Jiang Handong said: "I heard from Lin Yan that you are the genius screenwriter Song Qianqian?"

Song Qianti understood what cooperation he was talking about.

She nodded: "That's right."

Jiang Handongdao: "From the future, all the scripts you write will be sold to Light and Shadow Media. I guarantee that the royalties will be twice as high as yours now."

Although Song Qianti is not a top rich man, she has never short of money, so Jiang Handong promised that the royalties were twice as high as before, and she was not moved.

“I’m thinking about it.”

She is used to being casual and only writes the script when she wants to write it.

All her thoughts are about costume design, and the screenwriter is just a side job when he is bored.

Jiang Handong glared: "Is there still something to consider?"

She actually has to consider a great good thing!

Did she have so little before that it would be unattractive to her that he doubled it more?

It shouldn't be.

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After having a midnight snack, they went home.

It was already past twelve o'clock when Song Qianti and Wen Linyan arrived home. She was so sleepy that she was so sleepy, but the smell left on her skewers smelled a bit bad, so she insisted on taking a shower.

She came out of the bathroom and Wen Linyan had already washed in the guest room.

While she took off her hair, she said, "When eating, Jiang Hao looked at your eyes and seemed to have thoughts about you."

Wen Linyan didn't pay attention. He pulled the ends of his hair that was wet with water: "You always have to give her some time."

Song Qianti suddenly became curious: "How did you meet?"

Wen Linyan glanced at her: "Aren't you sleepy?"

She spread her hair and sat down on the dressing stool to apply night cream: "I'm not sleepy now."

Wen Linyan walked over and lifted the quilt: "I'm sleepy."

Song Qianti looked at him from the dressing mirror: "You don't want to say it, don't you dare to tell me?"

"You're thinking too much." Wen Linyan lay down lazily and rubbed his eyebrows, "I met through Jiang Handong."

She asked again: "How long have you known each other?"

Wen Linyan replied: "It's been about ten years."

ten years……

Song Qianti suddenly realized that she was looking for abuse.

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On Monday morning, Song Qianti went to the company for a meeting and was walking to the office when she heard someone greeting her.

"Hello, Mr. Song."

She was looking down at the news, raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, and then was stunned.

"Miss Qin, why are you here?"

She looked at Qin Huiyue's white shirt and hip-covered skirt. This was obviously a professional outfit.

Qin Huiyue held a document in her hand and said with a smile: "I will be your employee in the future, please take care of me."

Song Qianti was even more surprised. She became a member of Qian Niya?

With a look of astonishment, she curled her lips slightly: "Ms. Song, you are a daughter-in-law. If you want to work, why don't you join your own company?"

Qin Huiyue confessed: "My goal is to become an excellent designer like you. You know, Yuxin Group is not a clothing company."

Song Qianti said: "Even if you don't want to join your own company, with your ability, you can choose a big company. Why did you come to Qian Niya?"

It’s not that Qian Niya is bad, but that Qian Niya is just a small company.

After all, she is also the top ten in the international fashion design competition and has better development and choices.

Qin Huiyue said: "Because of you."

She looked confused: "Me?"

Qin Huiyue nodded: "You are my goal, so I want to work with you."

Song Qianti was a little surprised.

She has met a big fan.

"You are busy first, I will have a meeting later, so I need to prepare some."

"Okay." Qin Huiyue responded and walked away.

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In the spacious and bright office, Song Qianti was lazy in a black leather chair and signed several important documents.

Thinking of Qin Huiyue, she asked: "Is the design department recruiting people again?"

Zhong Qiuyao nodded and took the document she signed and said: "As soon as the recruitment information was released, someone submitted a resume. One of them was very good in all aspects. You may know her. She is the eighth place in this international fashion design competition, and her name is..."

Song Qianti leisurely turned the leather chair: "Qin Huiyue."

Zhong Qiuyao smiled and said, "You really know each other."

Song Qianti looked at the ceiling: "She is the daughter of Yuxin Group."

Zhong Qiuyao was slightly surprised: "Are all the young ladies nowadays short of money?"

Song Qianti shook her head gently: "For the ideal."

Upon hearing her words, Zhong Qiuyao looked stunned.

Qin Huiyue, who was interviewed by herself yesterday, was surprised after reading her resume.

Qin Huiyue has rich work experience and has been ranked among the top ten in the international fashion design competition.

If you go to such a person, someone will rush to ask for any company.

She had never figured out why she came to Qian Niya.

Moreover, after the interview, Qin Huiyue said sincerely that she hoped they could hire her.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why Qin Huiyue wanted to come to Qian Niya.

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The red Porsche stopped by the beach, pushed the door open with her white hands, and then a snow-white long legs stretched out from the car, and the champagne-colored high heels landed on the ground, and the people came out of the car.

Song Qianti took off her sunglasses and looked at the private yacht parked on the shore, with her red lips slightly raised.

Seeing Qin Huiyue standing at the bow of the boat, she waved to her, put her sunglasses back into the car and walked towards her with her handbag.

After getting on the boat, she bent her lips and looked at Qin Huiyue: "It shouldn't be too late for me to come?"

Qin Huiyue said: "It's not too late."

There was a dance party on the yacht, both men and women, and everyone was wearing a mask.

Song Qianti took the fox mask handed to her by Qin Huiyue, fiddled with the fox fur on it, and then raised her hand to put it on.

"The person you asked me to invite has arrived, that's the one." Qin Huiyue rushed to the crowd, a girl wearing a short white dress and a golden mask raised her chin.

Song Qianti looked in the direction she signaled and narrowed her eyes: "Was she here alone?"

Qin Huiyue nodded: "Yes."

At the dance party, it is naturally all young men and women.

Everyone held wine glasses, and a few people gathered together to talk and chat, but no one noticed them.

Song Qianti and Qin Huiyue each held a glass of wine and leaned against the railing of the yacht.

The blue sky, white clouds, and deep sea weave a beautiful picture.

While the two were drinking and chatting happily, there was a quarrel on the deck.

Song Qianti and Qin Huiyue turned their heads and saw Ruan Yousi wearing a mask quarreling with a girl.

Song Qianti leaned on the railing, looking at the two people quarreling over there with leisurely expressions, and took a sip of red wine from time to time.

As the host of the dance, Qin Huiyue had no intention of going forward to adjust, and looked lively with Song Qianti.

Ruan Yousi and the girl became more and more arguing. If they weren't wearing a mask, they would have seen their necks flushed.
Chapter completed!