Song Qingyou's brains are full of 'income'.

Jiang Zhihan intersects, and after a while, he asked with a cold face and asked:

"Don't you be afraid to be a indicator?"

"Afraid." Song Qingyou's eyebrows bent, "It's more afraid of it, I'm more confident."

Jiang Zhihan doesn't say anything.

He even guessed that Song Qingyou would say that.

If I was not confident, I would not be recklessly jumped into the flood to save people!

Jiang Zhihan's silence made Song Qingyou feel surprised.

She couldn't help but speak: "President Jiang is really a good person."

Inexplicably being sent to a good card, Jiang Zhihan was foggy.

Song Qingyou laughed.

"Because if it was someone else, I heard that I said that I had ten times the income of gambling, and I would definitely agree without hesitation. I did not expect that President Jiang would ask again again ..."

Speaking of half, Song Qingyou's eyes were slightly narrowed, as if it was cold:

"Of course, it is not ruled out that there is no attempt to Jiang, or I have ..."

The words "Other origins" have not been exported yet.

Jiang Zhihan said with a sink: "Fang Yan told you, I am your fan."

Let Song Qingyou's brain storm go down, and sooner or later he squeakes.

Jiang Zhihan never doubted Song Qingyou's IQ.

So I can only find such a reason.

And Song Qingyou blinked, "I thought assistant Fang just said casually, but did I really do it?"

Of course it is casual!

Jiang Zhihan, who was thinking so much in his heart, made a sound without changing his face.

Then quickly transfer the topic: "Why are you not good at using artists and fans?

Jiang Zhihan did think so.

And he intends to promise

——The sagage as Song Qingyou.

I never expected to wait, he waited, it would be a gambling agreement.

Song Qingyou tentatively asked: "If I did this, the Federation of Jiang would agree?"

Jiang Zhihan: "Will."

"That's it--" Song Qingyou spoke thoughtfully.

Jiang Zhihan thought she had figured it out and wanted to destroy the gambling agreement.

As a result, the agreement was pushed to the place closer to Jiang Zhihan.

"Then Jiang, even more minded to sign this gambling agreement, right?"

Four eyes are opposite, Jiang Zhihan is subconsciously conscious:

"As far as I know, the best -income drama currently invests 30 million, and it is not 30 million until three years later."

"Song Qinggou, the gambling agreement is not a family."

It's not how much you can make, you can earn how much you can make.

Liying Venture Capital is Jiang Zhihan's personal company.

But the question is, what if Song Qingyou also signed such a fool like others?

No businessman will show mercy.

When Jiang Zhihan said this, he still faced coldly.

Song Qingyou showed some concern from the face of the other party.

She couldn't help but mutter: Shouldn't this person really her fan?

After thinking about it, Song Qingyou's attitude was softer:

"I am grateful to President Jiang for their care, but I still have confidence in myself."

Jiang Zhihan's drama was broadcast when the online platform was just emerged. Naturally, he could not earn ten times in a year.

But now it ’s different." Fairy Demon "has invested 10 million. Relying on the high playback volume, in just a few months, the income has reached more than five times.

Song Qingyou's confidence has never been based on Kuai Haikou.

Jiang Zhihan watched her smile and smiled. At the same time, she had chosen to believe in the subconscious.

So I signed and said:

"If ten times the income is not reached, you don't need to repay, you just need to give me 30%of the equity of the Shengshi Entertainment."

The prosperous world has just started, and the entire company is worth a few money.

Not to mention only 30%.

Song Qingyou crooked his head: "Eh? Why?"

Jiang Zhihan brought a little smile in his temperament: "Just be the meeting ceremony I gave you."

Meeting ceremony or something-

Song Qinggou just wanted to say that he would return the gift.

I saw Jiang Zhihan's eyes closed, and the whole person had a trend of fluttering forward.

Song Qingyou was shocked and hurried to hold his shoulders.

Jiang Zhihan turned his head and glanced at her, and suddenly grabbed her hand.

At this moment of losing consciousness, the clock just showed 11:00.

"President Jiang?"

Song Qinggou hugged people into her arms, feeling this burning, it was not right, and it was not right to leave.

"President Jiang?"

"Jiang Zhihan?"

After shouting several people, this person didn't respond.

Well, fortunately, I'm still alive.

Song Qingyou was relieved, and the ghost made it into his ear: "Jiang Zhihan? Knowing?"

Thinking of his own cat was still in a pet hospital, Song Qingyou didn't want to wait for Jiang Zhihan to wake up, and shouted outside:

"Assistant Fang! Jiang always passed!"

Fang Yan, who was very close to the guest room, rushed in immediately.

When I saw the two holding together, I couldn't help but stunned.

"He fell asleep than fainting."

"Is this also the sequelae of a car accident?"

Fang Yan stepped forward, "Almost, please ask Miss Song to keep secret."

Song Qingyou nodded, "I am not a mouthful of people ... The table was signed by President Jiang on the table, and I will contact the assistant of the follow -up matters."

Seeing that Fang Yan tried to carry Jiang Zhihan, Song Qingyou wanted to take the handle in the past and received a call from Chen Lan.

"Hello?"

"Squeak?"

"Okay, I will pass!"

Compared to Jiang Zhihan who just met, of course, it is important to be his own cat!

"Assistant Fang, sorry, I have to leave first."

Song Qingyou slipped quickly.

Leaving Fang Yan suddenly realized: Song Qinggou didn't mean that kind of boss!

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Pet hospital.

Jiang Zhihan opened his eyes, and he was worried about the condition of Song Qingyou.

Chen Lan saw him listless, and took cat food and funny cat stick to tease the cat.
To be continued...