Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

This feeling made Hong Jingtong unhappy, but seeing Wen Qian's calm appearance, she must be troubled when she said what was in her heart, so let her be.

Wen Qian knew that Hong Jingtong would not lie, so she asked him to go back to work, and asked the accountant to bring the accounts. If a studio wants to grow bigger, the accounts are very important.

You can't just listen to Tu Meiling's personal, saying that if you make a profit, you will make a profit. It is safer to check it yourself.

Tu Meiling took care of the accounts very well, and every transaction was very clear, Wen Qian didn't need to bother to read it.

The head of the finance department looked at Wen Qian nervously, for fear that Wen Qian would find fault with her accounting.

"Very good, keep it up, you go out first."

Wen Qian did not hesitate to praise her.

The head of the finance department was a little flattered by the praise, and after going out, he went back to his station secretly holding the account book, full of energy.

The news of Wen Qian's coming to the studio was leaked by someone, and trouble came to her soon after work in the afternoon.

"Sir, sir, you cannot go in."

Wen Qian's secretary blocked the voice from far to near. As soon as Wen Qian heard the sound and raised her head, she saw an ordinary-looking man with bean eyes arguing with the secretary.

Seeing that everyone had already barged in, Lingqian quickly admitted his mistake: "President Wen, I can't stop him."

The man sat down carelessly, as if he didn't take Wen Qian seriously.

"It's okay, you go out first."

The secretary gave the man a displeased look, and went out reluctantly. He injured his arm in an argument with the man just now, so he had to take medicine quickly.

"Let me introduce myself. My surname is Zhang and I am a screenwriter."

Wen Qian nodded, expressing that she understood that the person who came to them was either the director or the screenwriter.

But she was curious, where did his sense of superiority and self-confidence come from.

"Vincy."

With an expected expression, screenwriter Zhang took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, which looked like a script.

"I was blocked by Mr. Tu the two times I came here before. Now that you are out of the mountain, you can help me dub."

If it weren't for Wen Qian's high commercial value now, he wouldn't want to find her.

The assistant took a few steps forward, blocking screenwriter Zhang from looking at Wen Qian's disgusting face that was about to drool.

"President Tu has blocked you twice, I think it's obvious what we rejected."

"I think President Wen is in charge of Lingqian's studio, not President Tu."

Sow discord?The rank is too low, and Wen Qian looks so brainless?
Screenwriter Zhang was blocked by his assistant from looking at Wen Qian, so his eyes naturally fell on her.

I didn't notice when I came in before, although the assistant next to Wen Qian is not as good-looking as Wen Qian, but he barely catches the eye.

"Director Zhang, Mr. Tu and I have the same idea, please go back."

However, screenwriter Zhang didn't seem to understand.

Wen Qian refused to accept his script because she wanted money. The price he offered was already very generous, but Wen Qian was not satisfied.

Yin Yang changed his tone strangely: "Mr. Wen is really hard to invite. I admit that the first two times when my assistant came forward, I neglected you a bit, but now that I am here in person, it is better for Mr. Wen to be more aware of current affairs."

Wen Qian's eyes widened. Did screenwriter Zhang really not understand her rejection, or did he feel too good about himself?
Since he wanted to show off, Wen Qian didn't stop him, and leaned lazily on the sofa. She was just tired from reading the bills, so it would be nice to send someone who likes to sing a one-man show to relieve her boredom.

"If Wen always feels that the salary is too low, I can add more, it's easy to discuss."

The assistant didn't like his look and tone, but Mr. Wen didn't give an order, and she couldn't drive him away.

"Come and show me the script."

Screenwriter Zhang said it so well, and she has a sense of superiority. The script must be very good, and she might not be able to accept it.

The assistant selected two books and handed them to Wen Qian.

Screenwriter Zhang smiled smugly. He said that Wen Qian was different from Tu Meiling. She wanted to accept the script, but Tu Meiling couldn't stop her.

Wen Qian opened the title page, the cover was well done, but Wen Qian's face changed when she saw the first page.

This is also called a script?Then this is definitely the most random script she has ever seen.

There is no introduction of the characters and scenes at the beginning, and the actors are not decided. The second page directly talks about the plot. At the beginning, it was nothing. The more I read Wen Qian, the more angry she became.

Screenwriter Zhang knew that their script was crude, but Wen Qian didn't have to be so obvious, he was still sitting here, too ignorant.

"How is it? The script is simple, and it's easy for you to work."

Wen Qian slammed the script onto the table with force on her wrist: "Director Zhang, how much do you plan to pay me?"

Screenwriter Zhang was overjoyed, Wen Qian agreed, and stretched out five fingers: 500 million.

Wen Qian's price in the industry is only about 400 million, and the price he offered is also helping Wen Qian improve her status.

"Screenwriter Zhang, are you kidding me? During this period of time, there have been countless invitations to our President Wen to come out, and the asking price has already reached this amount."

The assistant made a seven.

But Wen Qian didn't pick up any of them, so she picked up one for the sake of Hu Xie and Mei Nian.

Even so, which one of the other directors and screenwriters is not polite to Wen Qian? The screenwriter Zhang got the news how many years ago, and 500 million is too much to say.

Screenwriter Zhang blushed from the assistant's words, and became angry from embarrassment: "What are you, I'm talking to you President Wen."

The assistant snorted coldly, looking down on someone, she still has the right to kick someone out in Lingqian's studio.

"She's right, screenwriter Zhang, please go back."

After reading the script, she couldn't arouse any interest in it.

Humiliated by the two women, if screenwriter Zhang doesn't get the place back, he will definitely be laughed at by his friends when he goes back.

He snatched back the script and walked up to the assistant. Although he was a man, the assistant was a Lianjiazi, so he was half a head taller than screenwriter Zhang.

"Mr. Wen, the assistant will also take orders."

"No." Her main duty is to protect Wen Qian and not to accept orders.

"Tsk tsk tsk, with such a good voice, it's a pity not to take orders."

Screenwriter Zhang stared nakedly at the assistant's throat, and in front of Wen Qian, his stubby fingers were about to touch it.

Wen Qian was angry, she slapped the table and stood up.

Screenwriter Zhang shrank his hands in fright, and the assistant retreated to Wen Qian's side. Standing too close to him made her feel sick.

Press the shortcut number: "Security, come up and ask a guest out."

Screenwriter Zhang looked ugly: "Wen Qian, how dare you chase me away!"

"Hearing you talking nonsense here for so long has already given you enough face, why, do you still want to stay for dinner?"

Wen Qian even changed her honorific title, which shows that she was really angry.

The security quickly came up to take screenwriter Zhang away, and before leaving, he gave Wen Qian a vicious look, not to mention a little panicked.