Grandpa Song first strolled around the courtyard with Yan Qiao. The rustic atmosphere here made him feel that it matched his treasures very well.

"With three entrances and three exits, and the main gate located in the southeast corner, your courtyard house must be quite old."

Yan Qiao nodded. "My mother said that this courtyard house used to be inhabited by officials from the Qing Dynasty."

An official's residence cannot have its main gate in the exact center, so it is placed in the southeast corner.

Old Master Song seemed to be deep in thought, "Every brick, every tile, every tree, and every blade of grass here is quite old."

Especially since there are two Chinese toon trees in the yard, Yan Qiao couldn't even hug them with her arms outstretched, so they must be much older than the old man's.

“Qiaoqiao, you did a great job. This courtyard can’t be demolished and rebuilt, it can only be renovated. They are all old objects, so we should preserve their original flavor so as not to destroy the traces left by history.”

What he said was exactly what Yan Qiao had thought.

"Grandpa, this is the back building. Most of the things are piled up here. Please take a look first, I'm going to see a friend."

Yan Qiao greeted Ying Tiantian, "This is my grandfather. He's here to look at some old things."

Every day, I see the old man take out the cotton gloves he always carries with him; he looks quite professional.

"Your grandfather is an expert?"

Yan Qiao shook her head. "No, my grandfather is a junk collector, so he knows a bit about old things."

Ying Tiantian's expression was somewhat complicated: "Yan Qiao, do you have some misunderstanding about junk? These things may be old, but they're not junk!"

It's an antique!

Yan Qiao smiled and said, "In my grandfather's eyes, they are all the same. He understands very well. I'm not going to say anything more. I'm going to the interview now."

Yan Qiao had already cleaned up the living room and bedroom in the main courtyard and added some simple furniture.

When she arrived, Pei Xiang and the interviewer she brought were already seated.

The main reason was that the man beside Pei Xiang was so imposing that Yan Qiao couldn't take her eyes off him.

This man is incredibly handsome.

She swore that in her nineteen years of life, this man was simply the epitome of male beauty she had ever seen; she couldn't hide her amazement.

"Are cameramen this picky about looks these days? Xiangxiang, you didn't just grab any male model to fool me, did you?"

Pei Xiang felt guilty. If Pei Jingzhan hadn't coerced and tempted her, she wouldn't have helped him deceive Yan Qiao.

"This is a distant relative of mine. His family went bankrupt, so he had to come out to work."

Yan Qiao suddenly realized, no wonder, he had such an air of nobility, he must have come from a wealthy family.

Pei Xiang smiled and said, "He's not picky about salary, as long as it includes room and board."

Yan Qiao looked him up and down. "Sir, you could actually earn more as a male model than here. Your face is perfect for modeling."

Pei Jingzhan raised the corners of his lips: "Thank you for the compliment. My elders have taught me not to show my face in public."

Pei Xiang smiled ingratiatingly, "My distant relative is rather conservative in her family."

Yan Qiao suddenly remembered the mysterious man she had encountered at the Xi family's banquet who refused to lend a hand.

"Ah, conservative, I understand. I've met some rather conservative men before, you might not even be as conservative as him. He was like Liu Xiahui, he wouldn't even shake hands. I thought he was impotent at the time."

Pei Jingzhan's face stiffened slightly. If Yan Qiao hadn't never seen his true face, he would have thought that Yan Qiao was mocking him.

Pei Xiang blinked frantically at Yan Qiao, trying to warn her to watch her words.

Yan Qiao realized what was happening and quickly explained, "Sir, I didn't mean you're not good enough. Please don't mind me. I just thought of that person."

Pei Jingzhan took a deep breath, curled his lips into a smile, and suppressed the urge to kill someone.

"fine."

As long as Yan Qiao could tolerate Li Qiao's irritatingly sarcastic expression, she wouldn't refuse him just for his face.

If Li Qiao were here, he would definitely feel triumphant.

Yan Qiao is indeed Pei Jingzhan's nemesis.

After their casual conversation, Yan Qiao asked him to introduce himself.

Pei Jingzhan only said one sentence: "I am Pei Bingjun."

Yan Qiao was taken aback. "That's all?"

That's really concise and to the point.

Since he wouldn't tell her, Yan Qiao had no choice but to ask him herself.

Where is your resume?

Pei Jingzhan: "I don't need that."

Yan Qiao: "..." Who exactly is the interviewer here?!

Pei Xiang covered her face. She should have reminded Pei Jingzhan earlier how to be a qualified interviewee.

"Does Mr. Pei know how to use a camera?"

Pei Jingzhan: "Do you have a camera?"

In other words, can someone afford a camera in a place that can only offer a monthly salary of 3,000?

Yan Qiao: "..."

She was certain she saw mockery in Pei Jingzhan's eyes!

Who's really the boss here?!

"I haven't bought a camera yet, you can make do with your phone. Have you ever done photography?" The poor boss Yan Qiao chose to swallow her anger.

When I'm rich, I'll finally be able to hold my head high in front of them.

"Having won multiple world-class photography awards, are you satisfied?"

Yan Qiao raised an eyebrow and asked, "If you're so great, why did you come here?"

My family went bankrupt.

Yan Qiao's gaze fell on his cufflinks. "Mr. Pei, any one of those buttons you wear could be enough to support you for quite some time."

This suit is also a custom-made one.

Nothing about him was cheap.

Even a single strand of hair exudes an air of nobility.

Pei Jingzhan gave a forced smile: "This is my only possession, I can't sell it."

Yan Qiao chuckled, "Mr. Pei's way of expressing his longing is quite peculiar. Compared to the other interviewees, what advantages do you think you have?"

Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow, "Do you have other interviewees here?"

The subtle mockery has returned.

Yan Qiao held her breath, thinking, "We're just interviewer and interviewee, you've overstepped your bounds!"

"There will be some in the future."

Pei Jingzhan said calmly, "I'm cheap."

He was so confident and self-assured that he left Yan speechless.

"Are you available to go to work now?"

Pei Jingzhan said, "Okay."

Yan Qiao nodded. "You'll have a trial period first. Now come with me to film a video. If it goes well, you'll officially start working tomorrow. You'll have eight days off a month, but it will only be time off in lieu of other days."

Pei Jingzhan had no objection and asked, "Where is the photography equipment?"

Yan Qiao was even more self-righteous than him: "I'm poor. Even your salary is only 3,000. How can I afford equipment?"

Pei Jingzhan scoffed, "Do you expect me to bring my own?"

Yan Qiao glanced at him and said, "Mr. Pei, if I had money, would I need to go to you for such a low price?"

Pei Jingzhan: "..."

Yan Qiao has sent all of his men to mine in Africa.

"Take the photos with your phone first, then edit them for me tonight. If it's okay, you can officially start work tomorrow," Yan Qiao said.

Pei Jingzhan calmly stood up. "Sorry, I don't accept overtime work after 8 PM."

Yan Qiao: "...Don't you have any self-awareness as an interviewee?"

"Interviewees also have human rights."

Yan Qiao gritted her teeth, "Then please finish it before eight o'clock and send it to me!"