Shang Jingchi turned around and looked around. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Suitable."
Foliu Mountain is not far from the city, only about an hour's drive away.
There are no industrial parks around and the air quality is good. Here you can fully experience the nature and get close to it.
It is very suitable for working people in the city who work at a high pace to come here to rest and relax.
"If it were me, I would build a resort hotel on the top of the mountain that integrates entertainment, medical care, and rest." Shang Jingchi pointed to a place not far away and said, "Except for the necessary load-bearing walls, all the walls in the hotel would be converted into panoramic glass."
Wen Ran listened carefully to Shang Jingchi's words and imagined the scene in his mind.
He murmured, "Doesn't that mean I can see the sunrise from inside the house?"
Not only that, if you do as Shang Jingchi said, you will be able to take in the four seasons of mountain scenery just by lying in bed.
If you are lucky, you might even see a shooting star at night.
Wen Ran was thinking in her heart that she must develop the mountain well after she bought it back.
Wen Ran's eyes sparkled with dazzling starlight.
Shang Jingchi was so fascinated by the sight that he couldn't help but ask, "Do you like it here?"
"Of course I like it." Wen Ran answered without hesitation.
This mountain is so important to her that it can even be said to be her spiritual sustenance that keeps her moving forward.
Now that he finally has time to come here, Wen Ran is reluctant to leave.
She stayed until three or four in the afternoon, and left reluctantly only when Shang Jingchi visibly lost his patience.
After returning to Xishan Villa, Wen Ran answered Mo Feifei's call before changing his clothes.
Afterwards, she said hello to Shang Jingchi, told him that she would come back for dinner in the evening, and drove to Qingyuan by herself.
Qingyuan was renovated not long ago and now looks brand new.
Wen Ran walked along the stone road. There was not even a piece of paper on the road. It was spotlessly clean.
In the living room, the marble floor is so clean that it can reflect people's shadows.
All the furniture has been replaced with new ones. It’s not luxurious, but it’s comfortable and tidy.
Mo Feifei was wearing red plush pajamas, sitting casually on the carpet, her arms resting on the table, staring at a script on the table in a daze.
It wasn't until Wen Ran spoke that she noticed someone coming.
"What are you looking at?"
Wen Ran squatted down beside Mo Feifei and followed her gaze to the script.
Mo Feifei turned her head and was stunned for a few seconds. After she reacted, she suddenly opened her arms and leaned over to hug Wen Ran, pouting in grievance.
"Wen Ran, it's so difficult~" Mo Feifei complained, resting her chin on Wen Ran's shoulder.
Her voice sounded aggrieved, as if she was about to cry any second.
Wen Ran patted Mo Feifei on the back and said, "Why are you so depressed? What happened?"
Before coming, Mo Feifei called and said that there was an urgent matter, but did not say what it was.
Mo Feifei let go of Wen Ran, her face drooping. "I wanted to invest in a short drama, but who knew it would be so difficult? I still haven't made any preliminary preparations."
Mo Feifei had originally set a goal for herself to realize her plan, but after so much time, she hasn't achieved any of it.
In addition, some of the company's veteran employees simply refused to listen to her arrangements.
In a fit of rage, she tore up the project plan and called Wen Ran feeling frustrated.
"You've just started, why are you in such a hurry?" Wen Ran changed into a comfortable position and sat cross-legged on the carpet.
The new 80-inch TV in front of her was playing Mo Feifei's favorite children's channel.
The volume of the TV was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to not disturb their conversation.
"I'll be thirty-six soon!" Mo Feifei emphasized to Wen Ran in a heavier tone.
When Wen Ran heard this, he raised his chin and raised his voice to refute.
"What's wrong with thirty-six? When I'm thirty-six, I'll still film and do what I need to do!"
Wen Ran spoke with confidence and enthusiasm. To her, age is just a reference to time, and people should not have age anxiety.
Even as people grow older, they will gain more, which is a unique and valuable gift that age gives to people.
Mo Feifei sighed three times in succession before speaking.
“I just don’t know if what I’m doing is right or not.”
"When I was in the company, there were a few older employees who always looked down on me and refused to listen to me. They simply looked down on me."
After saying that, Mo Feifei clenched her fists and pounded the table, feeling very annoyed.
Wen Ran spread his hands and said disapprovingly, "You are the boss. If you feel that your subordinates are disobedient, just fire them."
"Ah?" Mo Feifei shook her head slowly, "No, no, I haven't shot anyone yet."
Wen Ran instantly became furious.
"Since you don't dare fire people, if someone disobeys you, just run up to them, kowtow to them, and yell, 'Please listen to me,' and see if they listen to you."
"Wen Ran!" Mo Feifei was so angry that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Stop joking with me."
Wen Ran turned his head away, snorted, and ignored her.
Mo Feifei moved her body closer to Wen Ran, hugged her arms, and leaned her head on her arms.
In a flattering tone, he added, "Wen Ran, I'd like to invite you to play the female lead in my first short play."
Short plays have only become popular in the past two years and are loved by audiences because of their concise plots and fast-paced stories.
Wen Ran had never filmed one before and didn't know much about short plays.
"Okay~" Wen Ran responded with a long tone. Her arm was numb from being pressed by Mo Feifei. She pushed Mo Feifei away and said, "Sit down properly."
Mo Feifei sat up straight obediently, laughing excitedly.
The next second she reached under the table and took out a contract.
"We'll start filming after the Chinese New Year." Mo Feifei placed the contract in front of Wen Ran with a smile and handed him a pen considerately.
Wen Ran suddenly remembered that Lu Jingchuan's drama was about to start filming.
Based on this calculation, the filming time of these two dramas may coincide.
Then I thought again, the shooting period of a short drama is short, so it should be possible for the two crews to run back and forth.
Although it would be a bit hard, Wen Ran was never afraid of hard work, she was only afraid of having no films to shoot.
Wen Ran picked up the pen and signed his name in a casual manner.
Mo Feifei's eyes widened. "Why don't you take a look at the content? And the pay?"
Wen Ran put the pen back on the table and waved his hand, "Nothing interesting to see."
Originally, she agreed to Mo Feifei out of love, and she didn't care about the amount of pay.
What's more, Mo Feifei is really poor now, and Wen Ran can't bear to let her take on more debt.
After signing the contract, Wen Ran stood up and prepared to leave.
Mo Feifei grabbed her and refused to let go, insisting that she stay here for the night.
Despite Wen Ran's objections, she dragged her to the master bedroom on the second floor, which was the house she had specially decorated for Wen Ran and left for her to live in.
When Wen Ran walked in, the European-style luxurious princess-style decoration made her eyes light up, and she instantly forgot the idea of going back to Xishan Villa.
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