After discussing the specifics of the contract with Zhang Yun, Ming Jiayi, Feng Yunyun, and Zhang Yun revised some clauses that Feng Yunyun felt were unfair to Ming Jiayi. Ming Jiayi then hastily signed the contract.

With the spokesperson issue settled, Feng Yunyun then went to the planning team to discuss the character design.

Now that she has nothing to do, she can go back and take a nap.

This task was really easy.

There are absolutely no difficulties.

"Miss Ming, please wait a moment," Zhang Yun said, panting as she ran down the street.

Ming Jiayi rolled down the passenger window and glanced at Zhang Yun. "Why are you in such a hurry? Is something wrong?"

“Yes.” Zhang Yun took out a folder and handed it to Ming Jiayi. “This is our preliminary script for the promotional video. Miss Ming can take a look at it first, and if there are any parts you are not satisfied with, you can suggest that we make changes.”

When I took the contract up to Mr. Gu for him to sign, he said he wanted to add a clause to it. I was wondering if you would agree, so I came to ask.

"Add what?"

"I hope you can participate in the early stages of the work and help with copywriting and advertising slogans."

"Should we start now?" Ming Jiayi thought about the big bed at home and couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

"No, no, no, it's at 3 PM in the top-floor conference room."

"Okay, I'll come."

After Ming Jiayi finished speaking, she waved to Zhang Yun and quickly started the car to head home.

I'm so sleepy.

If you can sleep for two and a half hours, then sleep for two and a half hours.

…

2:00 PM.

Ming Jiayi's cell phone ringtone, "The Wind Blows," rang desperately in her ears.

She picked up her phone impatiently.

For a moment, I had the urge to smash it.

Before she transmigrated, she was a surgeon, so her phone was always on 24/7, and she was a tool that could be called upon at any time.

But now that she's no longer a doctor, although she still keeps the habit of not silencing her phone, she's a little annoyed when she answers the phone.

"What?" Ming Jiayi asked impatiently.

"Why are you being so fierce?" Feng Yunyun asked back on the other end of the phone. "We've discussed it, what do you think about having you go down the comedic route?"

"A comedian?" Ming Jiayi jolted awake and sat up in bed. "Me?"

"Yes. We did some research at noon and we think that if you want to make a quick comeback, establishing a humorous and witty persona and taking the comedic route is the fastest way."

"But I'm not funny at all."

"There's another one: establish an approachable persona. But this will be more difficult for you, since your previous aloof behavior is deeply ingrained in the minds of the audience and fans."

"Aren't these two essentially the same?" Ming Jiayi asked, puzzled.

“Yes, there are. You might be a comedian, humorous and witty, but that doesn’t mean you have to be approachable. And if you’re approachable, you’re not necessarily a comedian,” Feng Yunyun said.

Are you reciting tongue twisters?

"Enough with the nonsense, make a decision quickly, and I'll get the proposal ready for you this afternoon."

"Let's use both of them. Since you think this is the fastest right now, then let's go with this one," Ming Jiayi said decisively.

"OK, you don't have many opportunities to appear in the public eye right now, so we need to discuss how to implement this plan."

"Didn't you say I'd take a nap this afternoon and start work tomorrow? What am I supposed to do?"

"I've arranged an event for you. There's a grand ceremony at the Capital Center Hotel tomorrow night."