Ten seconds. Five seconds. One second.
Tang Gu picked up the plan that Jiang Xi had prepared overnight and read it quickly. The more he read, the more amazed he became.
This girl was incredible, a natural born media personality, her tactics were pure mastery. Furthermore, even if he looked at this plan, it wouldn't be of much use; it was completely tailor-made for him. If he promoted it according to this plan, he might actually be able to say what he had told her: create the number one live streamer.
Tang Gu glanced at his nephew who was standing quietly beside the sofa, and his excited blood suddenly cooled down.
Well, to keep such a brilliant person by my side——
I'm afraid his nephew is doomed.
Jiang Xi intuitively felt that something was wrong. This intuition had helped her avoid capture countless times during the year she was on the run, and it had always worked.
She had never thought that there was a threshold in this world that could not be crossed no matter how much she planned: human relations.
As expected, Tang Gu refused, and gave a very dignified reason:
"Ms. Jiang has never run a studio before, so I'm afraid she doesn't understand the difficulties of running one. You can't put all your eggs in one basket. This plan is too radical and too risky for us."
Jiang Xi bit her lip. After just one glance, she knew that the situation was irreversible. She reached out to put the documents in order, put them back into the cowhide bag, and politely said goodbye while carrying her schoolbag.
"Miss Jiang, take care."
Tang Gu sighed regretfully.
Looking at his ignorant nephew, this silly child probably doesn't know what his uncle has given up for him.
Jiang Xi was halfway through pushing the door open when he bumped into a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a secretary knocking on the door. "Boss, Mr. Han is here."
"Mr. Han?!"
A gust of wind blew by, and Tang Gu's chubby figure swept over Jiang Xi like a tornado. She lost her balance and almost fell down, but was caught by a strong arm halfway. Jiang Xi noticed the man's beautifully shaped biceps and said, "Thank you."
She shook it off reflexively.
"We meet again."
The man had a nice voice: "The little angel of the coffee shop."
Jiang Xi turned his head suddenly and met a pair of deep eyes: Thirty million?
She subconsciously glanced at his wrist again. The man had changed his watch again. The dial was starry blue with a globe bezel. It looked quite flashy at first glance. He was wearing a floral shirt and skinny pants. The collar of his shirt was casually open, revealing a large area of skin - a blatant sexual suggestion.
Jiang Xi couldn't help but take another step back.
"Brother Han!"
Tang Gu opened his arms and went forward to meet him. Han Chen took a step back and tapped Fatty Tang's beer belly with his foot: "Stay away, I'm saving this for the beautiful Xiangxiang."
"What's this?"
Han Chen leaned over and picked up a piece of paper.
Jiang Xi then discovered that the buckle of the cowhide bag was loose, and his "arrogant career plan" was scattered all over the floor. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
Lu Hao also helped to pick up the items.
Han Chen glanced at it and said, "Little angel, did you do this?
Jiang Xi nodded and took it.
Han Chen stretched lazily. "Fatty, the little angel looks exactly like when you first approached me about investment."
Tang Gu was stunned.
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