Chapter 37 "Secretly" Follow

"Mom, what do you think?"

Fu Yining narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

"Okay, but isn't it a bit too crowded to shoot a video in your room? I'll ask them to clean up an empty room for you to use."

Seeing that Song Qingyu seemed to have something to say, Fu Yining quickly interrupted and said, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't rent this room just for you. I just don't want to let my grandson down."

"Okay, thank you, Mom." Song Qingyu understood, but she didn't want to expose her.

Fu Yining nodded modestly, called Mother Hu over and told her to clean up the guest room on the second floor, and left the rest to Song Qingyu.

Mother Hu looked at Song Qingyu first. The latter smiled at her and thanked her, and Mother Hu understood.

It turns out that the young lady wanted it!

Oh, it's really not her who said that. The Madam has been too tolerant recently. A few days ago, when a new girl came in and knocked over the teacup while doing her job without knowing what was going on, she didn't get angry at all. Instead, it was Butler Wang who fired her on the spot.

If Madam could have been as calm and peaceful as she is now, this family would have been stable eight hundred years ago.

So Mother Hu said "OK" and immediately took two people upstairs to clean up the room.

Seeing this, Fu Yining prepared to get up and leave.

Because of the angle, Song Qingyu could only see that she was wearing a white T-shirt on her upper body. Now that she stood up and revealed what she was wearing underneath, Song Qingyu's eyes lit up.

She praised openly: "Mom, you look so good in this!"

"Yeah, I think so too!"

Fu Yining thought to herself that the heroine's taste was as good as hers.

"Okay, I'll go back to my room first, you can play by yourself."

"Okay, Mom."

With Song Qingyu's smile, Fu Yining went straight upstairs to his room.

After closing the door and taking out her cell phone, Fu Yining entered keywords on a social media platform. In a video that appeared under the search bar, she successfully found Song Qingyu's account.

The background of the video is obviously a university dormitory. The familiar ceiling and bed and desk are almost exactly the same as those in Fu Yining's university dormitory.

Song Qingyu sat at the table under the bed, introducing the useful items she had selected one by one in a gentle voice, and the barrage of comments passing by were all expressing support.

The video, which is only ten minutes long, has been played hundreds of thousands of times, which is not easy for a small blogger like Song Qingyu.

After Fu Yining saw it, he paid decisive attention.

The heroine is starting a career, she must support it!

When Song Qingyu saw that her account had a new fan, she immediately thought that the new follower from two minutes ago must be Fu Yining.

Don’t ask, just use your intuition!

Song Qingyu didn't even think twice and directly added the person to the mutual contact list, then went upstairs to find the video shooting tool that she had kept in the bottom of the box.

In the beginning, Song Qingyu used a mobile phone, a computer, and a simple stand that cost nine yuan and nine packages of shipping to gain a group of original fans.

After making some money, she bought more professional filming and recording equipment to improve the quality of her videos. Her number of fans skyrocketed during this period.

They had been with her for quite a while and witnessed her wonderful college years, so Song Qingyu couldn't bear to throw them away and packed them all up and stored them in a box.

Now is a good opportunity to bring them back to the light of day!

Song Qingyu returned to the room, found them, cleaned them, and after debugging she found that they all performed very well. Although their performance was not as good as the latest models, they were still very easy to use.

She has already thought about what to shoot in the first video after the hiatus. After not updating for such a long time, she has to give an explanation to her fans.

Song Qingyu waited for Hu Ma and the others to finish cleaning the room, and took this time to write some copy.

Sitting at the desk, writing in a notebook, Song Qingyu missed the long-lost sense of fulfillment.

"Madam, the room has been cleaned up. Would you like to come and see if there is anything else you need?"

Mother Hu knocked on the door. Song Qingyu put down her pen, stood up and went out...

On the third floor, Fu Yining received another call from Wu Yuan and was trying to find a way to send someone to provide support.

Wu Yuan complained that the studio would not let her go, or demanded that she pay a penalty before letting her go, but this was clearly not included in the contract.

"Sister Yining, you don't know that these people are playing the good cop and the bad cop in front of me because they don't want me to resign. Humph, don't they think about how they treated me before?"

If they had been nicer to her, she wouldn't have been so determined to resign as she is today.

What the hell do you want for a breach of contract fee? Pah!

It's good enough that she didn't ask them to compensate her for her previous overtime pay!

"Sorry for insulting the dog, but what they did was really disgusting!" Wu Yuan now used the excuse of hiding in the bathroom, locked the door, and secretly called Fu Yining.

Fu Yining told her to protect herself and that a lawyer was on the way.

Wu Yuan said she knew, but she didn't believe those people would really dare to do anything to her.

“Boom boom boom!”

"Xiao Wu, are you still in there?"

"What are you doing?" Wu Yuan raised her head vigilantly.

A woman's voice came from outside the door. She was the owner of this studio, named Liu Jing, and also the aunt of several other people (except Wu Yuan).

She was also one of the people who surrounded Wu Yuan just now, accusing her of being irresponsible for resigning after only working for a few months and demanding that she pay a penalty.

Hearing someone knocking on the door, asking her to go out, Wu Yuan said something to Fu Yining, pouted, and pushed the door open.

"Hey, just come out."

Liu Jing changed her stern tone and put her arm around Wu Yuan's shoulders affectionately.

Wu Yuan's body was stiff, and she refused her approach: "Sister Jing, what's wrong?"

She won't accept a slap in the face and a date as a reward.

Liu Jing sighed and said kindly, "Xiao Wu, don't blame Sister Jing for being too strict with you just now. You also know that it is not easy for our studio to get to where it is now, and we are short of manpower."

Wu Yuan thought, is it she who caused the difficulties in your studio? Don't try to put the blame on her!

"I'm not saying anything to you, Sister Jing. If you quit now, what will happen to your clients? They like you so much and they keep coming to you for appointments. Are you really willing to leave?"

Wu Yuan thought to herself, I’m willing to give it up!

"Jing, if you have something to say, just say it."

Liu Jing asked tentatively: "Hey, Xiao Wu, why do you suddenly want to resign? Are you dissatisfied with our salary? If you are dissatisfied, just tell me."

Wu Yuan replied: “Not satisfied!”

"Uh, huh?"

Liu Jing didn't expect that she actually said it, and was speechless for a moment.

At this time, Wu Yuan also understood. If Liu Jing was willing to raise her salary, she would have done so long ago. Why would she hold back until now?

I just think she's easy to bully!

Wu Yuan admitted that the clients who asked her to do their styling were all very nice, but no matter how nice they were, she still had to make a living.

She is not a saint. Her current salary is only enough for her to eat and pay rent, and she can't save anything.

Resign, you must resign!