Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1141: Like a Wolf or a Tiger
Nan Yi’s story was bad, but Zhang Jing understood its meaning. And because she understood it, she wanted to pounce on Nan Yi and bite him to death, because she was not in his eyes.
Seeing the change in Zhang Jing's expression, Nan Yi knew that he understood.
"Miss Zhang, the air conditioner is not on. It's quite cold. Hurry up and put on your clothes. A woman should know how to respect herself. As long as she behaves properly, she won't be afraid of any evil spirits or monsters."
"Puh."
Zhang Jing swallowed a mouthful of thick phlegm back into her heart, and all kinds of dirty words exploded in her stomach like firecrackers. She quickly picked up her clothes and put them back on. In less than a minute, her clothes were restored to their original state. She cursed to her heart's content and tried again.
"Master Nan, how can you help me?"
Nan Yi was silent for a while, took out his cell phone, dialed Yi Qianxi's number and called.
"I'll call your classmate and ask her to give me some face. This is the end of Zhang Jing's matter. If there is any problem later, I will give her an explanation."
"Cousin, how did you get involved with Zhang Jing?"
" We'll talk about this later. Just help me get the job done first. That's it for now. I'm hanging up now."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi called Huang Saner again and asked her to give 100,000 yuan to the paparazzi "Bagua Zuojiu" who posted the message, asking him to shut up about Zhang Jing's affairs and hand over everything in his hands.
Gossipmongers and paparazzi only do it to make a living, and they know who they can mess with and who they can't.
Zhang Jing watched Nan Yi make two phone calls. Her situation seemed to see the light of day in the midst of understatement. She was very grateful for her luck in meeting the right person, but she was also very nervous because she couldn't guess what Nan Yi wanted.
Having been immersed in the dye vat for so long, she would not be so naive as to think that Nan Yi would not ask for anything in return.
After Nan Yi finished the call, he patted the sofa next to his thigh and motioned Zhang Jing to come and sit over.
Zhang Jing obediently walked to the sofa and sat down next to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi turned to look at Zhang Jing's profile and whispered, "Are you a free man?"
"Yes."
"That's easy. There's a new entertainment company in Shanghai called Zhenxuan Pictures. If you sign with them, the profit will be split 20% to 80%, 20% to the company and 80% to you. Don't worry, I'm not asking you to be a bonded laborer. From now on, you don't have to worry about film and television resources and fashion resources. You will have everything you deserve."
Zhang Jing regained her composure after leaving the cliff. She was not lost in the good conditions that Nan Yi said. Instead, she asked, "What do I need to pay?"
Nan Yi patted Zhang Jing on the shoulder and praised, "Very good, I like to do business with smart people. You don't need to do much, in summary there are only three things, first, control your mouth, don't say anything that is not conducive to unity; second, control your hips, don't sit on a bed you shouldn't sit on; third, control your legs, walk well, don't run around.
Here's another tip for you. If you are dissatisfied with something in the future, raise it openly and resolve it through negotiation. If you are right, you can make improvements. If you are wrong, someone will point out the unreasonable aspects.
My principle in treating partners is fairness and equality. Everything is put on the table for negotiation and no fuss is made under the table. For example, the two phone calls just now are charged extra, and they are not a condition for inviting you to join. I will charge you 2.02 million, with a down payment of 20,000, and the rest will be deducted from your share. Do you agree?"
Zhang Jing thought for a moment and nodded, "I agree."
Nan Yi stretched out his right hand, "Happy cooperation."
“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”
Zhang Jing also stretched out her right hand and shook hands with Nan Yi. When she wanted to pull her hand away, she found that her hand was being held tightly by Nan Yi. She looked up with a puzzled look on her face.
"Nan Yi continued with a serious face: "Okay, let's talk about work here. Let me make it clear that what is going to happen next has nothing to do with work. Don't worry about it later. Since I said it has nothing to do with it , it has nothing to do with it."
As he spoke, Nan Yi's face became warm, and he put his left hand on Zhang Jing's right hand, and said ambiguously: "Xiao Zhang, you must be lonely in Hengdian alone, come, perform the show for uncle again, this time slower, with more emotion, and preferably a little more flirtatious."
Zhang Jing's cheeks turned red after hearing what Nan Yi said. She tried to pull her hand out, but unexpectedly there was no obstacle. She shook her hand in surprise, "Master Nan, is it really irrelevant?"
"I always keep my word. Don't be afraid. I am seducing you with my handsome appearance. When you see my face, your heart must be pounding. You will wonder how there can be such a handsome uncle in the world." Nan Yi clapped his hands and opened his arms. "Don't be shy. Come into your uncle's arms."
Zhang Jing stood up and ran towards the door quickly, giggling as she ran, "I don't like older people. Goodbye, Nan Ye. I'll treat you to dinner tonight."
When the room fell silent, Nan Yi moved to the window and thought about the gains and losses of the transaction.
Zhang Jing has acting skills and can definitely continue along the acting path. She is also a smart person who is willing to take risks. If Jiang Xuanyan cannot take over Zhenxuan Pictures, she can be used as a backup. If she can, she can separate Zhang Jing's contract and register another company.
Nan Yi, who is about to get rid of a heavy burden, wants to date more young girls to add some color to his retirement life. He only wants temporary pleasure and does not care about the long-term or emotional aspects. He also does not want to use his brain. In this case, the best way is to use money to open the way, but he does not want to use his old capital, so he must have a company to earn money for him to date girls.
We will enter an era of entertainment carnival. It is relatively easy and worry-free to make money from the film and television industry. You can pave the way at the beginning and don't have to worry too much about the follow-up.
Nan Yi's original intention in helping Zhang Jing was for money, not for sex. Nan Yi didn't like her type and she was not within his range of beauty hunting.
After reminiscing, Nan Yi picked up his phone and replied to the text message Wang Xiaomi sent him yesterday.
After the last dinner, Wang Xiaomi frequently sent text messages to Nan Yi, and he replied according to his mood.
In Shanghai, Wang Xiaomi, who was lying dead in the dormitory, had a little man in his mind holding a hard-soled shoe and muttering something to hit Jiang Xuanyan's little man.
Jealous, she was extremely jealous!
Not only her, but other girls in the class were also jealous. Some were jealous of the car, some were jealous of the clothes, some were jealous of the filming opportunities, and most were jealous of everything. Why? She was the one getting all the good things.
Besides jealousy, Wang Xiaomi also felt psychologically unbalanced. Why? How was she worse than Jiang Xuanyan? Why did she get to send her this and that and take her to Xiangxun and Aomen? Why did she choose to reply to her text messages or not? Why?
With all kinds of emotions intertwined, Wang Xiaomi picked up his phone and took a look, thinking that the inbox was still empty, but unexpectedly, three words popped up - in Hengdian.
Duang!
Wang Xiaomi jumped up from the bed and quickly pressed the keys on the phone with his thumb. In less than two seconds, the message was replied.
Wang: "Uncle Shuai, what are you doing in Hengdian?"
Nan: "I have some business to attend to and I want to pick up some girls."
Wang: "Pick up girls? Why not pick me up?"
Nan: "Too close, I'm afraid Xuanyan will be jealous."
Wang: “Don’t let her know.”
Nan: "Forget it, this is not good."
Wang: "Why forget it, I want it. I don't have to go to class tomorrow. I'll go to Hengdian to find the uncle, okay?"
Nan Yi waited for a long time, and Wang Xiaomi started to go crazy before replying.
"No, give me some time to calm down and think carefully."
Wang: "How long will it take to think about it? An hour? A day? Two days?"
Nan: "How about this, you wait for my signal. If you want to start, I'll have someone send you a bouquet of flowers the day after tomorrow. What kind of flowers do you like?"
Wang: "White rose."
Nan: "\(o)/~, let's stop here for now, 886!"
Wang: “(＊￣︶￣)”
Nan Yi had just finished flirting, and over in Hong Kong Island, Nan Youqiong and Boqiong had just met in Boqiong's office.
Nan Youqiong ignored Boqiong's outstretched right hand, opened his arms, hugged Boqiong, put his mouth on her right cheek and smacked her twice, then changed to her left cheek and smacked her again, then let go and said to the confused Boqiong : "Ms. Bo, you are so beautiful, charming and elegant, I am a little excited and offended."
Just now, Boqiong was still criticizing Nan Youqiong's Meng Lang, but now, her thoughts changed. She felt very happy to be praised by a tall, handsome and sunny half-Tang foreign man.
Although she knew in her heart that this might be the other party's trick.
She was right. Nan Youqiong's Meng Lang did have a bit of strategy, but the reason that prompted him to adopt this strategy was because he had a romantic liking for Boqiong.
Fortunately, Nan Yi was not there, otherwise, he would have taken a deep breath and sighed about his family's misfortune. His son had such a damn strong taste, and Boqiong was the same age as him.
After Bo Qiong was in a trance for a while, the clear mind returned. She smiled and gestured for a seat. "Mr. Adam, don't worry, please sit down."
The two of them sat down on the sofa facing each other. Nan Youqiong took out a cigar from the inner pocket of his suit, raised it in his hand and said, "Ms. Bo, is this okay?"
"Please help yourself."
Nan Youqiong's strategy worked. Boqiong unconsciously became a little more tolerant of him, and there was a little more scrutiny in his eyes, a scrutiny of men.
This examination dates back to a long, long time ago, when she heard about a young man named Nan Yi. From hearing rumors to reading information, and from first meeting to getting to know each other, she has always admired Nan Yi very much. Even during the period when her marriage was not happy, she put Nan Yi in the role of her husband and asked herself if her marriage would be happier if Nan Yi was her husband.
Of course, he was just a husband, not a lover. Being born in the Bo family, she and her lover were destined to be unable to be together, and her choice of husband was very limited. Nan Yi was the one she liked best among the range of choices.
A few days ago, when Nan Yi told her that his son would come to discuss cooperation with her, she was already full of curiosity. In the information she collected, there was only a few pieces of information about Nan Youqiong. Only his name and educational experience could be found, and the rest was blank.
When I saw his true form today, I could tell at a glance that he was Nan Yi's descendant. Even though he was half Tang Fan, certain details of his facial features and his temperament were all engraved with Nan Yi's mark.
only……
The two people have very different temperaments. Nan Yike has never been so reckless to her. He has always been polite and courteous, and his enthusiasm is always mixed with a hint of resistance and alienation. But how can the nephew in front of him be like this?
Ethical values and a woman's emphasis on her own appearance collide violently.
At Boqiong's age, it is difficult to touch her heart. The girl's enthusiasm for love has long been frozen, but it is not too difficult to touch her body .
At this moment, Boqiong's mind already had the image of Nan Youqiong pressing her down on the sofa and flirting with her crazily.
This is like being like a wolf or a tiger, with the body leaving the mind eight hundred miles away.
