Cities: The Goddess of Salvation at the start rewards ten sets of courtyard houses

"I..." Zhang Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He doesn't even know how many times he was mistaken, am I so unlike the boss?

"Handsome guy, are you a singer or an actor?" A little girl came up and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Uh... I didn't come here to be a star, and I'm not interested in stars."

Zhang Qian thought for a while and felt that he needed to explain.

But before he finished speaking, a little girl laughed and said, "Are you here to apply for a staff member? That's such a pity, you are so handsome."

"Why don't you be my agent."

"And me, handsome guy, we will be colleagues in the future, we must keep in touch more often." Another little girl was also eager to try.

Although the rest of them didn't come over, they still looked sideways.

What is this all about?

When Zhang Qian was about to end this beautiful misunderstanding, two little girls walked over.

"Boss? Why are you here?"

Zhang Qian turned his head to look.

It was Meng Zhenghe who spoke, and Xie Ruoling held her arm. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were full of shock.

After all, a shopkeeper like Zhang Qian, who is a hands-off shopkeeper, would never see him on weekdays. He didn't expect to come so early today, even before the door opened.

"It's you guys, I'm just here to take a look." Zhang Qian said.

"By the way, please explain to them, they seem to regard me as someone who came here to apply for the job."

"Ah?" Xie Ruoling opened his mouth slightly, looked at the little girls, and said with a smile, "This is Zhang Qian, the boss of our company. He didn't come here to apply for the job."

The little girls immediately panicked.

Especially the two little girls who came over to strike up a conversation just now, now they keep apologizing: "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, we don't know..."

And those few who didn't come to strike up a conversation quickly said: "Mr. Zhang!"

"Okay, it's okay, today's incident is just a small episode, you have to work hard in the future, the company will not treat you badly." Zhang Qian had a gentle smile on his face.

Afterwards, he followed Xie Ruoling into the company.

The little girls at the door subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, I was scared to death. I didn't expect to meet the boss."

"The boss is so handsome, and he speaks well. Have you seen his last smile? I like it so much."

"Nympho, stop dreaming, I heard that An Luoyi and the boss have that kind of relationship, we are definitely out of luck."

"Hey, I'm just thinking about it."

Several little girls laughed and discussed.

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After Zhang Qian followed Xie Ruoling in, he went directly to Sister Latiao's office.

After a while, Sister Latiao came.

When she saw Zhang Qian, she was obviously stunned for a moment, and said, "Why are you free to come to the company today? The work at the research institute is over?"

"Almost." Zhang Qian said.

"Isn't school starting now? I have nothing to do, so I'll come and have a look."

Sister Latiao took out two bottles of drinks from the refrigerator and handed him one: "You just need to be happy. By the way, have you written a song recently? The company is short of songs."

"Those composers are still unwilling to cooperate with us?" Zhang Qian frowned slightly.

"That's not true, but the quality of their songs...is not very good, and you know the current situation of the music market, it's not very good anyway."

Sister Latiao looked helpless.

"That's easy, I'll write you a few." Zhang Qian agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, it was copied, and it didn't take much effort at all.

"What I'm waiting for is your words." Sister Latiao smiled and said: "But time is a bit tight, I need you to produce at least one high-quality song a month, can you do it?"

Good songs take time to sharpen.

One song a month is simply impossible, but she has confidence in Zhang Qian.

But Zhang Qian smiled and said, "Don't bother, I can write to you right now."

"Now?" Sister Latiao looked astonished.

"It's now." Zhang Qian smiled, then directly picked up a piece of paper on the table, and started writing on the back of the paper.

Sister Latiao saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so she leaned over.

Zhang Qian wrote very quickly, composing the music first, and then writing the lyrics, as if he didn't need to think at all.

In less than 10 minutes, a song was freshly released.

Sister Latiao picked it up and took a look, and then her eyes lit up. From her eyes, she can naturally see that this song is another masterpiece, no less than the masterpieces of the previous songs.

"Good song."

She said excitedly: "Just this song by Zhang Qian can almost..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qian threw another piece of paper to her.

The second one is fine too.

Sister Latiao saw that it was another masterpiece.

Then came the third, fourth, fifth, and until the fifth, Zhang Qian finally stopped writing and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Oh, I don't need a pen, it's so tiring to write a word."

And Sister Latiao is stunned now.

She looked at the five songs in front of her, each of them was a good song, a masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages.