My poor boyfriend became the richest man after being dumped by me

While Su Qiao was half asleep and half awake, the phone rang suddenly, and she picked up the phone.

Caller: Satellite

"what happened?"

"It's done! Qiaoqiao! Miko's peach juice has settled for you, and the reward is 60!" Satellite was overjoyed.

You must know that Pineapple Entertainment has been in operation for more than three years, with losses every year and overdrafts every month, and finally made a big deal!

For artists who have just debuted, endorsement fees are generally hundreds of thousands. Unless they are first-line stars, they can only get the million-level level. Miko is already close to the upper limit.

It depends on other people. I wish I could go out to set off fireworks today. Su Qiao gave a faint "oh". cup difference.

He has obtained too many substances, and he is no longer happy because of them.

That night, to celebrate, Satellite invited Su Qiao to a meal at a small hot pot restaurant near the company.

The business in the store is booming, and the heated house is full of men, women, old and children, crowded and lively.

Su Qiao doesn't eat hot pot very often. One is that his family thinks it is unhealthy, and the other is that his friends don't even eat hot pot at parties.

Dinner with friends, in Su Qiao's previous circle, there will be a yacht party, drinking champagne, eating cold meals, and sitting together at the top Michelin restaurant when they are cooked, eating a quarter of the food on the plate. You have done enough.

Eating hot pot is too smoky, and it's not decent at all after eating the whole body.

"Please help me get another pair of serving chopsticks." Su Qiao raised her head and said after finishing ordering.

The waiter was a 50-year-old aunt, "What chopsticks?"

"Bring an extra pair of chopsticks." Satellite didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at him, "You're too particular, you don't clean, you don't get sick after eating, and you eat hot pot, it's all sterilized at high temperature, what are you afraid of?"

Su Qiao put down the menu and was very serious: "Helicobacter pylori can be spread through shared meals."

"what is that?"

"A kind of bacteria." Su Qiao cherished words like gold.

Satellite held his chin with both hands and looked at him with interest, "Qiao Qiao, I think you are so interesting."

On the one hand, there is a bit of hypocrisy and nitpicking, which makes people feel delicate when placed on a man; on the other hand, it is the self-confidence that does not eat the fireworks of the world, and a little bit of sharp-edged arrogance. Prince in distress.

"You don't have to look at me like that, eat quickly." Su Qiao opened a can of sesame oil and handed it to him.

Weixing smiled and nodded. When he saw Su Qiao for the first time, he felt that Su Qiao would not last a month. The entertainment industry was so chaotic and he could eat people without spit out his bones. He guessed that Su Qiao would cry and go back to find his father in less than a month.

Unexpectedly, a few months have passed in a flash, Su Qiao is very good, serious in work, open-minded and upward, completely different from the rich second generation in the greenhouse he imagined.

Halfway through the meal, Su Qiao got up to pay the bill. Although Weixing said to invite him to dinner, how much money Weixing can have, and plans to get married and buy a house, which can help save some money.

The cashier at the front desk is a young girl, lying on the counter weakly, with a frizzy ponytail.

Seeing Su Qiao, her eyes lit up, she immediately stood up, her face flushed, and she stammered, "It's really you..."

This is the first time Su Qiao encountered such a situation, she was stunned for a moment, then she nodded calmly, "How much?"

"Wait, I'll do the math." The little girl frantically tapped on the keyboard, the originally dark computer screen lit up, and the advertising page of the adult college entrance examination flashed away.

She looked embarrassed, "A total of 218."

Su Qiao scanned WeChat to pay, the little girl bit her lip, hesitated to speak, and whispered: "Can you sign for me? I really like your play!"

"Okay." Su Qiao was as nervous as she was, and grabbed a lot of people who struck up a conversation, but never met fans.

The little girl rummaged in the drawer under the counter, only to find a piece of crumpled paper, which looked like it was torn from a homework book, and some English words were copied on it. She blushed badly, "I'm sorry, only this."

Su Qiao took it, picked up the pen, and wrote her name neatly.

Hesitate for a second.

Another line was written under the name.

[If a person has the ambition, everything can be done, encourage each other. ]

The little girl looked at the words he wrote, and her eye circles instantly turned red, and Su Qiao gave her a cheering gesture.

Su Lihua often used this sentence when he started his business, but Su Qiaoquan ignored it, and now he often uses it to encourage himself.

When going out, Satellite saw the smile on Su Qiao's face, and laughed too, "What's so happy about it?"

"Some people say they really like my plays."

Su Qiao walked briskly and jumped down the stairs with a few strides. He has heard too many compliments. Some people love his face, some people love his generosity, some people love his kindness, but this is the first time someone said to him, "I I like your play."

This sense of accomplishment and satisfaction is unprecedented.

suddenly see the light.

He suddenly, really wanted to be a good actor.

It's not due to debts, nor is it a whim, but I really want to do this thing well.

Before Su Qiao, he never thought about what he wanted to do. It was his lifelong plan to be an ignorant and idle noble son. There is no dream. The dream of others is to struggle for a lifetime and then live a life like his. live?

He has already stood at the end, so there is no need to have a dream, just enjoy life and it will be over.

But now, he is extremely sober, knowing what he wants and what he doesn't want.

Passers-by at the bus station at night were bloated, and the cold wind blew on the face, and a thin layer of snowflakes fell on the steps, which had not yet melted.

Su Qiao bent down and wrote a line of words on it with her index finger.

Satellite turned his head, looked curiously, and read: "In the severe winter, I finally know that I have an invincible summer."

Su Qiao wiped the snow from her hands, put her hands in her warm pockets, shrugged, "Camus' Summer Collection."

"Who is Camus?" Satellite scratched his head.

Su Qiao smiled lightly, noncommittal, hooked his shoulder, "Go, please take a taxi."

Although Su Qiao is guarded like a cloud, the public opinion on the Internet will not let him go easily because of his firm will.

After Miko officially announced the spokesperson for the new peach juice, the entire Weibo fan base was blown away.

It's not how popular Su Qiao is, but as a newly debuted artist, it's unprecedented to endorse a brand with a high popularity like Miko.

For an artist, film and television works determine popularity, and variety show magazines are a way to attract fans, but endorsements are an important point in determining the commercial value of an artist.

After all, endorsers are all businessmen, and businessmen only care about money. Miko's choice of spokesperson for a new product this time is all the capital to advertise widely. This artist is valuable.

There is nothing wrong with buying this blue-chip stock.

Under Miko's official announcement video, a hundred flowers bloomed.

[My brother is so pretty, I set the alarm to get up at 1 o'clock tonight to buy Miko. ]

[The screenshot is taken softly, does this face really exist!Seeing the peach juice around his mouth, I want to make him out of clay...]

[What kind of celebrity is Su Qiao, why should he endorse Miko?I predict that Miko sales will be the lowest this month. ]

[Is there something wrong with Miko?What kind of ghosts and snakes are you looking for, and I will never drink your stuff again. ]

[I advise Su Qiao's fans to hurry up and control the sales, [smiling with squint eyes] How much is a bottle of drink, please support your [-]th-line idols. ]

[God-given look, he lay in the snow like an angel, a friend of mine said she wanted [the sun]. ]

Under the comments, there was a marketing account who questioned how Su Qiao got Miko's endorsement through which channel. The connotation was that Su Qiao was a resourceful man with someone behind him.

The melon-eaters who don't know the truth followed the discussion, discussing who is the father behind Su Qiao.

Miko’s official Weibo clarified in time and posted a Weibo, which attached the interview requirements of Miko’s spokesperson, “The new product Miko Peach Juice is pure natural, low in calories, fresh and sweet. We interviewed nearly a thousand people based on the characteristics of this product. Mr. Su Qiao's temperament is the most suitable for our products, please don't believe in rumors."

The official speech finally stopped. Even if Su Qiao didn't deserve the endorsement, he could only say a few bitter words behind his back.

During this period of time, Su Qiao studied hard at home, bought an electronic course from Teacher X Opera, charged her batteries non-stop, and didn't bother to read Weibo.

At the end of the year, Wu Dong Company's headquarters annual meeting was held as scheduled. The location was selected at the National Convention Center in Rongcheng, and the popular singer was invited to sing. Su Lihua, as Wu Dong's investment consultant, attended with honor.

Su Qiao estimated the end time of the annual meeting, bought a few cartons of hangover milk in the supermarket downstairs, and drove to pick Su Lihua home.

The huge banquet hall was full of people. Su Lihua tilted his head and was chatting with his old friends who had fought. He was refreshed, much better than the listless state Su Qiao had seen before.

Su Qiao put the milk in her hand on the table, "Old Su, how much wine did you drink today?"

"I didn't drink much. If you don't believe me, ask Uncle Gao." Su Lihua quickly winked at Uncle Gao.

Uncle Gao laughed, "Qiao Qiao, your father didn't drink much."

Su Qiao basically knew the people sitting at the table, the old employees and shareholders of the Su Corporation, but except for Uncle Gao who gave Su Lihua a hand in a timely manner, he didn't want to pay attention to anyone else.

Su Qiao politely said a few words, and was about to help Su Lihua get up, but the surroundings became quiet for a moment, and the original chatting voice disappeared without a trace.

He heard footsteps behind him, followed by a cool peppermint perfume mixed with a strong smell of alcohol.

Except for Su Lihua, everyone at the table stood up unanimously, with unanimous smiles and hospitality, "Mr. He, you are here..."

"Come, come, let's congratulate the boss and have a drink together!"

Su Qiao turned his head, He Zhijin's face was as usual, with a relaxed expression, the assistant in a suit behind him handed him the wine glass, and he took the glass gracefully, uttering clearly, "Continue to work hard in the new year."

If it weren't for the smell of alcohol on his breath, Su Qiao really wouldn't have seen any signs of drinking in him.

Uncle Gao drank it first, handed Su Qiao a glass of wine, and said in a low voice of concern, "Qiao Qiao, this is Mr. He from Wudong. You are now in the entertainment industry. Go and have a drink with Mr. He to get to know each other. It's good for you."

Su Qiao frowned, Uncle Gao's hand stopped in the air awkwardly, he took it out of politeness, He Zhijin looked at him with serious eyes, turned his face calmly and said something to others.

Su Qiao put down the wine glass in her hand and remained motionless. She had already drank so much, and letting him drink would be harmful to her body.

The people at the table praised him enthusiastically, He Zhijin looked calm, turned and walked towards the hall, followed by his assistant.

Su Qiao stood where he was, looking at his back. The last meal broke up like that. He Zhijin left him in that terrible restaurant with a single word, and he was still angry.

Forget it, forget it.

Su Qiao hesitated for a moment, grabbed a box of milk on the table, and sprinted to follow, finally caught up with He Zhijin at the elevator entrance, he was panting unevenly, "Wait, this is for you."

He Zhijin lowered his eyes, Su Qiao's cheeks were flushed due to the sudden movement, her eyes were dark, she looked at the packing box in his hand, "Milk?"

"Drinking some milk after drinking will make your stomach feel better." Su Qiao adjusted her breathing, thinking, who cares about He Zhijin except herself.

He Zhijin reached out to take it, and the paper box carried the warmth of Su Qiao's palm. He nodded slightly, with a blank face, turned around and walked into the elevator mercilessly.

Su Qiao stared at the closed elevator door, didn't even say thank you?

A brightly lit elevator descends.

He Zhijin raised his hand, the colorful packing box, the cartoon villain with the drawing of jumping rope, [Future Star Growth Milk].

The assistant looked at He Zhijin's upturned mouth, and asked cautiously: "Mr. He, do you still need to prepare hangover tea?"