Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Life Planning.

The next morning, Qin Du was still asleep when he heard the sound of the door.

I put on my pajamas, got out of bed, opened the door, and met Liu Jingheng's pale face with a hint of blue in her eyes.

He held out his hand weakly: "Here, life plan."

Qin Du raised his hand to cover his mouth and said:

"You sit down first, I'll take a look."

After saying that, he went straight into the bathroom to wash and change clothes.

Liu Jingheng had been doing it on the sofa for a long time. When she saw Qin Du coming out of the bathroom, looking radiant, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

The gap between people is greater than that between people and pigs.

After washing up, Qin Du was not in a hurry to look at his life plan. Instead, he made himself a cup of black tea, took care of the potted plants on the balcony, and finally sat down slowly opposite Liu Jingheng and took his life plan.

He just glanced at it casually, and the corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly.

Each of these pleasing small characters is as standardized as if it were printed, but the content has little reference value.

【Planning project: fried food and dessert stall;

Project implementation location: university town, large shopping mall;

Detailed implementation process of the project: Get up at 3:00 every day to prepare food and arrive at the school gate 20 minutes before school is over;

Item Price: French fries (small NT$8, large NT$10) / duck (all NT$10 per pound, small profits but quick turnover);

Project Profit: According to market research, you can earn 300-600 yuan a day, 90,000-360,000 yuan a month, and achieve financial freedom in one year.

Qin Du glanced at the dark green in Liu Jingheng's eyes, twisted a corner of the paper, and asked:

"You haven't slept all night just doing this stuff."

Liu Jingheng: "Yes."

Last night, when I couldn't sleep and was watching videos, I saw a blogger sharing his life as a street vendor. He said that after he joined this duck goods project, he bought a house by the sea three years ago. He also made a separate video for the audience to appreciate his sea view mansion.

There is also a video of him setting up a stall, with long queues of customers and some people even fighting over the last piece of duck neck.

After reading it, Liu Jingheng even thought of the name of her future conglomerate:

QINGJING FOOD LIMITED.

Qin Du looked at the project profit again:

"Let's not even mention that the cost isn't clearly stated. How did you calculate 300 a day and 90,000 a month?"

Liu Jingheng said frankly, "I calculated it mentally."

Qin Du held his forehead and didn't want to say anything more.

He returned the plan to Liu Jingheng:

"I want to ask how you are going to solve the project cost."

Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and said, "Can I borrow money from you first? You can give me 4% interest, hey."

Qin Du looked at him for a while and said coldly:

"cannot."

In the face of Liu Jingheng's expressionless loss, he added:

"You've already completely cut off all ties with me, and even asked me to delete your WeChat. I lent you money, but now you've run away. Who am I going to ask for the money?"

"I won't run." Liu Jingheng said. He is not that kind of person.

Qin Du handed him a piece of white paper:

"Write, IOU."

Liu Jingheng obediently wrote the IOU. When it came to the compensation for breach of contract, he asked:

"If I can't pay you back on time, what should I compensate you for?"

Qin Du said, "You really like flesh-compensation, don't you? Just write it like this."

Liu Jingheng's expression was dull and stagnant, and she seemed to have no emotions, but in fact, a thin layer of tears had accumulated in her eyes.

After finishing the content, he carefully wrote his name at the end, thought for a moment, and bit his index finger hard.

It hurts, but it doesn't bleed like they show on TV.

Qin Du grabbed his hand, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and asked:

"What are you usually looking at?"

Liu Jingheng was also very honest: "TV series, mostly Hong Kong dramas."

Qin Du: ...

He didn't really want to know.

Qin Du took the ink pad from the table and patted his palm: "If you need anything in the future, come to my study."

Liu Jingheng nodded: "Okay."

Just for 50,000 yuan, Liu Jingheng sold herself.

He bought a lot of semi-finished French fries and sauces of various flavors, and asked Uncle Li to help him choose a cost-effective second-hand food truck.

This wasn't his first job, but it was his first business venture.

Liu Jingheng found the peripherals Qin Du had bought him at the pet expo, hung them around the food cart, and finally affixed a name tag crookedly:

【Jingjing Fried Potatoes (Duck Food Supply)】

*

One weekend, before dawn, Qin Du was awakened by the rhythmic footsteps in the corridor.

He stayed up until the early hours of the morning yesterday for the technology exhibition, and he's still sleepy now.

Qin Du squinted his eyes, rubbed his brows tiredly, and asked the smart home about the current time.

"It's 3:00 AM Beijing time now. You can rest for a while and get enough sleep."

When the smart home said the word "rest", Qin Du had already gotten out of bed with his clothes on.

He gently pushed open the door and looked over. The hardworking Liu Jingheng was already dragging his large bag of pre-made French fries. He would stop to think for a few minutes after taking a step, and then slowly walk downstairs.

Qin Du was often curious about what Liu Jingheng was thinking about when she suddenly stopped.

Uncle Li was also woken up by the noise. When he went out, he saw Qin Du also watching the fun. He walked over and said respectfully:

"Boss Qin, it's only three o'clock now. I'm sorry to have woken you up. Please continue to rest. I'll go see if he needs any help."

Qin Du nodded, closed the door and went to bed.

Uncle Li found Liu Jingheng and had to admire his stubborn thinking.

The purpose of pre-prepared meals is to save time, but Liu Jingheng heard from somewhere that the reason these street vendors can make money is that they get up earlier than the chickens.

Liu Jingheng got up, but he had no idea what to do, and there was nothing he needed to prepare, so he sat in the dining car, holding his chin in his hand and staring blankly.

Uncle Li couldn't persuade him and could only stare blankly with him.

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The morning light shone through the darkness, illuminating the earth. Uncle Li yawned:

"It's six o'clock. Let's go. If we leave a little earlier, we can catch up with the breakfast crowd."

Uncle Li was really worried about Liu Jingheng because he was a greenhorn, so he gave up his rest time to help him.

Uncle Li rode the food cart, and Liu Jingheng sat on the side, burdened with a foreign debt of 50,000, and bursting towards a new life.

The two arrived at the university town and found that they were still late. The more conspicuous positions had already been occupied by vendors. Uncle Li quietly used his money ability to buy the stall closest to the school gate.

Heat oil in a pan and stare blankly.

It rained in Jinhai City yesterday. With the arrival of summer, the temperature rises a little with every rain. Today is the hottest day in recent times, with the temperature soaring to 32 degrees. Even Jinhai City, which is surrounded by the sea on three sides and has a unique temperate maritime climate, cannot withstand the heat wave.

Liu Jingheng stood for a while, a thin layer of sweat appearing on her forehead.

The surrounding breakfast stalls were packed with people, and his place was so deserted that it felt like a different world.

Among the large group of people who went out to look for food early in the morning, a silver-gray Lexus LC was parked in a low-key manner. The man in the car was holding a financial magazine and flipping through a few pages casually. He couldn't help but look up and his eyes fell on "Jingjing Fried Potatoes" not far away.

An hour passed, the students who bought breakfast had left, and the surrounding vendors began to pack up and go home, but Liu Jingheng had not yet opened.

His face looked calm, but his heart was actually in turmoil.

Where are the long queues and economic freedom?

Tears glistened in her eyes.

Uncle Li saw that it was time to start work, and he could no longer accompany Liu Jingheng to continue doing useless work. After giving a few instructions, he hurried back to the Qin family to work.

Liu Jingheng stood under the scorching sun, her exposed skin covered with a thin layer of wet red.

Qin Du finally finished flipping through the magazine. When he looked up again, he saw that the pre-made French fries on Liu Jingheng's stall were still there.

He sighed softly, opened the car window, and casually stopped a spirited young man passing by and asked:

"Little boy, do you like French fries?"

The spirited young man said: "Who eats that stuff? It's all pre-made and unhealthy."

Qin Du was in the car, his hand out of the window, holding up his phone:

"Give me the payment code."

"Ding—Alipay account arrived, 10,000 yuan."

As soon as the prompt sounded, Qin Du asked the energetic young man again: "Do you like French fries?"

The energetic young man hunched his back and smiled obscenely:

"Of course! Potatoes are a sure thing, except for the ones from school."

At half past eight, Liu Jingheng brushed off the flies on the French fries, wondering whether she should go home and rest for a while. From a distance, she saw a young man walking towards her with a heavy step, wearing tight, hip-hugging pants, and shaking his head.

The energetic young man is not very good at studying, but he always believes in the word "honesty". When he takes money from others to help them get rid of disasters, he has to pay attention to details.

He held up a cell phone to record the video, stood in front of the food truck, and wiped his nose: "Boss, how much are the fries?"

Liu Jingheng stared at the Guan Gong on his arm, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum:

"Small, small portion is eight yuan, large portion... also eight yuan."

He was afraid that he would say the large portion cost twelve, so the energetic young man asked his brothers to flatten the food cart for him.

"A large portion."

Liu Jingheng: "Okay."

I slowly scooped up a shovel of fries and remembered Uncle Li's advice:

"When doing business, we should pay more attention to service quality and build good relationships with customers. Once you get to know them, you will gain a good reputation and then you will get sales."

So he began to try to find a topic.

A second before pouring the French fries into the frying pan, Liu Jingheng stopped:

"Do you go to school around here?"

The energetic young man showed the Guan Gong on his arm and asked: "Do you think I look like a student?"

"Is that for fitness?"

The spirited young man: "..."

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and beads of sweat were falling from the boy's forehead.

"No, boss, can you hurry up? I'm in a hurry to screw in the screws."

Liu Jingheng poured the French fries into the frying pan: "Okay."

After frying for half a minute, he took it out and stopped: "Do you like it crispy or tender?"

"It's all right. Boss, just keep talking and don't stop." The young man wiped the sweat off his face angrily.

Liu Jingheng: "Okay."

After frying for another half a minute, he fished it out and stopped again: "What do you do for a living?"

The young man took a deep breath, grabbed the French fry basket, and directly put it into the fryer, skillfully frying the fries:

"Look at how slow you are! Your hand looks like it's broken!"

The young man fried the fries himself and threw them in front of Liu Jingheng: "Hurry up, we are in a hurry to get to work."

Liu Jingheng dripped the oil and stopped again: "Okay."

He weighed it twice and then stopped moving: "What flavor do you like?"

The young man looked around the sauce buckets: "What flavors are there?"

Liu Jingheng looked around and said honestly, "I don't know either."

The boy: “…”

This money is so worthless!

"Whatever you want, just hurry up. You can talk but don't stop, okay!!!"

Liu Jingheng looked at him, indifferent: "Okay."

Then he took out a packaging box and folded it slowly. He made a mistake in the middle, so he flattened it and started over.

The young man bit his lower lip, feeling hopeless.

Liu Jingheng carefully poured the French fries into the box. Two of them fell onto the table, and he slowly picked them up.

He stopped again and asked, "Are you putting it in your pocket or packing it up?"

"Did anyone put this thing in their pocket?!"

"OK."

Liu Jingheng tore a plastic bag, slowly put the fries in it, and calmly tidied up the corners.

If it doesn’t look good, take it out and reinstall it.

Ten minutes later.

He handed over the fries: "Don't worry, it's ready."

The young man's face lost all color, and he stiffly raised his hand to take the fries:

"I'm not in a hurry. Take your time."

You're already late. There's no difference between being ten minutes late and an hour late.

Liu Jingheng: "Oh, then come again next time."

"I'm not coming!" The young man became even angrier and took a potato with him before leaving.

Liu Jingheng stared at the frying pan for a while.

Suddenly he looked up and stretched out his hand towards the deserted street: "You haven't paid yet."

In the car, Qin Du, who witnessed the whole process, laughed so happily for the first time, and his hearty laughter lingered.

Anyone who comes to Liu Jingheng must go through a tribulation before leaving.

After he finished laughing, he took his phone and called his secretary:

"At the company?"

"Yes, Mr. Qin, don't worry, I'll take care of everything. You can have a good rest."

Qin Du raised the corner of his lips:

"Well done, here's a reward for you. I'll treat everyone to... French fries for lunch."

secretary:?

At noon, a large number of employees from the Rilon Group came from afar to conduct a large-scale obedience test and all achieved excellent results.

Liu Jingheng is popular again.

The cause was that the young man, who was fined 100 yuan for being late, became more and more angry, so he posted the video online and asked everyone to judge. As a result, the comments section made him even more upset.

[Hahaha, the character that is most likely to collapse is the one that remains the most stable. Are there really such people in the world?]

[Cute, cute, cute, I'm licking him like crazy! He's selling French fries somewhere. I want to run into him.]

What kind of single-core processor is this? I have to stop moving my hands while I'm talking. I can't run two threads at once, hahaha!

[This is so cheesy, hahaha. "Boss, can I steal a potato?" "Sure."]

[Speaking of which, wasn't LJH supposed to be Qin Du's canary? Why is he running a stall to make a living? Isn't this house collapsing too quickly?]

[People do whatever they want to do. It's none of your business. Do you think they're out here just to make a living? It's better for them to experience the suffering of the people.]

Because of this trending search ranked seventh, students from the university town came to join in the fun and surrounded Liu Jingheng's food truck.

The French fries were almost sold out, but the college students still refused to give in. They surrounded him, made jokes and filmed videos. Liu Jingheng had a social phobia and scratched the ground with his toes, trying to find a gap of the right size to crawl into.

In the end, in order to get rid of the harassment of the college students, he hid behind the dining car with his knees hugged, his face numb and his eyes dull.

Until, a low and cold male voice sounded:

"Don't you all need to review? I remember it's finals week now."

Everyone turned around and then looked up again, only to see two pairs of pitch-black sunglasses.

In the scorching summer heat, everyone shivered involuntarily, their smiles disappeared, and they obediently put away their phones and scattered like birds and beasts.

After they dispersed, a group of people jumped up and down, no one knew what they were excited about, but they were very excited.

Liu Jingheng huddled under the dining car, looking weak, helpless and pitiful.

"Knock knock." Someone knocked on the dining car.

"Boss, can you make me some French fries?" The deep and cold male voice was filled with a hint of smile.

Liu Jingheng was silent for a moment, then cautiously showed a pair of eyes from above the dining car.

He gasped and stopped moving.

This time, Liu Jingheng finally recognized the person just by looking at his sunglasses.

"Why are you here..." Liu Jingheng asked weakly.

Qin Du took off his sunglasses and hung them on his collar, raising his chin:

"Is there a rule that I can't buy French fries?"

Liu Jingheng stared at him closely and slowly stood up:

"No. So, do you want a large or small portion?"

"How much is the large portion?" Qin Du asked.

"Eighty...eighty." At this moment, Liu Jingheng wanted to make a killing from Qin Du with evil intentions.

In the final analysis, this morning's struggle had made him want to stop living.

Qin Du raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you charge people?"

"Yes." Liu Jingheng admitted it directly.

Qin Du smiled and shook his head, opened his phone to scan the code, and paid 80 yuan.

Liu Jingheng counted these two numbers several times on her phone before silently picking up the tools to fry French fries.

During this time, he kept his head down and did not say a word.

Qin Du lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the sweat on his forehead, and moved his fingers in his trouser pockets slightly.

"Don't you want to chat with me?" he suddenly asked.

Liu Jingheng continued to lower her head: "Yes."

"But when you serve other customers, you always chat with them and try to get close to them." Qin Du said again.

Liu Jingheng paused frying his French fries. Honestly, he had no interest in the customer information, and he wouldn't be able to remember it even if he were told. But business was a process, and he did understand a little bit of it by rote.

Liu Jingheng: "Do you go to school nearby?"

Qin Du chuckled and continued: "Yes, go to school."

Liu Jingheng: "What's your major?"

Qin Du: "Financial management."

Liu Jingheng was speechless, and just held a bag of uncooked French fries and started single-line operation mode.

After thinking about it for a long time and scratching my head, I suddenly saw a college student couple walking by hand in hand.

"Do you have a partner?" he asked.

Qin Du was silent for a moment, then moved closer.

"No, would you like to introduce me?"

"Okay." Liu Jingheng looked at the French fries. "Do you like them tender or cooked well?"

Qin Du stared straight at his snow-white little face, narrowed his eyes, and lowered his voice:

"Tender."

"So tender." Liu Jingheng was speechless, he also noticed it himself.

Qin Du stared at him without saying a word.

Just when Liu Jingheng thought he didn't hear and was about to ask again, Qin Du suddenly grabbed his hand and gently stroked his palm with his cold fingertips.

Liu Jingheng stared at the shape his fingers drew on his palm and recited:

"Liu... Jing..."

He swallowed his saliva and finally uttered the last word with difficulty and obscurity:

"quiet……"

Qin Du couldn't help but laugh. Wasn't his evasiveness a little too obvious?

"Okay, I'll check Liu Jingjing for you." After Liu Jingheng said that, she poured the French fries into the frying pan.

After finishing the work at hand, Liu Jingheng immediately turned on standby mode.

He was slow in everything he did, except for letting go, which he did at the speed of light.

Ten minutes later.

Qin Du looked at the charcoal sticks floating up from the boiling oil pan and knocked on the dining table:

"Boss, I said I like tender ones."

Liu Jingheng finally came back to her senses: "Yes, I know."

When I looked down again, the French fries in the pot had become as shriveled and black as an old man.

Liu Jingheng slowly raised her head and looked at Qin Du:

"Are you putting it in your pocket or..."

Qin Du couldn't help but chuckle, and moved closer, staring intently into Liu Jingheng's eyes:

"Boss, this is not the way to do business."

Liu Jingheng: "Put it in your pocket, right?"

Qin Du looked at him for a while, then scanned the code again to pay 80 yuan:

"Make me another one, tender."

Liu Jingheng could see that Qin Du didn't really want to eat French fries, otherwise why would he go to the trouble of frying French fries, only to admire them without eating them.

Yes, he was there to supervise him, and the subtext was to torture him by showing him that his plan was totally unfeasible.

Just because Qin Du's identity was exposed and he was rejected by him, he became angry and made fun of him.

Qin Du returned to the car and finally ate one of the French fries after studying them for half a day.

Well, not cooked yet.

He thought for a moment and called Uncle Li.

*

As soon as Liu Jingheng entered the room, she fell onto the bed without even changing her clothes, and her eyelids began to droop.

Nuomi and Penny have been competing for his favor for a long time. The two meatballs rushed into his arms. Nuomi was a little slow and was preempted by Penny. He was so angry that he kept grabbing Penny's tail with his wet little hands.

Liu Jingheng blinked. So tired.

It is a physically and mentally exhausting job that requires a lot of energy to chat with customers and find topics to talk about. It turns out that French fries are not selling food, but service.

Just as he was about to doze off, Uncle Li, who had been lurking at the door, came in like a thief.

He picked up the book on the table and fanned Liu Jingheng:

"My dear Jingjing, today is my first day at the stall. How do you feel? How is the profit?"

Liu Jingheng didn't move, his mind was confused as to the puzzled looks those customers showed when they faced his questions, as if they were looking at idiots.

But it wasn't a complete loss. He made more than 800 yuan in just half a day after opening the business. If he continued at this pace, achieving financial freedom would be just around the corner.

Uncle Li pondered for a moment, sat down beside him, and said meaningfully:

"Boss Qin just called me and told me about your stall plan. He said he's willing to provide you with financial support. Whether you want to open a chain, do takeout, or make canned food in the future, he'll help you find good partners and find good land."

When Liu Jingheng heard this, she became even more depressed.

It would be fine if it was just a stall, but why did they have to can it?

The following image emerged in his mind:

Late at night, everyone was sound asleep except Liu Jingheng's room, which was brightly lit. He sat cross-legged at a small table, a mountain of chips and cans beside him. The clock struck three, and he yawned, forced his eyelids open, and began to arrange the chips one by one into an attractive shape in the can.

Thinking of this, Liu Jingheng pursed her lips tightly.

No, that’s not possible.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Uncle Li simply dropped the subject. His ultimate goal wasn't canned food anyway.

"Jingjing, Mr. Qin is willing to contribute his time, money, and manpower to your career. So, what do you think of him?"

Liu Jingheng turned over and squinted tiredly:

"I can't eat him..."

Let’s just say that you can learn real things on the Internet. What you can’t refuse directly can be summed up in one sentence: “I don’t get it”, which is simple and clear.

Uncle Li: Can’t eat?

To Liu Jingheng, the boss is the boss and Qin Du is Qin Du, they are completely unrelated.

Uncle Li wanted to say something when he suddenly heard rhythmic footsteps coming from the corridor. He quickly put on his butler uniform and marched out to greet the people.

"Mr. Qin, you came back early today." Uncle Li took the coat from Qin Du.

Qin Du glanced at Liu Jingheng's door:

"Well, nothing much today."

Uncle Li didn't believe it. How could a man who worked so hard every day, eager to take his work home, have any free time?

"Have you discussed the matter of expanding the industry with Liu Jingheng?" Qin Du adjusted his cuffs, speaking in a nonchalant tone, as if he was just mentioning it casually.

"Yes, but he looked rather uninterested, as if he had little hope for this line of work," Uncle Li said frankly, adding, "I also took the opportunity to ask what he thought of you."

Qin Du glanced at him, still with a nonchalant attitude:

"Do I need to seek approval from Liu Jingheng?"

After a while, he asked again: "What did he say?"

Uncle Li chuckled:

"Just say it quietly, he can't eat you, and he's very annoyed."

The latter sentence was entirely polished by Uncle Li and has nothing to do with Liu Jingheng himself.

"Can't eat it?" Qin Du's lips curled up, then quickly fell, "He has a nice idea."

After sending Uncle Li away, Qin Du stood at the door of Liu Jingheng's room for a long time. Finally, he knocked on the door gently. After entering the room, he found that Liu Jingheng had fallen asleep on the bed. Penny and Nuomi were huddled beside him. Even the usually aloof Fangkuai was lying beside his head, with his little paws gently resting on his nose.

Qin Du watched for a long time, then pulled the blanket over him and covered him. Seeing that Fang Kuai was about to wake up, Qin Du reached out and gently stroked the cat's head, saying softly:

"Go to sleep."

Cube yawned and fell asleep again.

…

At three o'clock in the morning, Liu Jingheng woke up.

This sleep was very long, starting at three in the afternoon and lasting for a full ten hours.

He held the unfried, semi-finished French fries in his hands, which had only been thawed, and sat by the window, admiring the moonlight and taking small bites.

The three little ones gathered around his feet, waiting to be fed.

Liu Jingheng picked up the thickest French fry and threw it to Penny. Penny sniffed it, turned around, faced the French fry with her butt, and scratched the floor with her hind paws.

Liu Jingheng: ...

At this time, the alarm on his cell phone rang, indicating that it was time for him to get up and set up his stall.

Liu Jingheng sighed. She didn't want to go. She didn't want to be surrounded by strange people taking photos and videos. So she decided to just give up.

But if he gave up at this time, how could he repay the 50,000 foreign debt he owed to Qin Du?

Liu Jingheng took out her mobile phone, opened a short video, and went online. She thought that she could learn real skills online.

While watching videos and eating French fries, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

I have another trick.

…

It was still dark when Qin Du slowly opened his eyes to the sound of rhythmic knocks on the door.

He rubbed his brow and looked at the time.

Without asking, I know that there is no one else outside the door who dares to disturb people's dreams at this time except Liu Jingheng, who has no sense of boundaries.

Qin Du got up and went to the bathroom, did a simple wash, dipped his fingers in water to lift his hair, changed his shirt, and was still carefully adjusting his collar just before opening the door.

Outside the door stood Liu Jingheng with a dazed look on her face.

"Are you Korean?" Qin Du looked at the clock and then at Liu Jingheng.

Liu Jingheng frowned and said righteously:

"Born as a Chinese, die as the soul of China."

Qin Du looked up and took a deep breath. It was a typical Liu-style answer.

"This is a new life plan." Liu Jingheng handed over the paper carefully.

Qin Du took the plan and asked:

"No more French fries?"

Liu Jingheng shook her head: "That's not suitable for me."

Seeing him speak so decisively, Qin Du thought he had found some great life plan, but when he saw it:

【Life Planning: Short Video Actor Assistant

Project cost: 0

Project Profit: Monthly base salary of 6,000 + commission, hardware and insurance with meal allowance, annual salary of 720,000 yuan]

Qin Du stopped when he saw this.

He suddenly understood why Liu Jingheng had emphasized to him that he had to be good at addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of two-digit numbers, because he only knew how to do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of two-digit numbers.

Liu Jingheng also has her own opinion.

While browsing videos, he saw the male lead of a short play speaking out:

Short dramas are now emerging as a new force. As long as you are good-looking and your acting skills don’t have to be very good, you can still earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a day.

The protagonist earns a lot, and the assistant also gets a lot of commission. The actor also said that his assistant earns 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month following him. At the very least, 6,000 yuan a month is enough to make a living.

Liu Jingheng thought: Being an assistant is great. Everyone's attention is focused on the dazzling leading actor. He can hide away and still get paid. There is no better deal than this.

Qin Du was too embarrassed to tell him the ins and outs, but seeing his determined face, he simply raised the plan:

"Okay, I hope you can realize your life value soon."