Chapter 917: Chapter 917 This is a Different Price Now
Lin Gantang expressed neither approval nor disapproval of her friend’s hobby; after all, who doesn’t like to admire a handso guy? But she was worried that her good friend was too impulsive, howling every ti she saw one. With a quick move, she dragged her friend to the office.
Lin Gantang knocked on the door and, hearing an invitation to enter from inside, pushed it open and walked in.
Yin Zhen, who was busy writing sothing, looked up at her and said, “Why knock? I thought you were a subordinate coming in to report for work.”
Lin Gantang asked with surprise, “Otherwise, what, you want to just kick the door open?”
Yin Zhen nodded, “That does seem more your style.”
Lin Gantang, smoothing out her dress and sitting down gracefully, retorted, “Nonsense, the current is clearly beautiful and elegant.”
Yin Zhen wanted to say stop pretending, it’s painful to the eyes, but seeing her sit so properly and her pretty face, he couldn’t bring himself to tease her.
He turned to look at Ye Qiuqiu instead, “Qiuqiu, is it? Would you like so warm water or coffee?”
Qiuqiu waved her hands, “No trouble, President Yin.”
“Call Yin Zhen, ‘President Yin’ is too formal,” Yin Zhen directed his assistant to bring in a cup of coffee and a cup of milk, then took the opportunity to mock Lin Gantang, “A little kid who loves milk, sheesh.”
Lin Gantang really felt like hitting soone.
“Wait a mont, Fu Lin is already on his way here,” Yin Zhen was about to get back to work when suddenly he rembered sothing and handed several screenplays to Lin Gantang.
Lin Gantang caught them, “Screenplays? Why give these to ? Are you short on funds and planning on having invest?”
“I was actually planning to have Fu Lin choose,” Yin Zhen settled back into his seat, “Since you’re here, which one would you suggest he star in?”
Hearing this, Lin Gantang didn’t rush to look through them. She casually placed the screenplays on her lap and sighed, “President Yin, oh President Yin, that’s a different price.”
Yin Zhen choked for a mont, then offered, “Aren’t the photos with Fu Lin enough?”
“Does the company have any personally autographed items from Fu Lin, limited edition albums, or exclusive rchandise? I don’t want anything that everyone can get,” Lin Gantang said pickily, then turned to ask Ye Qiuqiu, “Treasure, is there anything else you want? Today we’ll satisfy all your wishes.”
Ye Qiuqiu had already excitedly started pounding on Lin Gantang’s thigh.
Lin Gantang: “…” Pound on yourself, why are you hitting ?
Yin Zhen felt such a small request was well worth it for Lin Gantang’s choice. Ever since Lin Gantang’s investnt in the film and television departnt had paid off big, Yin Zhen almost believed she was heaven’s favorite.
“No problem, do you want to arrange a al with Fu Lin for you as well?” Yin Zhen said eagerly.
Luckily, Ye Qiuqiu was a sensible fan and quickly waved her hands, “No, no, we shouldn’t disrupt his work.”
When Fu Lin and Yu Fan arrived at the office, Yu Fan greeted Lin Gantang very courteously, then discussed Fu Lin’s recent developnt plan with Yin Zhen before bringing up the matter of the screenplay.
Yin Zhen simply handed the screenplay to him.
Yu Fan, holding a thin copy of the screenplay, was incredulous, flipping through it. Weren’t they brought here to choose? With only one copy, what was there for him to choose?
Yu Fan’s puzzled gaze turned toward Yin Zhen.
“Miss Lin says this screenplay is the best, so let’s have Fu Lin act in this one,” Yin Zhen decided straightforwardly.
Yu Fan, aware that he couldn’t argue with the boss and the power of capital, briefly skimd over the screenplay which seed fine to him, and nodded in agreent.
Yin Zhen then simply asked Fu Lin to take photos and sign autographs with them, and as the session progressed Yu Fan felt sothing was amiss.
It seed like President Yin hadn’t called them for the screenplay’s sake; could it be… to have Fu Lin et Lin Gantang instead?
Thinking back, it appeared that Miss Lin had a favorable disposition towards Fu Lin from the beginning, even helping him choose a screenplay now!
Could President Yin’s emphasis on Fu Lin be due to Miss Lin’s influence?
A shiver of nervousness ran down Yu Fan’s back.
Was the coercion of capital finally going to make a move on his artist?!
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