Song Qingyou's mind is full of 'income'.
Jiang Zhihan had mixed feelings, and it took him a while to ask with a cold face:
"Aren't you afraid of failing to meet the target?"
"I'm afraid." Song Qingyou frowned, "I'm more confident than afraid."
Jiang Zhihan was silent.
He even guessed that Song Qingyou would say that.
If you were not confident, you wouldn’t be so reckless as to jump into the mountain to save people!
Jiang Zhihan's silence surprised Song Qingyou.
She couldn't help but say, "Boss Jiang is really a good person."
Jiang Zhihan was at a loss when he was issued a good person card for no reason.
Song Qingyou chuckled lightly.
"Because if it was someone else, they would definitely agree without hesitation when they heard me say that the bet would yield ten times the profit. I didn't expect Mr. Jiang to ask again and again..."
Halfway through speaking, Song Qingyou narrowed her eyes slightly, as if with a cold light:
"Of course, it doesn't rule out that Mr. Jiang has ulterior motives, or has something with me..."
The words 'other origins' have not yet been exported.
Jiang Zhihan said in a deep voice: "Fang Yan told you that I am your fan."
Let Song Qingyou continue to brainstorm, and sooner or later he will be pulled on Zhizhi.
Jiang Zhihan never doubted Song Qingyou's IQ.
So I can only find such an excuse to prevaricate.
And Song Qingyou blinked, "I thought Assistant Fang just said it casually, but I didn't expect it to be true?"
Of course I said it casually!
Jiang Zhihan, who was thinking so in his heart, hummed without changing his face.
Then quickly changed the subject: "Why don't you take advantage of the artists and fans and ask me for mercy?"
Jiang Zhihan really thought so.
And he intends to say yes
—As Song Qingyou’s reward for raising Zhizhi.
Never expected that what he waited for would be a gambling agreement.
Song Qingyou tentatively asked: "If I do this, President Jiang agrees?"
Jiang Zhihan: "Yes."
"In that case—" Song Qingyou said thoughtfully.
Jiang Zhihan thought she had figured it out and wanted to destroy the gambling agreement.
As a result, the agreement was pushed closer to Jiang Zhihan in the next second.
"Then Mr. Jiang doesn't mind signing this gambling agreement, right?"
Looking at each other, Jiang Zhihan subconsciously became serious:
"As far as I know, the drama with the best revenue so far has an investment of 30 million yuan, and it didn't earn 300 million yuan until three years later."
"Song Qingyou, the VAM agreement is not a play."
It doesn’t mean that you can earn as much as you earn.
Liying Venture Capital is Jiang Zhihan's personal company. Whether Song Qingyou signs the agreement or not, he will help her out.
But the question is, what if Song Qingyou signs such a foolish agreement with other people one day?
No businessman will show mercy.
When Jiang Zhihan said this, his face was still cold.
Song Qingyou somehow saw some concern on the other party's face.
She couldn't help but murmur in her heart: Could this person really be her fan?
After thinking about it, Song Qingyou's attitude softened a little:
"I am very grateful to Mr. Jiang for his concern, but still that sentence, I have confidence in myself."
The drama Jiang Zhihan mentioned was broadcast when the Internet platform was just emerging, so naturally it won't make ten times as much in a year.
But it’s different now, "Xianmolu" invested 10 million yuan, and relying on the high broadcast volume, in just a few months, the income has reached more than five times.
Song Qingyou's confidence was never based on boasting.
Jiang Zhihan looked at her smiling face with a sure chance of winning, but at the same time, he subconsciously chose to believe.
So he signed and said:
"If the ten-fold return is not achieved, you don't need to repay it. You just need to give me 30% of Shengshi Entertainment's equity to pay off the debt."
Prosperity has just started, and the entire company is not worth a lot of money.
Not to mention only taking 30%.
Jiang Zhihan said with a smile in his tone, "Take it as a gift from me to meet you."
Meeting ceremony or something—
Song Qingyou just wanted to say that she would return the gift.
Seeing that Jiang Zhihan closed his eyes, he had the tendency to rush forward.
Song Qingyou was startled, and quickly put her arms around his shoulders.
Jiang Zhihan turned his head to look at her, and suddenly grabbed her hand.
At the moment of losing consciousness, the clock showed exactly 11:00.
"Boss Jiang?"
Song Qingyou accidentally hugged the man into her arms, feeling the scorching heat, it was wrong to walk, and it was wrong not to leave.
"Boss Jiang?"
"Jiang Zhihan?"
After shouting several times, the man didn't respond, Song Qingyou simply pulled out her hand and breathed out.
Well, okay, still alive.
Song Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to his ear: "Jiang Zhihan? Zhizhi?"
Thinking that her cat is still in the pet hospital, Song Qingyou didn't want to wait for Jiang Zhihan to wake up, so she yelled outside:
"Assistant Fang! Mr. Jiang passed out!"
Fang Yan, who was very close to the reception room, rushed in immediately.
When he saw the two hugging each other, he couldn't help being taken aback.
"He seemed more asleep than fainted."
"Is this also a sequelae of a car accident?"
Fang Yan stepped forward, "Almost, please keep this matter a secret, Ms. Song."
Song Qingyou nodded, "I'm not a talkative person... Mr. Jiang signed the table. I will contact Assistant Fang directly for follow-up matters."
Seeing Fang Yan trying to memorize Jiang Zhihan, Song Qingyou wanted to help, so she received a call from Chen Lan.
"Hello?"
"Zhizhi woke up?"
"Okay, I'll go there right away!"
Compared to Jiang Zhihan whom I just met, of course my own cat is more important!
"Assistant Fang, I'm sorry, I have to leave first."
Song Qingyou slipped away very fast.
Fang Yan left behind and suddenly realized: So Song Qingyou didn't mean that to her boss!
——
Pet Hospital.
Jiang Zhihan opened his eyes, a little worried about Song Qingyou's situation.
Chen Lan saw that he was listless, and took cat food and cat teasing sticks to tease the cat.
As a result, the other cats became active after being teased, only Zhizhi was still sitting upright, and the eight winds did not move.
Several nurses on the side surrounded her.
"Zhizhi is really good!"
"It's not good, it's majestic, right? It's stressful to be stared at by it."
"If the hospital doesn't allow it, I would like to take a few photos."
The rustling sound of a group of people made Jiang Zhihan frowned.
Fortunately, Song Qingyou came very quickly.
"Squeak."
As soon as she walked in, she reached out her hand towards Jiang Zhihan.
The tacit understanding cultivated by one person and one cat prompted Jiang Zhihan to run towards each other without even thinking about it.
Song Qingyou thanked several nurses, and asked Chen Lan about Zhizhi's situation by the way.
"The doctor said that he just fell asleep and there is no other problem."
Chen Lan also wondered why Zhi Zhi fell asleep and couldn't wake up.
Song Qingyou had expected it, but didn't say anything.
After returning home and saying goodbye to Chen Lan, she stroked Mao Mao's head and muttered:
"Speaking of which, Jiang Zhihan seems to have just fallen asleep..."
Even if he didn't say the phrase 'same as Zhizhi', Jiang Zhihan's whole cat froze.
It wasn't until he was sure that Song Qingyou just mentioned it casually and didn't go into it deeply, that he sat down on the sofa and thought to himself
—Until he finds out that the time of waking up is regular, he'd better not meet Song Qingyou as much as possible.