One hundred million is indeed a sensation. If it weren’t for the unwritten regulations in the industry and the low-key before signing the contract, Mingrui would not be afraid of the risk of being arrested for three consecutive days.

The contract has been reviewed by the Ministry of Legal Affairs and there is no problem at all. One hundred million will be transferred to the account one week after signing the contract, without any loopholes.

Recently, Jingwen’s new video platform was launched, and Wen Jing’an invested 3 billion yuan to create a super IP for the film and television department to hype the popularity and create momentum for Xinjingwen.

This 100 million is also for hype? Let's hype.

One hundred million can be reached in Chu Yao's hands, how can Wen Jing'an be fried?

She got the joy of money. When she divorced, she voluntarily gave up the division of her husband's property in order to get the Wen family and Chu family to end their cooperation as soon as possible. She still feels a little regretful when she thinks about it.

If she is asked to leave again, she will definitely peel Wen Jing'an a layer of skin.

The signing ceremony was scheduled at 10 a.m. on the 23rd. Wen Jing'an got up at 7 a.m. and chose half a suit in the cloakroom. Finally, he threw it all back and chose the simplest black shirt.

He looked at himself in the mirror expressionlessly, and his slender fingers with clear joints buckled the last one without a tie.

The tie is too formal and unnatural.

There is no need to be too grand to attend a small signing ceremony.

Wen Jingan chose the richardmillerm056 from the dial and wore it on his cold wrist. His wrist bones were sharp and his watch was full of mechanical feeling.

Wen Jingan looked at it carefully, and it seemed that he didn't fit the shirt very well. He took off his watch with one hand and changed into the Patek Philippe he often wore. Wen Jingan tied the belt.

The afterglow swept the mirror.

richardmille seems to be tougher.

Change back.

Secretary Shen waited for two hours, had breakfast for two rounds before Wen Jing'an went downstairs. Secretary Shen narrowed his eyes, would Wen Jing'an go to the catwalk?

"Mr. Wen."

His hair that he had just cut short was meticulous, and his deep double eyelids made his eyes look deep and deep, and his skin was fair and spotless. The black shirt outlined a wide shoulders and narrow waist, the hem of the shirt was put into the belt, and his long and straight legs were very eye-catching. He was solemn and cold, with a sense of momentum.

Wen Jing'an lifted his eyelids.

Secretary Shen immediately went to the bathroom and sprayed disinfectant spray on himself very consciously, saying, "Do you go now? There may be traffic jams on the road, so you need to be a little ahead of time."

"Small activities, no hurry."

Wen Jingan opened the door and walked out, got into the car.

"There are twenty minutes of interviews with the author today, which may be more boring."

Secretary Shen's neck was chilly, and his hair suddenly danced. He pulled up the car door and turned around. Wen Jing'an was sending a message. Secretary Shen touched his nose, "I arranged two more artists from the company to help."

"Are you arranged a hot search?"

"Have the protagonist arrived?"

"Teacher Chu hasn't yet."

Wen Jingan glanced at Secretary Shen, his voice was cold, "What's the hurry?"

Secretary Shen was about to take his eyes away, and suddenly turned his head to look over. Wen Jing'an changed to a new watch. Richardmillerm056-2, limited to the world, 12 million.

When did Mr. Wen take the exaggerated route?

Wen Jingan raised his hand to tidy up the collar of his shirt, which blinded Secretary Shen's eyes again. The low-key black shirt was not low-key at all. The cufflinks were replaced with canary diamonds, and black with gold.

Gorgeous and high-profile - still expensive.

"Wen's Group Headquarters has opened a new company in Africa. Do you want to change your place to work?" Wen Jing'an opened his thin lips lightly, and his mean words were like a cold arrow.

Secretary Chen withdrew his gaze and sat straight, "Mr. Wen, I don't want to change jobs. My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment."

Wen Jingan turned the watch on his wrist and raised his hand to press the middle of his eyebrows.

Want to change an assistant.

Arrived at the venue at 9:40, Secretary Chen handed over the mask and hat. Wen Jing'an touched the mask and stopped again, "No need."

Secretary Chen: "!!!"

What did he hear?

"Mr. Wen, there are many people participating in the event today, and there are many fans." Others wear masks because they are afraid of being recognized, while Wen Jing's wears masks because they are afraid of being contaminated by other people's breathing.

Wen Jingan swept his mask with cold black eyes, but still didn't answer, "No."

Walking towards the venue, Secretary Chen carried protective supplies and quickly followed Wen Jing'an. The signing ceremony was at the small venue on the second floor of Jingwen Building, where Jingwen's major contracts were signed, which shows how much Jingwen attaches importance to Chu Xin.

Xu Yan, general manager of Jingwen Film and Television Department, arrived at the venue very early. While raising his watch to look at the time, he sent a message to ask his assistant when Chu Yao arrived.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, he arranged a car to pick up Chu Yao. Wen Jingan personally approved the cooperation contract, the company's key project this year. It is still the former president's wife, and no one dares to neglect it.

"It's already here."

Xu Yan strode towards the door and ran into Wen Jing'an head-on. He stopped and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Jing'an took a handshake with his fingertips.

There was a noise at the door, and then the book fans at the entrance screamed. Xu Yan looked over Wen Jing'an and saw a bright figure appear at the door, with a dark blue satin retro shirt paired with a high-waisted knee-length skirt, and silver crystal high heels. The legs were so beautiful, long and straight.

She cut her hair into short hair and put on light makeup, neat and bright.

Chu Yao had a shiny body.

Wen Jingan watched her come over, and his high heels seemed to be stepping on his heart, with a crisp sound. Once again, he heard his heartbeat, jumping lively in the empty wilderness.

Wen Jingan raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed lightly. After coughing, he remembered that he had just shook hands with Xu Yan.

With heavy bows, Chu Yao had an outstanding temperament. She walked to him with her red lips raised. Her beautiful big eyes were bright and shining with light, her eyelashes moved slightly, and her divortex suddenly appeared, "Mr. Wen."

It seems that I have never been married and have no interaction with him.

They are just business cooperation.

Wen Jingan raised his hand.

Chu Yao passed by him and shook hands with Xu Yan next to him. Wen Jing'an's deep peach blossom eyes flashed with gloom, and cold face maintained decentness.

Wen Jing'an rolled his Adam's apple and handed his hand to Chu Yao. His voice was a bit silly, "Teacher Chu."

The camera next to it is shooting, and it is possible to broadcast live.

Chu Yao smiled perfectly, polite and polite, but she didn't have any true feelings. She swept Wen Jing'an's fingertips and even if she had held it straight inside, she walked straight inside, and Chu Yao had a graceful figure and elegant temperament.

"Mr. Wen, I'll go there first."

Today's signing ceremony is Chu Yao and Xu Yan from the Film and Television Department, and Wen Jing'an is the audience.

Wen Jing'an's eyes were fixed on Chu Yao, and she walked into the backstage. Wen Jing'an hand-written his pocket and chased his fingertips. The heat seemed to be still there, soft, delicate and warm.

The magma in Wen Jing'an's body began to roll again, and his skin was almost hot. The more he felt burned, the colder his face became. He walked into the venue. When he sat in the VIP seat, his handsome face was extremely silence, and Secretary Chen next to him dared not say a word.

Wen Jingan still doesn’t like Chu Yao.

Others think that Wen Jingan bought Chu Yao’s copyright at a high price, which should be the result of his ex-wife. Only Secretary Chen felt that Wen Jingan was doing business in public, and that Chu Yao’s books were good and worth the price.

Look, shaking hands, Wen Jing'an's expression is so ugly.

"Mr. Wen, do you need gloves? Disinfection wipes? Disinfection spray?" Secretary Chen turned his head and whispered, "Mask?"

Wen Jingan slowly raised his head and stared at Secretary Chen with gloomy eyes. Secretary Chen slowly retreated and opened the distance, "Mr. Wen."

Why does his back feel a little cold?

Wen Jingan raised his hand and said carelessly, "You should go to Africa, Africa needs you."

The author has something to say: The new pneumonia has been very serious recently. Remember to wear a mask when you go out, pay attention to protection, and do not go to crowded places.

During the Spring Festival, don’t go out if you can.
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