I earn merit in the entertainment industry

"My family also has a clothing company. The clothing they make is good, but sales have been unable to increase."

"My brother also said that he wanted to make a batch of winter school uniforms for the children in the name of donating materials to see if he could gain some fame and expand the market in the future."

"The production capacity of the clothing factory is okay. Children should be able to wear them in three to five days."

Following the idea of ​​food brands just now, Zhan Haiyang thought of an old clothing factory in City A with a history of more than 20 years.

This clothing factory focuses on high-end business brands for successful people.

The products they produce are high-end products that are closed for half a year and only available for half a year after opening.

How is it possible to sell tens of thousands of pieces at once like street stall goods?

Zhan Haiyang sighed in a funny way: "Little junior sister, this is the first time I've discovered that you can actually talk in such a roundabout way."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

Lin Rong, who had finally come up with a bunch of words of persuasion, was at a loss for words when he exposed her.

After hearing Zhan Haiyang's "little junior sister" who had not yet acted, Lin Rong also changed her tune and finally returned to her true self.

"Fifth Senior Brother, just accept these two endorsements."

"Five artists went together, and you were the only one without any endorsement. This is very embarrassing."

Zhan Haiyang, who was shot through the heart by an arrow, covered his chest and found a feeling.

Yes, as the little princess of the Lin family, you are still suitable for this kind of speaking tone.

"Okay, thank you then!"

Zhan Haiyang agreed simply.

He didn't know what the Lin family's personalities were like, but he knew that Lin Rong truly regarded him as one of his own.

It was really difficult for her. In order to convince herself, she came up with the previous explanation.

This sincerity was presented to him, and if he refused, he would be a bit ignorant.

Maybe he didn't expect Zhan Haiyang to respond so quickly, but Lin Rong's "persuasion" like "thousands of arrows piercing the heart" did not stop the car for a while.

"I see that not only do you not have any endorsements, but you also can't make any donations, right?"

"Everyone enters the entertainment industry to make money. You have been around for two years and now you can't make a donation even if you want to."

"Are you really here to earn merit - what, you agreed?"

She couldn't feel Zhan Haiyang's grief at this time, but Lin Rong realized later that Zhan Haiyang had already agreed.

So he happily decided, "Then I'll have someone contact your agent directly."

"We can sign the endorsement contract later, donate the statement and materials, and we will make arrangements first."

The announcement was already a step behind other artists, but they could rush to send the supplies first!

It's Langlanghua, we can't let my brother lose here!

Zhan Haiyang was furious, "Well, you're right. Just do as you say."

Don't worry about his life or death, as long as the little princess is happy.

It was probably his remaining pride that caused him to be mean-mouthed.

Before hanging up the phone, Zhan Haiyang asked, "Junior sister, why don't you accept these business endorsements from the Lin family?"

Lin Rong's mind had already turned to how to quickly help Zhan Haiyang donate supplies, and she replied casually:

"There are so many properties in the Lin family. If every one of them asks me to endorse them, wouldn't it mean that my face is all over the streets?"

"Passers by would be annoyed if they saw it."

Farewell!

Zhan Haiyang reached out and slapped himself gently, telling you to talk more!

Zhan Haiyang ended the call with Lin Rong, and then called Deng Zian to report the matter.

Deng Zian looked at the artist's father today, one by one, standing up to support the artist, and naturally he had some thoughts in his heart.

He immediately looked through all the resources he had.

She received a call from Zhan Haiyang and immediately became excited when she heard the whole story.

He said that he would start making arrangements immediately and spare all his time tomorrow morning to coordinate with his endorsement signing.

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Haiyang stood in the corridor.

It’s still comfortable to talk to people like Sister Zian and Sister Lan.

Just after being praised three times by Sister An on the phone, Zhan Haiyang felt that all the wounds he had suffered from Princess Lin had been soothed.

Hehe, if Sister Lan were here, she would probably praise him like this.

Zhan Haiyang grinned and giggled for a while.

For some reason, he now wanted to tell Zhou Jingyun about this.

When he reacted, Zhan Haiyang realized that his fingers had already clicked on the dialog box for chatting with Zhou Jingyun.

However, looking at the chat records between the two of them - he always asked his boss what he had for breakfast and for midnight snacks, and Zhou Jingyun responded to him every time with very simple words.

He suddenly hesitated:

The boss would not take him seriously at all for his happy endorsement.

There are so many top-notch artists in the company, and so many of them have endorsements from several big international brands.

After hesitating for a second or two, Zhan Haiyang sighed.

Forget it, he'd better not say it yet.

With this in mind, Zhan Haiyang lowered his head and started typing quickly.

"Boss, are you working overtime tonight? Remember to have dinner on time."

"What do you want for midnight snack?"

Although he had dealt with Song Yuchen, the injury was still in the hands of the boss.

He planned to use the system's "Idiots don't lie" system to such a shrewd boss in two days.

Let Zhou Jingyun's injury heal faster.

So currently, the boss has three meals a day plus midnight snacks, and he has to take care of them as long as he is free.

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Zhou Jingyun cut the steak gracefully.

His eyes fell on the phone that vibrated several times in succession.

The movement of the man's hand did not stop, but his thin lips curved upward slightly.

Calculating the time, the message should be from that little idiot.

In the past few days, whenever the little fool didn't have time to cook dinner for him, he would send him messages at this time.

Ask him compensatingly what he would like for midnight snack.

At this time, Little Dumb should return to City A.

Today they went to Hope Primary School, and the live broadcast was temporarily added, and the effect was pretty good.

Zhou Jingyun recalled the young man he saw in the live broadcast. He didn't put down his knife and fork until the whole steak in his hand was cut, and went to get his mobile phone.

Sure enough, he guessed it right.

Zhou Jingyun looked at the message sent by the other party and naturally clicked on the camera function in the chat software.

He took a random photo of the plate in front of him.

Then type: "Eating now."

"If you hadn't sent me a message to disturb me, I would have finished eating."

The woman sitting opposite Zhou Jingyun watched his actions calmly.

Pei Yanyan slowly put down the wine glass in her hand and raised her hand to touch the curls she had specially made before dinner in the afternoon.

He asked with a tentative smile, "Is Mr. Zhou reporting his itinerary to others?"

What she said was implicit and direct, and she understood everything.

Zhou Jingyun's typing hand paused, and she raised her eyes to look at the woman.