LIGHTNOVELONLINE
Chapter 70
When Zhong Ruanxing returned to the crew, it was just in time for lunch box distribution.
Seeing them back, the whole crew enthusiastically praised the two for their red carpet looks last night, only Guan Yuanzhou was not very happy when he saw Song JinXing, and complained aggrievedly: “Sister Ruanxing, I'm not your only little brother anymore, am I?"
Song JinXing: ...?
What nonsense is this?
Guan Yuanzhou quickly got together with Kou An'an, and severely ridiculed the unseen Yu Liang.
During lunch, Ran Ting was nowhere to be seen. Song JinXing looked at the lunch box that had been untouched next to him, and asked Wu Chengwang, the assistant who had been eating with his head down without a word: “Where did Ran Ting go?”
"I don't know." Wu Chengwang answered honestly, "I saw her take a phone call and leave before lunch."
Song JinXing said, "Keep that lunch for her."
Wu Chengwang nodded. It wasn't until Song JinXing had finished shooting two scenes that Ran Ting finally showed up. She jumped out of a brand new commercial vehicle and waved to them from afar.
Song JinXing walked over and heard her excitedly say, "Sister Ruanxing, this will be your exclusive nanny car from now on!"
This time when Zhong Ruanxing joined the crew, she used the crew's shared vehicle, but generally top artists have their own nanny cars, some bought by themselves, some assigned by the company.
During filming, the nanny car is the artist's private space, not just for rest. In the past, Zhong Ruanxing did not have a nanny car. When she needed to change clothes on set, she could only squeeze into a steamer-like tent.
Although this commercial vehicle was inferior to Kou An'an's Ford E350, the space and performance were sufficient for his use.
Zhong Ruanxing had not yet made any money for the company, and with her status she was not really qualified to apply for a vehicle. But Ran Ting had negotiated it down with the company. Her eyes were very bright, with an undeniable momentum.
She was starting to come out from under his wings, using her own way to explore this job. Initially, when selecting her as an agent, Song JinXing just wanted a weak and obedient partner who would not question his decisions. He didn't need her to do anything, just be obedient. But now her desire to grow was so urgent that he would not stop her either.
After looking at the script for a while in the new nanny car, Song JinXing went on to continue shooting. Ran Ting took his phone and logged on to Weibo to post a photo she had just taken of him reading the script:
- @Zhong Ruanxing: Back to work. [Photo attached].
The last time Zhong Ruanxing had posted on Weibo was nearly two months ago. Ever since the two had switched places, Song JinXing had never gone on this app that was unfamiliar to him.
Previously it didn’t matter whether he posted or not, but now was the rising period of attracting fans, Weibo publicity was a must. Since the artist himself didn't like posting, Ran Ting naturally took over this matter.
Sure enough, as soon as the Weibo post went up, fans rushed in:
- First! Wife! Look at me! My hardworking wife is so beautiful!
- Front row! Wife is so beautiful! I'm hugging you and kissing you like crazy!
- Wife, good afternoon, has wife eaten? [Kiss]
- Be careful to avoid the heat when filming! The temperature in Hang City is so high today, wife remember to drink more water!
- Wife is finally doing promotions, I'm crying! Wife, promise me to post more selfies in the future!
- The beauty is in the scenery! Zhong Ruanxing's top-notch goddess face is awesome!
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The high summer temperatures persisted, and Jing City's heat wave had almost cracked the ground.
Zhong Ruanxing didn't want to endure the high temperature, so she went to the company every morning and stayed until the evening when the temperature dropped before going home.
She was just trying to avoid the heat, but in the eyes of the employees she had become a workaholic who was single-mindedly focused on making money, oblivious to everything else. With the boss working so hard, how could the subordinates dare to slack off? As a result, the group's finances doubled again this month.
This craze for mad work continued until autumn came, and when the temperature dropped, Zhong Ruanxing began to go in and out of the company normally as well.
Song Group employees: Ah! It's over! This terrible cycle of working hard!
But looking at their thinned belly, and the bulging wallet after the bonus, they still showed a satisfied smile in the end.
Not long ago, Song Group and another real estate company in Jing Shi, Shi Rong Corporation, jointly won a commercial land parcel. They planned to build an electronics technology square integrating new energy, artificial intelligence, unmanned driving, virtual experience and other high-tech.
But how this commercial land parcel would be specifically operated still needed to be approved by the heads of the two major groups.
When she called Song JinXing at night, Zhong Ruanxing mentioned this to him: "The person in charge of Shi Rong Corporation has asked me to lunch tomorrow."
"Mm." Song JinXing had dealt with Shi Rong Corporation before, and instructed her, "Director Cheng of Shi Rong is of the same generation as my parents. Just call him Uncle Cheng. But he is cunning, apart from the cooperation content we have discussed, beware of his verbal traps, don't let him elicit any verbal promises from you."
Zhong Ruanxing now handled these occasions with ease: "I understand."
But with Song JinXing's specific reminder, Zhong Ruanxing was still on full alert when she went to the appointment the next day, even more vigilant than usual.
So Fu Ling, who was following her, felt that the oppressive aura from the boss today was particularly strong.
When they arrived at the agreed restaurant, they saw not only Director Cheng, but also a young man around Song JinXing’s age sitting next to him.
When Zhong Ruanxing saw the young man, she was stunned for a moment, and a name popped up in her mind.
Cheng Yaowen?
Just a fleeting moment, and she had already pulled back her thoughts, reaching out to the older Director Cheng, "Uncle Cheng, long time no see."
"Nephew JinXing! Meeting again." Although Director Cheng looked dignified, he was not without kindness. If Song JinXing had not reminded her, it would have been hard to associate him with the word cunning.
After they shook hands, Director Cheng also introduced: "Nephew JinXing, this is my son Cheng Yaowen. He just came back from America recently. He will be in charge of this technology square project for me this time. You young people think alike, working together will definitely be smoother than me, this old guy."
Sure enough, it was Cheng Yaowen.
The young man was handsome but had a lazy and casual aura. He got up and reached out to her, "President Song, I've heard a lot about you."
Zhong Ruanxing shook his hand lightly.
This was not the first time she had met Cheng Yaowen, but they were not very familiar either. When she was in college, she had learned the violin for a year from the famous violinist Wen Shuyi.
Cheng Yaowen happened to be Xiang Min's student as well, but unlike her who started halfway, Cheng Yaowen had followed Wen Shuyi to learn the violin since childhood and was considered Wen Shuyi’s closed-door disciple.
During the time Zhong Ruanxing was learning the violin, she had met him a few times. Cheng Yaowen always greeted her with a silly smile and called her little martial sister.
Many girls liked such roguishly handsome boys, but Zhong Ruanxing felt that there was a hint of evil in him that she didn’t like, and was wary of him. She was quite worried about how to deal with being pestered by such a rich second generation, but soon Cheng Yaowen went abroad to study, and they never met again after that. At that time, Zhong Ruanxing heaved a big sigh of relief.
She didn't expect to have the chance to meet again after so many years.
But in just a fleeting moment, Cheng Yaowen actually noticed her reaction and asked with raised eyebrows, "President Song seems to recognize me?"
Zhong Ruanxing quickly pulled back her thoughts and shook her head expressionlessly.