Chapter 2, the landlord comes to collect the land

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Well

Lu Qianyang had never seen an artist as indifferent and unambitious as Ruan Jiangxi. In terms of appearance and acting skills, Ruan Jiangxi is no less than any top-tier star. With a specialized education, she has been in the industry for three years yet is still taking on insignificant supporting roles. The fundamental reason for this is that Ruan Jiangxi has never lowered her standards. In the words of the vice president of Tianyu Media, if Ruan Jiangxi wanted to become famous, there would be plenty of people in H City willing to support her, but Ruan Jiangxi has never even bothered to give them a glance.

Speaking of the matters regarding the acquisition of land by Xinan International, it is said that the esteemed Mr. Song has graced us with his presence, and his arrival is certainly not without purpose. General Manager Chen has invited this distinguished guest to the VIP seat and is attending to him with utmost care.

Song Ci paused his hand on the chair, raising his gaze: "Director Chen." A pair of pitch-black eyes shone even brighter than the spotlight.

Song Ci pondered for a moment: "Return within seventy-two hours."

Song Shao

Ruan Jiangxi merely nodded and did not say anything

The paparazzi transformed and became the agent of Ruan Jiangxi. Naturally, there were twists and turns in between. Originally, this young woman was trying to uncover a secret about a certain diva who was being kept, and she spent a whole day squatting by the diva's trash can. Because she had to relieve herself, she was caught by the diva's benefactor and was then dragged into a small dark room. In the middle of the night, a man came in stealthily with ill intentions. At that moment, she jumped directly into the swimming pool outside the window. After swallowing a mouthful of water and looking up, she saw Ruan Jiangxi sitting by the poolside. Holding a glass of red wine, he asked, "Are you swimming?"

Having such a boss, Qin Jiang is truly in a state of utter despair

Jiangxi! Jiangxi! Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed in at the feet of the woman, and a few beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her fair little face. "We are in luck, we are in great luck!"

Lu Qianyang nearly choked: "I've exhausted all my words, and you only reward me with a single character?"

Lu Qianyang wiped his sweat and said: "Even if the sky were to fall, you would remain as steadfast as Mount Tai"

Director Chen, sweating profusely since Mr. Song's arrival, slightly bent forward and cautiously proposed: "Mr. Song, could you possibly grant us a few more days? The film festival is only opening today, and the actors and crew have already been invited. If we were to cancel abruptly—"

Director Chen, with a shameless demeanor, said: "Mr. Song, are you reconsidering? The film festival organizers signed a three-year exhibition usage agreement with Xinan International, and this contract period has not yet expired. Mr. Song, isn't it a bit too much for you to unilaterally breach the contract?"

Forget it, Lu Qianyang raised the white flag: "My lord, I surrender. I will go prepare the clothing and makeup right away."

Lu Qianyang believes that even if the sky were to fall, her artists would not bat an eyelid

Song Ci leaned lazily against the back seat, her fingers tapping intermittently on the armrest. Her dark eyes were slightly narrowed, half of her face shrouded in dim light, leaving only a cold, hard silhouette.

In one breath, Lu Qianyang finished speaking without even catching her breath, yet the eyelashes of her artist at home did not flutter at all

Song Ci's patience was evidently lacking; she stood up and left. As she turned around, the spotlight in the center of the stage suddenly brightened, and a figure in red unexpectedly caught her eye. Amidst the swirling smoke, the woman's silhouette appeared hazy, as if covered in dust, and Song Ci could not see her clearly

Three parts interest, seven parts curiosity, Song Ci was moved by his thoughts

Ruan Jiangxi thought carefully for a moment before responding: "Alright"

Why don't you ask what happened

Song Ci directly interrupted: "Reason."

Song Shao, by the time I finish digging up the potatoes and return, you may not recognize me again

I, Song Ci, am not a charitable organization

A single word, concise and to the point, indeed, this aura is too strong

The artist in her family is a bit carefree and somewhat willful

Ruan Jiangxi poured her a glass of water, his tone still calm and unhurried: "The sky won't fall, you should drink some water first"

"Do I know her?" Song Ci furrowed his brows in contemplation, his deep-set eyes reflecting a hint of confusion

Oh? This is the reaction?

Thus, Lu Qianyang, having narrowly escaped disaster, resigned from the newspaper the next day to become Ruan Jiangxi's agent. Having known Ruan Jiangxi for three years, she always maintained a demeanor of calmness: "Take your time, no rush"

Lu Qianyang had a face that looked like he was about to cry, shaking his head

Across a corridor, at the corner, is the artists' lounge, where the distant sound of women chattering can be heard

Reason? Song Shao, you say to collect land, but have you considered the thoughts of the farmers? Director Chen suppressed his pent-up grievances and said very tactfully: "If we cancel hastily, this film festival cannot be held."

Director Chen's heart trembled slightly, and he replied, "Yes." Damn it, he had never been so humiliated in his life.

The implication is: This is my territory, get lost immediately

Ruan Jiangxi fell silent for a moment, then took out his phone: "Is this the police station? Someone has fallen into the water here, but unfortunately, I can't swim"

The corners of her mouth are gently pursed, with shallow dimples at the edges of her lips, and her clear, graceful eyes reveal no ripples of emotion. The clouds are light and the breeze is gentle; this is how Ruan Jiangxi has always been.

Well

Liquidation of the penalty for breach of contract... General Manager Chen felt as if these five large characters were crushing his heart. It is unacceptable to manipulate power in such a blatant manner with black and white text. He was almost in tears: "Young Master Song, please don't—"

The woman is dressed in a British style, with short hair that reaches her ears, exuding a spirited demeanor that straddles the line between masculinity and femininity. This striking young lady is Lu Qianyang, a manager under Tianyu Media. Before entering this profession, she was a well-known figure in the media industry, commonly referred to as a paparazzo. Three years ago, Captain Lu suddenly retired from her previous role and took up the position of a manager.

Song Ci had never looked at anything with such focus, let alone a woman. Qin Jiang found it unusual and followed Song Ci's gaze, staring for a while, utterly confused: "Her?" From this distance and angle, he couldn't even make out the woman's features.

Qin Jiang found it hard to believe, and after glancing at the girl dancing on stage, he could not discern any extraordinary beauty. After pondering for a while, he was certain: "Young Master Song, you have issued an order that no women are allowed within a hundred miles, and there have been no exceptions; you definitely do not know her." Ever since he graduated and joined Xinan International, it had been seven years; not to mention women, even any female animal would be considered an eyesore by Boss Song.

Lu Qianyang always liked to tease her, smilingly saying: "My lord from Jiangxi, you are so magnanimous, please bestow a few words upon me."

You can speak

The drums beat lightly, and the red garments flutter gracefully

Lu Qianyang surrendered and rolled his eyes slightly: "I am kneeling down. " After sipping a glass of water slowly, he finally got to the point, "I heard that some big shots have arrived, and the actresses for the opening dance seem to have lost their minds. Those peacock-like flowers can't hold the stage anymore, one by one they are posing and preening, and it's almost showtime, yet there isn't a single shadow backstage. Director Lin is looking everywhere for actresses who can dance, and the screenwriter of 'Qinghua', Sister Yan, recommended you. It's perfect, you came with the crew, and although it has nothing to do with the awards, at least you are an actress who has appeared on screen. " Lu Qianyang became more and more excited as he spoke, "Jiangxi, it's like a pie falling from the sky, a solo dance, a solo dance, that's a solo dance. The camera time for this opening dance is far more than what you would get for a few supporting female roles. " "Jiangxi, it's like a pie falling from the sky, a solo dance, a solo dance, that's a solo dance. The camera time for this opening dance is far more than what you would get for a few supporting female roles.

According to the contract, Xinan International only holds partial ownership of this land, while the actual disposal rights still belong to the government. Moreover, this was clearly stipulated in writing at the outset.

Who is she? With her steps coming to a halt, Song Ci stood in the aisle of the audience, somewhat lost in thought as she gazed at the center of the stage

The penalty will be credited tomorrow, so clean this place up before today ends. As soon as Song Ci finished speaking, his assistant Qin Jiang handed over a document.