He knew Liu Zi hadn't taken Zhao Qian's ill-gotten gains; otherwise, she would have been arrested by now.
But how can a woman earn so much money in such a short time just by writing?
Why doesn't he really believe it?
"What kind of look is that? I can't drive!"
"Do you have a driver's license?" Lin Yizhou frowned, thinking of something.
"……"
Liu Ziyu jokes? She really doesn't have any.
"By the time you've found a car, I'll have finished my driver's license test."
Lin Yizhou was slightly suspicious.
"Okay, I'll ask around, but I can't guarantee I'll find it."
"Okay, I won't forget the agency fee and the help I've given you these past few times," Liu Zi patted her chest and made a generous promise.
Lin Yizhou...
At noon, Liu Zi bought steamed buns, braised pork offal, and sesame seed cakes from outside, and Foreman Wang and several other workers ate their fill together.
After a hearty meal, Foreman Wang and Liu Zi got together and walked through the entire courtyard again.
"It's almost all cleared now. There are three main rooms in the courtyard, two side rooms on the east and west sides, and two additional side rooms on either side of the main rooms. As for the small room on the south side of the side rooms, only the foundation remains. The land area on the property certificate is 292 square meters, and the building area is 160 square meters. We measured it on-site, and the land area is correct, but the building area should be slightly larger," said Foreman Wang as he walked.
"I inspected the main beams of the house in person; they're all good old wood and still usable. I also had some usable roof tiles removed. As for the missing parts, the area in the east of the city is undergoing demolition, so I'll have someone go and buy some suitable replacements."
Liu Zi felt that her father's influence was unparalleled; Uncle Wang treated her like his own family, saving her money.
"Don't look down on these old things. Let me tell you, the old gray tiles were much prettier and sturdier than the current red tiles, and they match the overall structure of your house better." Foreman Wang was afraid that Liu Zi would think the things were old and not want to use them.
"No, Uncle Wang, I'll listen to you." Liu Zi quickly stated her position, as she loved the authentic style of the courtyard house.
After hearing this, Foreman Wang smiled with satisfaction. Nowadays, many people look down on the original old objects and are eager to make a mess of the houses. You can't persuade them otherwise.
"This is a rough sketch of the completed design. You need to go to the street office to get the necessary approvals for now. We'll start construction next spring," Foreman Wang decided.
Before going home, Liu Zi went to the telecommunications center to get a new SIM card. After inserting the SIM card into her new phone, she immediately turned it on.
As expected of a machine that costs tens of thousands, the feel and boot speed are incomparable to the original one, and Liu Zi is very satisfied.
The phone beeped twice as soon as it was turned on. Liu Zi opened it and saw that it was an incoming call notification.
All the original phone numbers in his phone were gone, but luckily Liu Ci had a habit of writing phone numbers by hand, so he took out a small notebook from his bag and saved them one by one to the new phone.
The call was from an unknown number. After the other party called three times, Liu Zi called back.
"Hello, this is Liu Zi. How can I help you?"
"Ms. Liu? That's great, you finally answered the phone."
The excited voice of a young man came through the receiver, and Liu Zi subconsciously felt that it sounded somewhat familiar.
"I'm Wang Jian from Tomorrow Records. I'm calling to ask you for a song." Wang Jian said politely.
"Invitation to sing?"
Liu Zi was puzzled. Tomorrow Records had previously looked down on the songs she wrote, but how could they have changed their minds so quickly?
"Yes, Ms. Li Fei, who is under our company's management, is preparing to release an album. The company considers that your composition style is very similar to Ms. Li Fei's singing style, so we are calling to extend an invitation." Wang Jian spoke very politely.
Have you heard my songs?
Liu Zi wondered how she could be a household name when she hadn't even sold two songs.
"The song 'At Least There' has become a hit across the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong. Last month, it topped the radio play charts in Hong Kong and Taiwan. I personally love it very much." Wang Jian's words were full of admiration, but his face showed a bitter taste.
Ms. Liu sent a song called "Hidden Wings" to their company two months ago. He thought it was pretty good and reported it to the manager, but the manager felt that the song was not suitable and told him to return it directly.
The song has now been sold to Chang Shao-han in Taiwan, and it's only been a week since its release, but it's already showing signs of becoming a huge hit.
The manager pinned all the blame on him, leaving him speechless with frustration. He could only hope that Ms. Liu Zi would give Tomorrow Records some face this time and write another song for them!
Liu Zi sat down on a bench by the roadside, tapping her fingers lightly on the armrest as she pondered.
She wasn't bothered by Tomorrow Records rejecting her song; rejections were commonplace for her, and even others would have their work rejected because of style incompatibility.
The rejection of "Hidden Wings" only shows that Tomorrow Records lacks vision, and it won't have much impact on her.
What she's thinking about now is how to get Wang Jian to work at her studio. Even though the studio isn't registered yet, once Wang Jian comes, she can go and register it!
"How much salary do you receive each month?" Liu Zi suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.
"Huh? Me?" Wang Jian was stunned for a moment on the other end of the phone.
"right!"
"The base salary is 800 plus commission, which is about 1,000 a month!" Wang Jian didn't hide anything; you can find out this kind of thing easily by asking around.
"I'll give you 1,500 a month, do you want to come and work for me?" Liu Zi directly poached her.
Wang Jian was an employee of her studio in his past life. He was hardworking, dedicated, and had a good eye for talent, having selected many good actors for her back then.
He also subtly reminded her to pay attention to her husband and son, but she didn't listen at the time, thinking he was just meddling.
She remembered that he was already thirty years old when he joined the company, but his voice sounded a little younger now. Judging from the timeline, he should have just graduated.
"I……"
Wang Jian was speechless; this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
"Do you have a private contact number? Let's meet and talk," Liu Zi said straightforwardly.
"Okay, I'll give you my pager number."
Wang Jian hurriedly recited a string of numbers.
"Let's talk in person!" Liu Zi said before hanging up the phone.
Wang Jian stood there stunned as he listened to the busy tone on the phone.
"Hey! What are you spacing out for? The manager just glared at you as he walked by!" A colleague sitting next to Wang Jian patted him on the shoulder.
Wang Jian snapped back to his senses, quickly hung up the phone, and was in a complete panic.
His colleague looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What have you done that you're ashamed of?"
"No, don't make wild guesses," Wang Jian immediately denied.
But the more he denied it, the more suspicious his colleagues became.
Just as he was about to ask again, the manager's voice came from afar.
"Wang Jian, come to my office."
Wang Jian's colleague gave him a "good luck" look and went back.
Wang Jian lowered his head dejectedly. Yesterday, because he couldn't contact Liu Zi, the manager scolded him severely in front of everyone. Now that he's being called again, it can't be anything good.
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