Shen Fang shook his head and looked at Huang Bo: "You can't imagine the happiness of the rich. The Wanchun Garden where we had our gathering this weekend was bought by me for 500 million. It's a gift I gave to Qianqian."
Huang Bo... Dude, I just had one unnecessary question...
You used 500 million to pick up girls?! Seriously?! I really can't imagine the happiness of the rich.
Liu Qianqian practically grinned from ear to ear. Brother Shen Fang really does like me the most!!!
"Boss, boss, over here."
A stupid voice rang out. Shen Fang turned around and saw Old Deng. "What's this? Aren't you from the Central Academy of Drama?"
Why did you come here?
Deng Chao said with a grin, "I heard you went back to school, so I rushed over here to pay my respects to the boss."
Speak like a human.
"Ahem, the boss is a little short on cash lately and would like to borrow some money from you."
How much do you want to borrow?
"500,000." Deng Chao scratched his head sheepishly.
Shen Fang took a check out of his pocket.
"Here you go, this is 1 million. I won't charge you interest on any loans I lend you."
Deng Chao was dumbfounded and quickly waved his hand: "Boss, this is too much, we don't need this much."
Shen Fang smiled and said, "I don't have any checks for less than 1 million. Take it if I give it to you. You must be in trouble to receive 500,000 at once. Let's go, it's noon. Let's find a place to talk."
Liu's Kitchen is a small restaurant not far from the Beijing Film Academy, recommended by Huang Bo.
They made a hot pot with mutton, a copper pot, cucumber strips, and Shen Fang added some sesame sauce. After a while, Shen Fang picked up a chopstick and put it into Liu Qianqian's bowl.
"It's cold, eat more mutton."
Smelling the aroma of the meat, Liu Qianqian couldn't wait and started gobbling it down.
Shen Fang picked up a bottle of Chrysanthemum White wine, saying that this was the only wine that could be paired with hot pot; pairing it with any other wine would make it seem like a less authentic restaurant.
"Tell me, why do you suddenly want so much money? You signed with our company, so you have a guaranteed salary. That money can make you live very comfortably."
Currently, all artists signed with Longteng, from A, B, C, and D levels, have a guaranteed minimum salary. Even if an artist does nothing, their salary will be paid on time on the 1st.
Furthermore, the company also provided a special dormitory building for the artists, located in the Asian Games Village area. The building that Shen Fang bought and stored was useless to him, so it was converted into staff dormitories.
Deng Chao stood up, downed his wine glass in one gulp, and bowed to Shen Fang.
"Thank you, boss. My older sister is seriously ill and is currently hospitalized. We need money, and my father has uremia. I will definitely repay you. I will do everything in my power to do so."
Shen Fang waved his hand, looking at Old Deng's graying hair: "No need for such harsh words. This amount of money is nothing to me. If you're sick, just focus on getting better. Go do what you need to do and calm down. The fact that you have this thought proves you're a filial and conscientious person. I'm helping you because I think highly of you. Alright, now that you have the money, take your time with your treatment. If you need more, come back to me. Keep a peaceful mindset. I don't want to try to persuade you to think this way. Just let me know if you need help."
Old Deng was deeply moved.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she said, "Boss, I really don't know how to thank you enough. My life belongs to you."
Shen Fang glanced at Old Deng: "Alright, a grown man wiping away tears in front of me, what, do you want me to cry for you too?"
Huang Bo patted Old Deng on the shoulder: "Brother, everyone has their own destiny. There's no use in worrying. Come on, let's have a drink. Look at you, how old are you? Your hair is already white. You're in such a hurry. If you have any problems, go find Fang'er. He can settle things for you. Come on, let's have a drink."
Old Deng nodded and poured himself another full glass. He downed it in one gulp. He'd been frantic lately. His boss wasn't in the country, his agent wasn't in the country either, and he had no other options but to work desperately to earn money for his sister's and father's medical expenses. He did any kind of work, practically doing the work of ten people. But his sister had cancer, and his father had uremia. He was just a college student; how much money could he possibly have? Today, Shen Fang gave him 100 yuan without asking any questions. His sister's and father's lives could be saved.
The heavy weight on his heart was finally lifted. He had been feeling suffocated by it all this time, but Shen Fang appeared and saved him.
Unsurprisingly, Old Deng had drunk too much.
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