Chief husband, strong love!

Mu Bei glanced at her calm little face and threw the stack of advertising contracts aside. "Don't look at these."

“！！！” Su Yan opened his eyes and looked at him making his own decisions.

Then, he glanced at the invitation of the show, "it won't take much time if you want to play, but your feet can't wear high heels for the time being. If you're all right by then, you can go."

Su Yan opened his mouth slightly, and his breath had been mentioned to his throat.

Who does he think he is!

"Take a good look at these two scripts. You don't have to shoot both. The role types are too repetitive. It's enough to choose one. As a newcomer, you want to hand over a qualified report card. It takes nearly a year from preparation to killing."

She didn't even see the script in front of her. She looked at him angrily and funny, "who are you, what kind of job I want to find, and it's none of your business."

"Those commercials you're shooting now won't help you at all." Mu Beichen picked up his coffee and drank it. "With all due respect, the script is OK. She doesn't have to read these advertisements."

"What is no help? Don't you see the price written on it?"

Zhuang Su knows what she lacks. She has already expressed herself before.

As long as the commercial advertisement is within the bottom line, what she values most is the price.

Therefore, the advertiser information she sent was of high price.

Besides, she is not famous now. Several high-end enterprises will look for her.

"I see." Mu Bei lowered his eyes, "just some low-cost commercial advertisements."

"That's a low price in your eyes." Su Yan quickly snatched back the advertising materials, "with my current reputation, these are the highest prices I can receive. Do you understand?"

How on earth do people like him become businessmen.

Who would spend a lot of money on advertising with her? She hasn't been very popular. She has only taken print ads in magazines. Even a third-line artist has more commercial value than her.

"It's not surprising if you Mu's lost to you. You can't even estimate!"

Mu Beishen slowly put down his coffee and looked at her. "Is that what you think of yourself?"

"It doesn't matter what I think of myself, but the market is the market. Why should others pay a high price for an artist no one knows." Her face was expressionless and there was still some helplessness in her eyes. "This is the reality. I couldn't see the money before."

Mu Bei looked at her calmly, "are you for money?"

Su Yan couldn't help sneering, "do you think I'm for art?"

He didn't say anything.

But she seemed quite happy when she went out to shoot an advertisement. At least it should be a career she liked.

"People are not qualified to talk about art when they have no money." Su Yan leaned against the back of the sofa with those advertising materials. "It's like your job is not to make money. Maybe you can do something you like now, but one day you're bankrupt, you'll understand."

Mu Beishen was silent for a moment. "Don't worry, I won't go bankrupt."

Su Yan's heart hehe, he is not bankrupt. What can she rest assured of.

Perhaps she had really thought about it and hoped that one day he would taste it.

But now, it seems meaningless to think about it.

He's not afraid of death. Maybe it's nothing to him.

"So you don't have to just think about making money."