"Boss, what's wrong?" Ever since she learned of Bo Qiu's identity, Tu Nian's opinion of him had changed significantly, and once the contract was signed, her hostility was even lessened. Now, whether in private or in person, Tu Nian addressed Bo Qiu as Boss or Mr. Bo, and the respect she held in her heart was undeniable.
"How's your rest? I have a music training program here that's going to last about two months. Are you up for it?" Bo Qiu's recognizable voice came from the other end of the line. He knew Tu Nian was having a lot of trouble, so he gave her a month to sort out some of the chores. Now that the month was almost up, it was time to get back on track with practice.
"No problem. Is the location where it's written in the contract?"
"No. But you go there first on the weekend, and then I will take you to the training location at 8 o'clock. Don't be late."
"knew."
After the call ended, Tu Nian opened her memo. She wrote down "8:00 this weekend, Studio 317, 3rd floor, Bo's International."
"That's it? That's all?" Yuwen Yiyi had been eager to hear some gossip, but before she could even get two words in, the two of them hung up. She didn't even hear the gossip, let alone the family affairs. She felt so unhappy that she crossed her arms and pouted.
Tu Nian didn't even bother to look at her. He took a tissue to wipe his hands and ran to the bedroom to pick out clothes.
As for Yu Wen Yiyi in the living room, she thought about it for a while, and finally felt that this matter could definitely continue to be gossiped about, so she put on her slippers with a smirk on her face and ran towards the bedroom.
"You have to take me with you this time!" Yu Wen Yiyi leaned against the closet and said with a righteous look on his face.
Tu Nian rolled his eyes and ignored her.
Seeing that Tu Nian wasn't buying it, Yu Wenyi suddenly changed her attitude and put on a pitiful look. The hands that had been digging into the wardrobe quickly shifted their positions and moved back and forth between Tu Nian's arms and shoulders. "Take me with you, dear sister. I've never seen what celebrity training is like..." Not only did she massage him, she also blinked.
Tu Nian glanced at her.
"Please..." He blinked even harder.
Sometimes, Tu Nian wanted to poke those big blinking eyes into pieces.
"You, pack up and come here on time at 7 o'clock. I won't care if you're late!"
"Yes, sir!"
The next morning, Tu Nian arrived at Boshi International alone.
Last night, Yuwen Yiyi stayed at her house and refused to leave, calling it "emotional exchange," but in reality, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get up the next day and miss all the gossip. Sure enough, by seven in the morning, Tu Nian had already packed up, but Yuwen Yiyi was still in bed, lingering between the pillow and the quilt.
Finally, after several struggles, Yuwen Yiyi said that it would be better to wait until she woke up to hear those gossip stories. Asking her to get out of bed at this time was more torturous than killing her.
Tu Nian naturally wanted nothing more than to grab his bag and run away. Twenty minutes later, this scene appeared.
Tu Nian stood at the foot of the Bo's International building, looking at the towering figure of Bo's International, which started at 30 floors, and couldn't help swallowing. If Yu Wen Yiyi were here, she would naturally tell her from the perspective of a small rich woman: this is just the normal size of a company.
Tu Nian stared at the four large characters on the roof, gleaming in the sun, and couldn't help but wonder—were the "Bo" in Bo Qiu's name the same as the "Bo" in Bo Qiu's name? She didn't dare to think any further. Bo Qiu's identity as a "second-rate actor" was already appalling enough, but if she added the attributes of the owner of Bo International to the mix, she was afraid she would truly regret her outrageous actions.
But none of that mattered! All she had to do now was to utilize her resources, improve herself, and strive to become Bo Qiu's top singer.
Thinking of this, Tu Nian composed himself and walked into the building with full concentration.
However, this spirit did not last as long as she had imagined.
Upon entering the company lobby, what struck her was not the workplace atmosphere she had imagined, but an undeniable sense of fashion. It was time to clock in for work, and looking around, the people in the first floor lobby were all rushing around, but their outfits were all beyond Tu Nian's aesthetic standards.
It's no exaggeration to say that these employees were dressed to the nines, even down to a small ball. Some wore cocktail dresses and clocked in with a relaxed demeanor; others wore suits and bow ties, clutching reports they were due to submit to their superiors.
In contrast, Tu Nian, wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, stood between them, looking so eye-catching.
Could it be that Boshi International is in the clothing industry? Tu Nian didn't know that this fleeting thought had accidentally led her to guess half of Boshi International's business correctly.
When he came to his senses, Tu Nian smacked his lips, took out the magnetic card that Luo Chi had given him, blended into the crowd as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the time clock machine.
Amidst the rather contemptuous gazes of the crowd, she calmly swiped her card and the sensor door opened immediately.
Walking forward, she found that the elevator was already full of people. She roughly looked at the number of people and thought that if she followed them in the queue, she might not know how long it would take.
It was only the third floor, so Tu Nian decisively chose to climb the stairs.
Studio 317 was not far from the stairwell, and Tu Nian saw the door number after just two steps.
She stood in front of the door and was about to go in, but she subconsciously looked down at her slightly shabby clothes, and her hand holding the door handle suddenly lost its confidence.
What if Bo Qiu complained she wasn't dressed formally enough? Yuwen Yiyi had mentioned this to her during the performance that day. She still had quite a bit of money left from the contract, so she might as well ask Yuwen Yiyi to help her buy a couple of outfits when she returned home today...
Tu Nian was just struggling when she was suddenly patted on the shoulder. She turned around and saw Bo Qiu standing behind her wearing a white T-shirt and sweatpants, with a half-wet, half-dry headband on his head, a bag of milk in his mouth and half a loaf of bread in his hand.
"What are you doing here? Why don't you go in?" Bo Qiu asked vaguely, opened the door, walked around Tu Nian and went in.
The interior was sparsely furnished, with a mahogany desk and a leather armchair, and a few cabinets filled with obscure documents. There were two posters on the wall: one featuring a famous woman from Paris Fashion Week 2019, the other the cover of Harper's Bazaar from the previous day.
Bo Qiu's sudden appearance made Tu Nian feel a little uneasy. When she followed Bo Qiu, she almost tripped over herself.
Tu Nian had been working the streets since she was seventeen, and had witnessed a great many interesting things, both large and small. Compared to her peers, she had a much higher level of societal understanding, but her understanding was limited to the mundane life of places like Huai Street and Yu Street.
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