Chapter 666 Who do you think wrote this song?
"Then I..."
Before Zhong Jincheng could finish his words, Liang Jingfeng quickly slipped away in one direction without even looking back.
"Then I don't know where the investment department is..." Zhong Jincheng muttered. He simply made up his mind, clenched the paper bag in his hand, turned around and walked towards the company gate.
Life or death depends on your mouth.
Entering the company's main entrance, a pretty lady at the front desk saw Zhong Jincheng standing in front of the access control and wandering around without swiping his card to enter, so she politely walked up to him and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes, yes, a manager in the investment department." Zhong Jincheng responded with some stammering. Damn, he forgot to ask Liang Jingfeng what the other person's last name was.
"May I ask your name?"
"The clock. The clock of the clock."
"Okay, wait a minute."
Someone came in from behind, and Zhong Jincheng moved aside a little awkwardly. He stood in the corner with a paper bag in both hands, like a salesman, which was actually true.
"Hello, Mr. Zhong, please come this way." After finishing the call, the receptionist led Zhong Jincheng to the elevator. In the past, Zhong Jincheng might have stared at her silk stockings-covered calves under her hip skirt, but now he had no mood to do so, with only a heart beating wildly in his chest.
He felt that the tension at this moment was no less than being in the college entrance examination hall.
"Daiso?"
Mr. Liang, who had a coquettish pigtail, sat in the company's coffee shop, listening to Liang Jingfeng, who was sitting opposite him, telling him the reason for his visit.
Liang Jingfeng originally just wanted to find a place to wait for someone, so he came to the coffee shop, but he didn't expect to run into his father who was also slacking off here.
Liang Jingfeng: "Yeah, but Dad, I guess you can't help much, so I didn't tell you."
“This involves money. How can I influence the investment department’s decision with just one word? Besides, they can’t make the decision. They can only serve as advisors. Ultimately, the investment committee needs to vote to decide. Unless I’m the head of the company, I don’t even need to vote. I can decide with just one word.” After saying this, Mr. Liang brought the coffee to his mouth, but it was so hot that he almost spit it out.
"Did your friend tell me how much money he needed?" he asked again.
"One hundred thousand."
"That's not bad. The amount is not large. The investment department can probably make the decision on their own. It depends on whether your friend's project can attract them..." At this point, Mr. Liang pretended to ask casually, "Does your friend know Lu Yuanqiu?"
Liang Jingfeng: "Yes, I know him. Lu Yuanqiu himself participated in this project, and the comic plot was written by Lu Yuanqiu."
Mr. Liang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Does Lu Yuanqiu know that he is coming here today?"
“I know that too.”
Mr. Liang did not respond. He was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he shrugged and sneered while holding his coffee. Then he shook his head and sighed: "Oh, you know how to play, you know how to play."
"What?"
"fine……"
On the other side, in a meeting room with only two people, Zhong Jincheng sat on the leather chair that had been warmed by his buttocks, looking at the man sitting opposite him with some trepidation.
The man was in his thirties, wore glasses, and was a bit bald. His expression seemed to clearly indicate four words: insensitive.
He carefully looked at the paintings on the eight milk tea cups, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at Zhong Jincheng. Every time his eyes looked at him, Zhong Jincheng would smile at him dryly, with a very flattering expression.
"Actually, 100,000 is only a small investment for our company, but there are so many small investments that come to us for application. We can't just give money if there's something new and novel. Money doesn't just come out of nowhere."
"Let's not talk about whether anyone will be interested in your comics. The most important thing is that we don't even know how well you make milk tea... Mr. Zhong, tsk, please forgive me for making it difficult..."
"Actually..." Zhong Jincheng grabbed his pants with both hands and explained with a dry laugh: "These characters are all my real friends, including myself and my current girlfriend. The comics will be drawn by my girlfriend herself, and the plot will be written by this "Qiu". I am confident that the comics I draw will be liked by everyone because I have experienced it personally."
The man on the other side hit the nail on the head: "Is it possible that you and your members are a little too self-indulgent? This is just your story, not ours. Who doesn't like a story about their own personal experience? But what does this have to do with us, the consumers? We can't relate to them."
"My friend who wrote the script is very talented. I wonder if you have heard of the song he wrote, which even won an award." Zhong Jincheng was a little anxious. He found that he really didn't know how to negotiate at all. All he could think of now was to try to brag about himself, or to praise Lu Yuanqiu and the others.
"Sorry, I haven't heard of it."
"Would you like to listen to it? I have it on my phone."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhong, I have something else to do, so let's stop here today." The man opposite looked at his watch and stood up with a polite smile.
Zhong Jincheng continued to play the music on his phone and followed behind. The man's expression was already a little helpless. When he was about to push open the office door, his hand paused.
A soothing prelude sounded, followed by the first line of lyrics.
"The mottled desks have grown into the shape of tree rings."
The man with glasses turned around with a look of surprise on his face.
"How is it? Is that feeling coming up all of a sudden?" Zhong Jincheng raised his hand happily, trying to find resonance.
The man with glasses pulled down his glasses and looked at Zhong Jincheng carefully. He seemed to remember where he had seen this student before. He was the bassist who appeared in the city art competition video half a year ago. Wow, this guy has such a low presence.
When Xiao Liang introduced him, he didn't say that this kid was a member of the band.
"Who did you say wrote this song?" The man with glasses put on his glasses and suddenly put on a smiling face.
Zhong Jincheng immediately turned back, picked up the milk tea cup with "Autumn" printed on it, and said quickly, "It's him. He will also create the plot of the comics, which will also include the story of him and his girlfriend."
The man with glasses looked at him strangely, walked back, picked up the "Autumn" on the table and looked at it, then picked up the "Summer".
Zhong Jincheng couldn't stop smiling and quickly turned up the volume on his phone, letting Lu Yuanqiu's singing fill the entire office.
"Isn't the song nice? Haha, we even formed a band together and performed at your company's annual meeting. Liang Jingfeng and I have a very good relationship, and I also know Uncle Liang." Zhong Jincheng began to add fuel to the fire.
"It's useless to mention him, kid. Mr. Liang can't interfere in our affairs." The man with glasses responded. He looked at the word "Qiu" on the cup and was basically certain.
"Ah? Oh..." Zhong Jincheng responded with some surprise, closed his mouth, put the phone playing music on the table and pushed it forward.
As expected, this manager still prefers listening to music.
The project that the prince personally participated in at school came to solicit investment, but there was no notification from above? What does this mean?
There is one more chapter to wait for a while
(End of this chapter)
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