"Go to Beijing and replace the cornea." Wang Tianqi said.
Shen Xian smiled and said, “Don’t worry, you are not far from making a lot of money, and it won’t be too far for you to regain your sight.”
Isn’t it far away?
Wang Tianqi has no confidence.
But life has to go on, and we can only take one step at a time.
The two soon arrived at a western restaurant, which was considered a very high-end restaurant in the city. It was on the 55th floor and the minimum consumption per person was 10,000 yuan.
Sitting on the 55th floor, you can overlook the night view of the entire city.
Chen Xian used to come here often and even has a membership card here.
The two of them sat down at a window seat, and the waiter came over, handed over a tablet, and asked Shen Xian to start ordering.
Shen Xian casually ordered two steaks and some side dishes.
"I'll set up a recorder to record our Xianyun Studio's first team building. Do you mind?" Shen Xian asked.
Wang Tianqi shook his head: "I don't mind."
So Chen Xian happily took out the recorder, set it aside, and pointed the camera at the two of them.
“When I become bigger and stronger in the future, I’ll take it out and look through it, and it’ll be filled with memories.” Chen Xian laughed.
Wang Tianqi smiled bitterly.
Which boss’s style is this imitating?
Many capital tycoons also like to do this in the early stages of their business, and then bring it up a few years later and talk about how hard it was for them back then.
Anyway, it's just to give everyone chicken soup.
Although Wang Tianqi didn't think that Chen Xian could become big and strong in his heart, he understood and supported Chen Xian's serious attitude.
Soon the dishes were served. Shen Xian first carefully helped Wang Tianqi cut them into pieces, then poured him a glass of red wine, and then handed the cutlery to him: "I have already cut them for you. There is half a glass of red wine on the left. It tastes good. Try it."
This was the first time Wang Tianqi felt Shen Xian’s attentiveness, and he could only say, “Thank you, Mr. Shen.”
“You’re welcome. After all, you’re the first artist under my company, so I have to be nice to you.” Shen Xian said with a smile.
As soon as the words fell, a sarcastic voice came: "Chen Xian, I think you are really down and out. When will a blind person be able to become an artist?"
Oh my god, Liu Ruyun, are you a ghost? Why are you haunting me?
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