Jun Zechen tilted his head slightly, his eyes calm.
"Is there any cooperation between Yimei Media and Tianguang Studio recently?"
When Mr. Li heard this, a look of confusion appeared on his face. It was just a studio and he didn't know much about it.
However, the assistant behind Mr. Li stepped forward and answered respectfully.
"Mr. Jun, Tianguang Studio recently wants to invite Yimei's top game anchor to endorse and promote its products."
"Which anchor has Tianguang taken a fancy to?"
"Yan Xu."
“Have they signed the contract?”
"Mr. Jun, when Yan Xu first joined Yimei Media, he was already very famous, so the company had very few restrictions on Yan Xu. Yan Xu decided on an endorsement every year, and this year's endorsement has been won by another big-budget game."
The assistant explained the situation in detail, his tone cautious.
"The person in charge of Tianguang came to see Yan Xu today, probably to get Yan Xu to agree to endorse their new game." The assistant added.
Jun Zechen lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding all his emotions, and tapped his fingers lightly on the conference table at a steady pace.
Yaoyao is very competitive, has a strong sense of propriety, and is very suspicious. Since the two of them are not very familiar with each other, if you help her blatantly, it may make her more alert.
"Okay, I got it. From now on, all the information about cooperation with Tianguang will be sent to Zhang Li in detail."
Mr. Li was stunned as he listened, feeling confused.
Mr. Jun, what does this mean?
It’s just a game studio, why does Mr. Jun seem to care so much about it?
But he didn't dare ask more.
Jun Zechen got up and left regardless of what they thought.
He took out his mobile phone, slid his finger across the screen, and his eyes fell on Su Jingyao's [Weiyan] avatar.
It was a photo of herself, with the azure blue sea as the background, her long hair flying, her eyes closed, and an intoxicated look on her face, as if she was enjoying freedom.
There was an unprecedented tenderness in Jun Zechen's eyes.
Very beautiful.
After returning to Huanyu and sitting in the spacious office, Jun Zechen could hardly concentrate on his work when he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night.
Jun Zechen: [Ms. Su, are you free tonight? ]
Su Jingyao, who had just returned to the studio, heard the notification tone of her cell phone and picked up the phone to check.
When she saw the message from Jun Zechen, her eyebrows slightly frowned and her eyes were puzzled.
Today, Jun Zechen hugged her the first time he saw her. This was too abnormal. Obviously, he thought she was someone else. Now he was so eager to ask her out. Could it be that she was treated as a substitute?
A strange feeling arose in Su Jingyao's heart.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
But she quickly shook her head and thought, forget it, if she can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it. As long as she can get the investment from Universal, it doesn't matter if she is used as a stand-in. It's not a big deal. Anyway, Su Jingyao will not let her suffer any loss.
Su Jingyao: [I have time~]
Jun Zechen: [I have reserved a place at Qionghuazhai. I will pick you up in the evening. Where are you? Can you tell me? ]
Su Jingyao sent him the address of a studio.
Jun Zechen: [Okay, I'll drive to pick you up at 7pm]
Su Jingyao looked at the time and saw that there was still more than an hour left. She put down her phone and her eyes became focused. She started working and would take half an hour to touch up her makeup later.
Time passed minute by minute, and Jun Zechen arrived downstairs of Su Jingyao's studio in advance.
When the time was approaching seven o'clock, Su Jingyao walked out wearing high heels.
She was still wearing the same outfit she had worn in the afternoon, simple yet stylish.
Jun Zechen changed into a white shirt with two buttons open at the collar, revealing his sexy collarbone. He looked very casual, completely different from the calm and serious look when we first met today. He even looked a lot younger, and there was no longer the invisible sense of oppression.
He opened the car door for her like a gentleman.
"Thanks."
The car Jun Zechen drove was relatively low-key, a classic pure black Bugatti with smooth body lines, exuding an atmosphere of low-key luxury, and he started the car.
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