What's wrong with me promoting my girlfriend as a diva?

The old man was so angry that he was embarrassed.

"It's not easy to manage a company, and you still have to..."

Lin Yixiang was halfway through his words when he looked up and saw Lin Moxue crying, panicking and at a loss. .

"Xiaoxue, why are you crying? I'm not blaming you, I'm... Oh! My mouth!"

Lin Yixiang stood in front of Lin Moxue, trying to explain in a hurry, but he didn't know how to continue halfway through his words, and swung his arm to slap himself.

Lin Moxue was frightened by Lin Yixiang's action, and hurriedly pulled him, choking and saying, "Uncle Lin, I'm fine, I just, I just thought of my dad. Woo woo woo woo."

Yang Yue went forward to hug Lin Moxue, and pulled out several tissues to wipe her tears.

Lin Yixiang and Qiao Sheng, two grown men, looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Qiao Sheng had never made a woman cry in his two lives, and he didn't know how to comfort her at all.

No, he didn't have a chance at all.

He looked at Lin Yixiang, and his eyes were very clear.

You are responsible for comforting the one who made her cry.

Lin Yixiang did have experience, but that was to comfort his wife, and he treated Lin Moxue as his niece.

He did comfort his son when he cried, using a belt.

It's completely different.

Lin Yixiang could only scratch his head in embarrassment.

Lin Moxue's crying was like opening a floodgate, and she didn't seem to stop for a while.

Qiao Sheng slapped his head and pretended to remember something and shouted, "Oh, if Uncle Lin comes, boss, you should show him the song quickly."

Lin Yixiang understood Qiao Sheng's intention from his exaggerated expression and cooperated with him loudly.

"Yes, yes, show me the song quickly. Director Dong Xiang has high requirements for the work. I will consult with you to see if there is anything to change."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Moxue.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Lin Moxue raised her head, her nose and tears were mixed together. Just as she was about to speak, a snot bubble came out of her nostrils.

An hour later, on the sofa next to the company's front desk, the three of them sat around the coffee table.

He contacted Director Dong Xiang's studio through his own connections and asked the staff about the plot of the movie.

After all, he is a long-established singer, and Director Dong Xiang quickly sent the general plot of the story.

Lin Yixiang watched the plot of the movie while humming the song, and was very satisfied with the combination of the song and the movie.

"This song is tailor-made for the movie "Self-Strengthening"!"

Lin Yixiang was very satisfied after seeing Qiao Sheng's Cantonese song.

Especially after combining it with the movie, it can be said to be a classic among classics, and it can definitely become a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation.

After talking to him in Cantonese and finding out that he actually doesn't speak Cantonese very well, Lin Yixiang was even more surprised.

"So Uncle Lin is willing to sing?" Lin Moxue looked at Lin Yixiang with red eyes.

"Uncle Lin, you don't have an agent now, I will pay you the singing fee according to the price of commercial performance?"

When talking about the fee, Lin Yixiang didn't speak immediately, but took a sip of the small teapot on the coffee table and shook his head gently.

"In recent years, many people want to invite me to sing, and the price is getting higher and higher. The company is like this now, where can you get the money to pay?" Lin Moxue said with difficulty: "Uncle Lin, the company is indeed in trouble now, but I have contacted the agent to sell one floor of the lower building. There will be no problem with the money." Qiao Sheng's heart was no longer disturbed when he heard about selling the building again. He heard Yang Yue reveal that in this 33-story building, 3 floors are Lin Moxue's! 3 floors, and it is a commercial building in the city center. In the magic city where every inch of land is valuable, the market value is estimated to be calculated in billions. Fortunately, Lin Lin has a good vision and invested the money he earned in real estate from the beginning, and all of them are registered under Lin Moxue's name. Otherwise, if the company had problems this time, these real estates might have been cheap to Dai Jiabin, the bastard. That's why Lin Moxue can sell the building to save the emergency at the critical moment. Qiao Sheng guessed that it was very likely that Lin Yixiang, a native of Guangdong Province, gave Lin Lin the idea. After knowing the story behind the sale of the building, Qiao Sheng couldn't help shouting in his heart, look, look! Although the rich have wealth, they have also lost all their worries.

After spending my salary, when I was ordering takeout and was hesitating whether to scan Huabei or Jingdong Baitiao, others were selling the building directly!

Or a whole floor!

He looked at Lin Yixiang again, wearing a vest, shorts and flip-flops, with dirt all over his instep.

I heard from Yang Yue that Lin Moxue went to the farm.

The old man who met Lin Moxue at the trade market, it seems that his life after retirement is not very good, otherwise why would he take the opportunity to raise the price to Lin Moxue.

When Lin Yixiang heard that Lin Moxue wanted to sell the building, he slammed the teapot heavily on the coffee table with a "bang".

"You can't sell the building!" Lin Yixiang seemed a little angry, "That's what your father left for you, you can't sell it!"

Look, Comrade Lin was so anxious that he spoke Cantonese.

"Ahem." Qiao Sheng pretended to cough and interrupted the conversation between the two.

There was no way, he didn't step in, and felt that Lin Moxue would be scolded and cried again.

"Boss, I don't think you need to sell the building. Don't you still have rent if you rent out these buildings?"

Lin Moxue sighed and said, "The rent is paid regularly, and the next rent collection will be the year after next."

Qiao Sheng asked in confusion, "Where is the rent collected before?"

Lin Moxue said a little embarrassedly, "I bought a building..."

Qiao Sheng was stunned.

Bought a house...

Buy a house...

Buy a house...

...

Compared to the old man Lin Yixiang, I feel that you and your father are more like the landlords of Guangdong Province.

Boss, don't panic, I, Qiao Sheng, will be your lackey for life.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Yixiang: "Uncle Lin, since the boss calls you uncle, how about the company owe this money first?"

Lin Yixiang rolled his eyes at Qiao Sheng, looked at Lin Moxue and sighed: "I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a few years, you have become estranged from me. When did I say I wanted money?"

At this point, his tone rose eight degrees: "Singing for your own company, what money does it cost! And if you throw this song out, so many people are willing to sing it."

Lin Moxue's eyes lit up: "Uncle Lin, what do you mean..."

"Humph." Lin Yixiang picked up the teapot again, and leaned on the sofa proudly, "Why don't you go and get the contract!"

"Xiaoyue, go and print the contract!" Lin Moxue's tone was raised a lot in surprise.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Yang Yue was also very happy.

After Lin Yixiang retired, he often came to the company to play. The old man was very nice to her and was not arrogant. He often ate melon seeds with her at the front desk.

In her eyes, Lin Yixiang was like a kind elder.

Now that her elder was willing to come back to the company, she was naturally very happy.

While Yang Yue was printing the contract, Lin Moxue asked Lin Yixiang: "Uncle Lin, if you want to come back to the company, what about your land?"

Qiao Sheng almost wanted to cover Lin Moxue's mouth with a teacup.

Oh, boss, he has joined the company, so don't expose the old man's scars anymore.

Qiao Sheng was so anxious that he winked at Lin Moxue, fearing that the old man would be angry and run away.

Who knew that Lin Yixiang's words would directly break Qiao Sheng's defense.

"It's okay. It's only a few tens of thousands of acres of land. I've already handed it over to my son to take care of." Lin Yixiang said lightly, not noticing Qiao Sheng standing beside him in a daze.

"What vegetables did you sell this morning?"

"Oh, you mean those in the morning. The vegetables I sell are all grown in the vacant land of the villa when I have nothing to do. They are not worth much."

"And I tell you, vegetables grown with rich people's feces sell very quickly!"

For the first time, Qiao Sheng was so eager to have Yang Yue around, so that at least there was someone to bear it together.

Yang Yue, come back soon, Yang Yue.

The contract was brought quickly, and after Lin Yixiang signed his name very happily, he found that some parts of the contract were different from before.

"Xiaoxue, this share ratio is not right?" Lin Yixiang was wearing reading glasses, and his eyes were almost drilling into the contract.

"That's right, Uncle Lin, it's this ratio." Lin Moxue nodded affirmatively.

Lin Yixiang looked at Lin Moxue deeply, nodded and showed a kind smile.

He thought that Lin Moxue had specially raised the artist's share ratio for him.

Lin Moxue also smiled back. She felt that Uncle Lin must have agreed with her approach of increasing the artist's share ratio.

Qiao Sheng glanced at the contract. Hey, it's the same as my share. The old man was so surprised. Is this ratio too low?

The contract stated that after deducting the cost paid by the company for the artist, the income share ratio was 30% to 70%.

The company gets 30% and the artist gets 70%.