"So you already have a plan?"
On the phone, Xie Qian's voice was accompanied by noisy background noise. He covered the receiver and walked quickly to the secluded balcony. The cold wind in Beijing in January blew, ruffling Xie Qian's hair. The low temperature did not bother him, but made his mind clearer.
I never thought the capital was so boring before.
A lot of people flattered him because of his family background, some were jealous of him, and some wanted to make fun of him. Whether it was flattery or spying, Xie Qian was not happy.
I really want to go back to Chengdu as soon as possible.
Even getting beaten up while playing games with Wang Xuezha is more fun than being in the same room with these people.
But he couldn't go back to Chengdu now, and Wen Ying's voice on the phone brought Xie Qian some comfort.
"You're the only ones willing to believe me. Screenwriter Zhang and Producer Yuan were certain I couldn't write the script. I do have a draft, and I'll be concentrating on finishing it in the next week, so I called to tell you."
Never let your friendship cool down just because you have less contact.
Wen Ying's subtext made Xie Qian want to laugh.
The brain is small and the mind is small.
Could it be that since he is in the capital and Wen Ying is in Chengdu, their friendship can be easily replaced?
It is not easy to be recognized by him or to be his friend. Once the friendship is established, it is harder to break it than to establish it.
"Write well. Tianjiao Films paid Baodao screenwriter Zhang 500,000 yuan. If you can write a script that's as good as Zhang's and more suitable for Li Mengjiao, Tianjiao Films won't be stingy when paying you."
If Wen Ying had 500,000, what would she do?
Xie Qian thinks Wen Ying will buy a house.
When helping her eldest cousin and her family choose a house, Wen Ying spoke very knowledgeably about the real estate trends in Shanghai, and it was obvious that she had done a lot of research.
If you are not interested, why is Wen Ying studying these things!
The houses in Shanghai will appreciate in value. This is a fool-proof way of investing. It does not require any brainpower, nor does it require the energy to operate and manage like the Shrimp King. It is worry-free and hassle-free, making it very suitable for Wen Ying to invest.
What limits Wen Ying from doing this is funding.
Xie Qian does have 500,000, but Wen Ying won't take it.
Li Zhentao asked Wen Ying to write the script because he trusted Wen Ying and also wanted to pay her. If Wen Ying wrote a good script, she would be able to get the reward fairly.
Xie Qian couldn't help laughing as he spoke, "I'm waiting for you to treat me with your screenwriter salary."
Since my idol has spoken, I have to do it even if I have to.
"Just wait!"
Wen Ying's voice was very energetic when she hung up the phone. Xie Qian thought, isn't that what he is waiting for? He wants to watch Wen Ying rush towards a better future. In the future he expects, people like Zhao Dong who made their living by living off others will not only despise Wen Ying, but will not even be qualified to carry Wen Ying's shoes.
"Xie Qian!"
Someone was knocking on the glass balcony door.
A young man of about seventeen or eighteen opened the door, was filled with cold wind, and bent over to cough.
"You're answering the phone outside alone?"
The young man's eyes rolled. "Why can't you answer the phone in front of us? Are you secretly dating a girlfriend in Chengdu?"
The young man made a joke casually.
If Xie Qian really got a girlfriend, many girls in the circle would be heartbroken.
The girls in this circle who are two or three years older than Xie Qian are either secretly in love with Xie Qian or have had a crush on him in the past.
Xie Qian frowned at the young man's teasing.
"Nothing."
Xie Qian looked at his watch and said, "I have to go back first. I have something else to do. You guys go have fun."
This was a villa provided by a rich second generation. As soon as Xie Qian returned to Beijing, these people held a party in the villa under the pretext of welcoming Xie Qian. While rich second generations from Chengdu like Wang Shuang were still addicted to playing ball and games, the rich second generations in Beijing had already caught up with the international standards in terms of entertainment. In 2005, many ordinary people were still earning a salary of one or two thousand, but this group of rich second generations were already living a life of luxury.
Xie Qian had lived in Chengdu for half a year and had adapted to the slow pace of the city. He became less and less fond of such occasions and left early.
The young man chased after him and shouted a few times, but Xie Qian had already gone downstairs.
The music at the party paused, and a young man with a few strands of blonde hair lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and then sneered:
"Xie Qian thought he was still the sole heir to the Jinhu Group. Who doesn't know about his family's affairs? I heard that the guy abroad is even older than him. What is he proud of?"
Everyone present here has a remarkable family background.
Families like theirs have no shortage of material comforts, but every family has its own problems.
In the past, Xie Qian was Xie Jinghu's only son. Now, the news that Xie Jinghu has illegitimate children abroad has spread throughout the circle. Xie Qian is still so arrogant, and some people can't help but want to step on Xie Qian.
"Okay, talk less. Xie Qian used to be like this too, but I never saw you chattering non-stop."
So what if you have illegitimate children?
If Xie Qian's father had the courage, his illegitimate children abroad would have returned to their ancestral home long ago.
Since they didn’t bring him back, it means that the Xie family still only recognizes Xie Qian.
The truly powerful person in the Xie family is not Xie Jinghu, so there is no need to offend Xie Qian now.
The party music started again, and no one mentioned Xie Qian's departure. A few people exchanged glances, and the young man with dyed blond hair put out his cigarette and suppressed his anger.
——There is still a long way to go in the future, so there is no need to offend Xie Qian now.
With Xie Qian standing in this circle, everyone looks like someone picked up from a trash can in front of the elders. They are really inferior to Xie Qian in every way.
If he were to say, the amazing thing is not Xie Qian himself, but the Xie family’s willingness to support Xie Qian... The fun in Xie Qian’s family is yet to come!
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