These conditions don't seem much better than the brokerage firms that Shang Yechu had screened out. That's being polite. To put it bluntly, this company has practically written "a makeshift operation" on its signboard, and it looks like it could run away at any moment.

It's not that Shang Yechu is bragging. If she didn't have memories of her past life, the moment she saw this email, Shang Yechu would only think that Qingping Entertainment's courage was commendable.

Looking at the contact information left in the email, Shang Yechu couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

She was going to see Ji Juntao.

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Shang Yechu was always a person who valued time. As soon as she said she wanted to see Ji Juntao, she immediately added his contact information and arranged a meeting place and time. Both of them were people who valued time, so everything was arranged very quickly.

The place Ji Juntao had arranged to meet was a place called Tianchi Building. The name sounded incredibly imposing, but Shang Yechu spent ages circling around in a taxi, using the navigation, before finally finding it. It was just an old, run-down office building on the outskirts of the city—a complete misnomer.

Fortunately, the agreed time was 11:00 AM, and Shang Yechu had left early, otherwise they would have been late for their first meeting.

Upon entering the office building, Shang Yechu noticed that although the exterior looked dilapidated, the interior was quite nice. The style was simple and clean, the facilities were plentiful, and despite its small size, it had everything one needed. It could be described as having a glittering exterior but a luxurious interior. He immediately felt a sense of goodwill towards it.

Although it's still a small, struggling company, it's in good spirits.

Shang Yechu walked and looked around for a full half hour before swinging up to the top-floor conference room, the place where she had arranged to meet Ji Juntao.

Recalling Ji Juntao's sharp, domineering, and unapproachable demeanor from her memory, Shang Yechu felt a slight tension and couldn't help but chuckle at her own cowardice.

With a creak, Shang Yechu pushed open the door.

There was only one person in the office, hunched over their desk, writing and drawing; they looked like a clerk. Shang Yechu glanced at the clock—10:30 AM, half an hour early. No wonder Ji Juntao wasn't in the office.

Just as Shang Yechu was about to speak, the clerk who was writing at his desk looked up and glanced at Shang Yechu.

Upon seeing that face, Shang Yechu was taken aback and didn't even hear what the other person was saying.

"Ms. Ye Chu!" the clerk repeated, standing up and walking to Shang Ye Chu. "Please come in, I didn't expect you to arrive so early."

Shang Yechu looked at the clerk in front of her with a surprised expression.

This was Ji Juntao from several years ago—compared to Shang Yechu's memory. She wore black-rimmed glasses, and her delicate face still showed signs of youthful innocence and naivety. She looked refined, elegant, and scholarly. Her hair was cut at a medium length, and her makeup was somewhat unrefined, like the kind of college student you could easily find in a university town.

In the distant future or perhaps in the past, she will grow into a rising star in the entertainment industry, giving headaches to figures like Xu Guanjun and Mai Zhenye. But at this moment, Ji Juntao is just an ordinary young woman.

Ji Juntao looked at Shang Yechu with some curiosity: "Ms. Yechu?"

"Ah." Shang Yechu extended her hand and shook hands with Ji Juntao. "Hello, I'm looking for Ji Juntao. I arranged to meet her at eleven o'clock."

Ji Juntao smiled and said, "I am Ji Juntao. Please come in. I didn't expect you to arrive so early."