang Yuan believes that Yun Xiaomi is right. Her friend is indeed very powerful. Whether it is rented or self-built, she can use a building as a headquarters. In a place with high land rent in the East Second Ring Road of Beijing, it is by no means a game that ordinary people can afford to play.

The beautiful female secretary was dressed in a capable and elegant professional dress. As soon as she saw Zhang Yuan coming, she asked and took Zhang Yuan into the president's office.

The female secretary presented fragrant tea. While drinking tea, Zhang Yuan looked at the shadowy woman on the other side of the glass partition, smelled the faint fragrance in the air, and guessed what the female president looked like, whether it was the beautiful woman mentioned by Yun Xiaomi.

The female secretary quietly left. When Zhang Yuancha drank half of the tea, the sound of high heels came. The rhythm was bright and orderly. As soon as she heard the footsteps, she knew that she was a capable and strong woman.

The bun is high, and the beauty is cold and gorgeous. As soon as a beautiful woman in a black professional suit and high heels of the same color appeared, Zhang Yuan felt dizzy.

Zhang Yuan's mind churned, and finally two words flashed: Queen.

Standing up, Zhang Yuan and the beautiful president stretched out their little hand and held it. They felt that it was not a hand, but a tender and smooth jelly, soft and boneless.

It is said that blessed girls have a pair of good hands, which should not only be good-looking, but also easy to touch. The girls or women around Zhang Yuan seem to be quite blessed.

If it is blessed to follow him, Zhang Yuan.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I'm Song Shijing, please sit down." Song Shijing's voice is very good, but there is a cold and inviolable temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away, and indeed has the potential of the queen.

Zhang Yuan did not say anything, but sat down with a smile. Song Shijing sat on the sofa opposite him, his slender legs in stockings leaned to one side, and his waist was straight. The waist uniform set off her small waist more and thinner, which was unbearable to hold, and then suddenly rose high, with a huge altitude gap, steep The terrain is heart-pumping and the bloodline is furious.

The queen's face, the devil's figure, Song Shijing is undoubtedly the best beauty. Although there are many beautiful women around Zhang Yuan and many people I know, I really can't find a woman comparable to her!

The beautiful female secretary seemed to know everything in the room and sent a cup of hot tea on time. Unlike Zhang Yuan's black tea, it was the kind of clear tea that looked extremely light.

Light as water, cold into ice, Song Shijing is like this cup of tea, with grace in the quietness.

The two took two sips of tea silently, and Song Shijing said bluntly, "Mr. Zhang, I came to you mainly to talk about the right to adapt your works, including the right to adapt comics, film and television adaptation rights and online games. At the same time, I also want to make an appointment for manuscripts. All kinds of themes are unlimited, preferably novels and novels."

Zhang Yuan nodded slightly: "I want to hear what kind of remuneration Mr. Song can give me. If appropriate, I can cooperate." Even a beautiful woman is not enough to make him forget his interests and position. He is not the kind of nymphomaniac who forgets everything when he sees a beautiful woman.

Song Shijing does not care about this young man. She has never experienced any big storms. A woman relies on wisdom and means, but in her early thirties, she tossed out such a big career as Song's Media Group. The difficulties in it can be imagined, which proves her extraordinary.

In the eyes of Song Shijing, there are only two kinds of men, one is valuable and the other is worthless. The measure of worthlessness depends on whether they can be used.

"The various adaptation rights of your work are three million, and the manuscripts will be calculated on time for the remuneration of the first-line writers." Song Shijing feels that such conditions are high enough. In fact, even a well-known author like Zhang Yuan may not last long, and its value is far less than those who are really on the front line.

Zhang Yuan took a sip of tea and stood up and said, "Sorry, I have something else to do. Let's go first." He turned around and left. By the time Song Shijing remembered to ask him to stay, he had already taken the elevator and left.

On the 18th floor, Zhang Yuan waited for an hour. Yu Chunchun and Ye Xianglu finished shooting the print advertisement, and the three left together.

"President, that man's girlfriend just finished shooting an advertisement in our company, but when he wanted to make an appointment next time, he refused. People have left." The female secretary carefully reported the information she had just received and looked at the president, afraid that she would suddenly have a convulsion and hit herself.

Song Shijing said coldly, "It's just a small writer, so rampant. I'll see how long he can last!" She looked coldly at the prepared agreement on the table and suddenly tore it up. The hysterical look was like a complete madman.

The female secretary quickly dodged to avoid the fire at the city gate and affecting the pond fish. She had been unlucky many times and had a long memory. Because she was in a hurry to hide, she forgot to tell the crazy president about Zhang Yuan driving a military luxury Mercedes-Benz, so that it could have been avoided. Something happened by mistake.

Zhang Yuan knew that he despised Song Shijing, but he didn't know that he still stared at the woman in his heart, but even if he knew that he would not care much, otherwise he would not have refused Song's media advertisement's invitation to shoot Yu Chunchun and Ye Xianglu again.

Zhang Yuan has always believed in his intuition. He feels that Song Shijing, a woman, is a little cold and cold, and her character is likely to be problematic. He doesn't want his woman to shoot advertisements in such a company.

Ye Xianglu and Yu Chunchun did not ask Zhang Yuan why he refused and did not let them continue to make money from advertising in Song's media. Naturally, he did so. As his woman, he naturally had to listen to his words, which is the cognition they have formed.

Zhang Yuan is not a very strong person, but he is a relatively persistent person and a person with high self-esteem. Ye Xianglu and Yu Chunchun have seen what he looked like when he was energetic, and now they still have lingering palpitations.

Nietzsche once said: When you go to see a woman, don't forget to bring roses and your whip.

A woman needs to be coaxed, painful, spoiled and loved, but she needs to grasp the scale, otherwise she may forget that she is a woman and mistakenly think she is the queen!

Zhang Yuanzheng has understood this truth for a long time, so he spoils his women and cherishes them, but when it comes to certain things, his words have absolute authority.

Without these two, you can't subdue your own woman, let alone enjoy the blessings of all people, it is a blessing of misfortune not to be cuckolded!

Zhang Yuan still felt the need to explain, so he said while driving, "There is a reason why I refuse them. I just saw the boss of that place, which made me feel very bad. It's too cloudy. It's not much better to work for such people. We are not short of money to spend. If you are really bored, you can find some part-time jobs at home or go out to play, but you can't risk even a little. There is no need to do that.

Zhang Yuan's words were very useful. Originally, the two women were still a little depressed. After listening to his explanation, they were completely relieved. In this case, they really should not work there, otherwise it would be bad to cause trouble for him.

Zhang Yuan originally wanted to take them to play, but the two girls suddenly became very curious about Zhang Yuan's work. Yang took them to see where he worked, so he had no choice but to sigh and went to the factory in the proud laughter of the two girls.

Zhang Yuan went to Xidian Iron Art first. The two girls felt amazing when they saw the production process of those iron art. It turned out that so many beautiful iron gates and stair railings were made of some dark steel. It's amazing.

There was a problem in the iron production process of Tian Fatty's house in Jinxiu Manor, because the factory director in charge of iron has just changed his job, and the rest are a little dizzy and don't know how to do it.

The owner of the iron factory took Zhang Yuan to look at the difficult iron handrail at the beginning and said, "Xiao Zhang, look, I don't know what to do now. Let alone your difficult work, but those jobs are all there. I don't know. What should I do? His father is a hammer, and the turtle son has made me suffer.