You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

"Fuck off."

Just when Qi Yu finished speaking and was about to pull Jiang Qiyu away, Mr. Qiao on the main seat gave him a blank look, and said angrily:

"How did I teach you when I was young, you can solve your own affairs by yourself."

Said, and waved to him impatiently:

"I have other things to do with Qiyu. If you have nothing to do, go to the living room and play with Qiao Xinxin."

"..."

Qi Yu has been scolded countless times since he was a child, and of course he didn't take it to heart this time.

Ignoring the impatient Mr. Qiao, he just turned his head and looked at her seriously:

"do you want to go?"

"..."

But Jiang Qiyu didn't know anything about it.

She looked at Qi Yue, then turned her head to look at the old man who was trying to keep a smile on her face, and said tentatively:

"How about I... go and listen?"

As soon as she said this, Mr. Qiao stood up from his chair immediately.

Squeezed between the two of them, he pouted Qi Yue who was not very good-looking, and happily dragged Jiang Qi up to the third floor.

Qiao Jiangyun seemed to have gotten used to this, and didn't say anything when passing by Qi Yue.

Just patted his stiff shoulder lightly.

-

As soon as he entered the study, Jiang Qiyu saw Mr. Qiao dragging Qiao Jiangyun in, who was following behind.

Then he locked the door behind him.

"..."

She was sitting on the single sofa in the study, staring at the two men in front of her, one older and the other older.

"that......"

"Shh-"

Just as Jiang Qiyu was about to speak, she was stopped by Mr. Qiao, and then the two continued to look at her with arms crossed.

I could see the hairs on her back.

"no......"

She couldn't help it anymore, and just about to sit up with her arms propped up, she was blocked by Qiao Jiangyun with a serious face beside her.

"..."

Soon, her patience ran out.

The few politeness and humility gradually disappeared, and he frowned and raised his eyes to look at the two:

"Look at me, I'll charge you."

But who knows, when she got annoyed, the two of them instantly relaxed their brows and looked at each other with a smile.

"Correct!"

"That's what it feels like!"

Mr. Qiao wandered around to the side tea table and sat down, exchanging glances with his son.

Qiao Jiangyun immediately understood, sat opposite Jiang Qiyu with a calm face, and said to her with a serious expression:

"Miss Jiang, have you considered your future career plans?"

"... what plan?"

"career planning."

Qiao Jiangyun's serious expression did not seem to be fake, and he went directly to the topic:

"We investigated Miss Jiang's family background and work background. To be honest, you are not suitable for the industry of an actor."

"..."

It's one thing to know that your acting skills are bad, but it's another thing to listen to others take the initiative to say it.

Her face darkened again, "Mr. Qiao, what does this mean?"

Qiao Jiangyun saw her displeasure, but the expression on his face was still calm:

"Miss Jiang, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to look down on you at all, I just want to ask if you have considered other careers..."

With that said, he got off the coffee table and handed over the contract that he had prepared long ago.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu concluded the contract with some doubts, opened it and looked at the terms above...

half a minute later—

"You want to keep me?!"

"puff--"

When she said this, Mr. Qiao, who was sipping tea with his ears on the side, couldn't hold back anymore.

A sip of hot tea was sprayed on the leaves of the green plants beside him.

He didn't even bother to wipe his mouth, so he stood up suddenly, and stared at her with a tiger face:

"Girl Jiajia, what are you talking about!"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu squeezed the contract in her hand and pouted:

"Isn't that what you mean? Let me go to the old house in City H three times a month, and give me a year..."

She stretched her fingers to count the zeros on the contract:

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand...800 million?"

Throwing the contract in her hand back on the table, Jiang Qiyu slightly curled her lips: "It's not a nurturing, could it be charity?"

"Miss Jiang, you may have misunderstood."

Qiao Jiangyun took the contract slowly and explained seriously:

"I know this request may be a bit abrupt, but Miss Jiang and Sister She Wanyi are indeed very similar."

"However, Sister She passed away unexpectedly 20 years ago. Due to various reasons, her only flesh and blood was left outside. We only know that it is a girl, but we haven't heard any news about her in the past 20 years. My father..."

Having said that, Qiao Jiangyun paused.

The old man Qiao next to him made a sad expression at the right time:

"My late wish..."

"This contract has no other meaning." Fearing that his father would be too pretentious, Qiao Jiangyun immediately pulled back the dominance:

"I just want to ask Ms. Jiang to accompany my father occasionally as Wanyi's daughter, which can be regarded as fulfilling our family's wish."

After Qiao Jiangyun finished speaking, before Jiang Qiyu could respond, Mr. Qiao raised his voice again:

"It's late—"

"Is this...a part-time daughter?"

Looking at the father and son singing along in front of him, Jiang Qiyu was still a little skeptical about this career plan.

I always feel like there's something wrong with this.

But Mr. Qiao's ups and downs of crying and sobbing, as well as Qiao Jiangyun's decent demeanor, did not seem to be lying.

Besides, even if he lied to her.

Based on the identities of these two people, what are they planning to spend 800 million yuan on?

"Miss Jiang, otherwise,"

Seeing her hesitation, Qiao Jiangyun took the initiative to retreat and choose the next best thing:

"This contract has always been valid. You can go back and think about it first. This is my business card. If you have any requirements, you can ask us anytime."

Jiang Qiyu took the business card with a dazed face, and nodded:

"Then I... think about it?"

"I'm late (↘)~~~"

Shocked by the old man's startled cry, she swallowed and looked towards the door:

"Then I'll..."

"Lately (↗)~~~"

Qiao Jiangyun has always acted like a gentleman, and got up to open the door of the study for her:

"Miss Jiang, this is our secret."

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Qiyu immediately dodged out quickly, leaving only the old man who was still crying in the study and his helpless son looking at each other.

"Late-"

"Stop pretending, people are leaving."

Hearing the sound of the study door being locked again, Mr. Qiao, who had been immersed in grief and unable to extricate himself, immediately stood up.

Not a single tear was found on his face.

The old man straightened his clothes, and squinted at his son:

"How did your father act just now?"

Qiao Jiangyun didn't give any face:

"not so good."

"Tch, you brat have the guts to call me old man with a donkey face?"

The old man curled his lips and poured himself a cup of tea slowly, his tone suddenly slowed down:

"Do you think she can believe this? 800 million is a lot less?"

Qiao Jiangyun just looked at the contract on the table with lowered eyes, and replied lightly:

"I don't know, not many."

After taking a sip of tea, the old man let out a long sigh:

"It's a pity... otherwise it's just a matter of a report card, so there are so many twists and turns."

After speaking, the father and son looked at each other.

What a pity, they tacitly know.