Queen of the Days, She Was Only More Than a Billion

  Chapter 27 Green Tea·Little Bee·Xi

  The ups and downs of ‘ah’: "Ah? No way!"

   "Really, you see that he always wears a ring on his left ring finger."

   "Jimei, you don't understand that. Nowadays, golden bachelors are also afraid of women's attacks. They wear rings to cut off unnecessary wishful thinking."

   "Who is okay to wear a ring to block the peach blossoms! I don't know which woman who saved the galaxy locks his heart, anyway, my heart can't hold anyone else."

   "No wonder it's so abstinence. There has never been a lace news. It turns out that all the'energy' is consumed by the beautiful wife."

  The discussion has been layered over, with different sentences. Nan Xi's cheeks are slightly red, and she believes her makeup will never show through. Pretend to be calm, and collect all expressions of surprise. Don't believe that Zhang Yichen accidentally went to the wrong elevator, absolutely deliberately made her ugly, and broke her mentality through all the people, and didn't think about discussing business with him.

  She is not fooled!

  Like a tour, walk the entire show to the final destination, Zhang Yichen’s office.

  Refusing to stand and report to her work stupidly, Nan Xila moved her chair to the desk and sat down firmly. From the bag, he took out the contract signed by Feng Xiao and the analysis of the matter, and then turned to him.

   "I want to participate in the production of "Flying Frost Light Sword"."

  Zhang Yichen didn’t look at it, and pinched his eyebrows with one hand.

  Go through the normal process, how can Nanxi wait.

Turning to the first page, pointing to the introduction: "Although you have analyzed to me that it is not suitable for making movies, this set of data can be seen. There are no qualified movies with fairy tales in the domestic market. This year, due to the impact of the epidemic, the people are driven. With increased patriotism, we can launch the top three "Feishuang Streaming Lightsaber" on the Internet while the iron is hot. Based on the different categories of novels ranked first and second, we take advantage of it."

Turn a few pages back and continue the introduction: "As of 12 noon, just 12 hours ago, the crowdfunding fund initiated by Feng Xiao has broken 1.5E. If converted into a normal fare, it is equal to half a day before the first day. After 5E. The public's attention and enthusiasm for this matter is very high, and I think it is feasible to work **** the series of movies."

  Said that it was not easy to get a response, the proud Ruifeng glanced at what she pointed out, and asked: "Tell me the reason why you are obsessed with it."

   Willing to take the initiative to ask questions, yes, there is a breakthrough. Nan Xi calmed down. At this time, he said too much foreshadowing, maybe he was too lazy to listen, and he had to say a summary that fits his mind.

"The plots are intertwined. The protagonist has an ill-fated fate. It seems that all beings are suffering, but there is always a little warmth. The main story will not blindly please male or female readers. Everyone in the story has a complete personality. This kind of group portrait Genre, it is estimated that everyone you see can find their own epitome or touch point."

  After a rational analysis, she watched Zhang Yichen's growing interest, applauded silently in her heart.

   "So, you love the novel itself rather than Feng Xiao?"

  Nan Xi blinked. The question was so tricky, as if asking whether there was a chicken or an egg.

  Uh a few times, he said tentatively: "The author and the work itself cannot be separated, right? Of course I also like Feng Xiao."

  Zhang Yichen's deep eyes became cold, changing from curiosity to indifferent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Finger touched the paper that Nan Xi intends to turn over, “This year the company’s running projects are very saturated, let’s let it go for the time being.”

  Let it go for now! What to do with the heat that has just been incited? Nan Xi stared at Zhang Yichen's eyes incredulously, trying to read the joke, but unfortunately not.

"What's the meaning?"

  Zhang Yichen's mouth curled up, and she didn't mind to completely crush her likes: "I don't plan to start "Feishuang Streaming Light Sword" in the past five years."

   "You're crazy! What are you kidding about with 8E?" Nan Xi's heartbeat was fast and chaotic, and the **** unsure and helplessness came again. Did the risk go wrong? It's better not to excite the **** and take the copyright by yourself.

   "I can afford to drive, I can afford to drag."

  What an arrogant tone! Nan Xi resisted the sneer and retorted: "In the era of rapid information flow, can you be realistic and seize the rare heat?"

  Zhang Yichen asked Nan Xi meaningfully: “Don’t you have confidence in the person you like? Believe in the more Chen and Xiang.”

  Nan Xi's brain buzzed, what is it, where is this?

"Of course I have confidence in Feng Xiao. The question is how old are the loyal fans that I can support in five years? Basically, most of them have reached the threshold of 30 years old and above. Running for life, there is still enthusiasm that can be more passionate? Impulsive consumption, but this time the pigeon loses trust, will people feel untrustworthy next time? Even if you support it again, it will be emotionally provocative, and the speech will affect the popularity of the passerby."

  I regretted it immediately after speaking, and there were too many incoherent sentences.

  Zhang Yichen nodded with satisfaction, and closed the document that Nan Xi had prepared so hard, "I believe that the person who truly loves him will be the same as you, and trust will accumulate over time."

  The paper is very light, but it is like a boulder full of frustration, so that she can't open it again.

  Nan Xi pursed her lips, her eyes gradually hollowed, and she asked with a astringent voice: "Are you sure it doesn't matter if 8E loses light, you have to snow store "Feishuang Streaming Light Sword" for five years, right?"

  Zhang Yichen paused, turning aside his face and looking out the window: "Yeah."

  Outside the window, the autumn wind rolled and fallen leaves, and there was more than a single piece of desolation.

   "Hey." Nan Xi let out a sudden low laugh, "You're done."

   Immediately after the leaked door was completely pushed open, Gao Qiufeng helped an old man with silver hair to walk in.

  The grief worsened on Nan Xi's face, and she ran to the two of them quickly, and took the old man from Gao Qiufeng's hands. She complained with tears in her eyes: "Grandma, you hear that he not only bullies me, but also plans to ruin the family."

  The old man, leaning on crutches, stumbled to the desk, pierced the crutches hard, and cursed: "Unfilial grandson."

  Zhang Yichen glanced at Nan Xi, with a trace of helplessness on his face, lowering his tone: "Why are you here, grandma?"

   "Can I not come? No one can control you!"

  Nan Xi, in the form of a hardworking bee, cleverly sent the stool she had just moved behind the old man, and helped Grandma Zhang to sit in.

  Zhang Yichen didn’t speak up, Grandma Zhang snorted and asked, “What do you often say to you when your grandfather is here?”

  Zhang Yichen recites without emotion: "Blessings and misfortunes are inherited, and there is no one to replace them."

  "After your grandfather is gone, I am mortal, eat fast and recite the Buddha, and only hope that God can bless the Zhang family for more years. It is good for you to be unfilial grandson, and you are too squandered. The evil causes you planted yourself, can others bear the evil consequences for you?"

  Zhang Yichen carefully read the documents that fell on the table and used practical actions to defend himself.

  Grandma Zhang's eyes faintly felt pity, but Nan Xi couldn't let things get stuck.

  Little Bee Xi worked hard to squeeze the old man's shoulders and back, pretending to unintentionally help Zhang Yichen answer: "The evil consequences others cannot bear, people are afraid that they will not realize their own problems, and they will not be stumbling upon somersault."

Just right to instigate and cover up the old man's indulgence, Grandma Zhang sternly reprimanded: "I asked other local directors that the situation is as true as Xi'er said, and the project just bought is not suitable for long. This time you cooperate with Xi'er. Hurry up!"

  The three words "you cooperate" won Nan Xi's heart.

  Let’s ask which old man doesn’t like sweet-mouthed and sensible younger generations, I guess not.

  The old man Xinyue finished listening, put his hands on the cane faucet, and issued orders: "Xi'er go to analyze the report, Chener, listen carefully, don't waste your child's good intentions."

   "Okay, grandma, I will discuss everything with Yichen in every detail."

  Green Tea·Xi twisted and raised his chin to Gao Qiufeng.

  The chief secretary led the command with a face, and moved a new stool next to Zhang Yichen.

  Nan Xi arrogantly sat down, deliberately turning over every copy of the text and introducing it loudly.

  Zhang Yichen moved his gaze with her hand expressionlessly, but the soft voice floated to her ears, relaxing like healing light music, and her eyelids became heavier.

  Nan Xi said vigorously, her shoulders sank, and she looked sideways, Zhang Yichen leaned on her shoulder and fell asleep.

  This person! Do you understand respect?

  As soon as the attack was about to occur, Gao Qiufeng reported with his head down: "Please let the young master sleep. He finished dealing with the affairs of Asha country yesterday and came back overnight. The total sleep time of three days is less than six hours."

  Nan Xi has an unspeakable feeling in her heart. Did he come back specifically for this matter?

  No, the **** can't be so kind. It must be the end of the Zhang family meeting last night and Zhang's mother put pressure on him.

  She chose to rush back last night, and it was Mother Zhang who called to urge her. It turned out that the Deep Sea Blue Birkin was bought by Zhang's mother, and she was afraid of the ugliness of her family and told Huang Yi not to disclose it.

  She called her mother Zhang since she was a child, and she called her mother after marriage, but she never knew her real name.

  Returning to Zhang’s house, he first admitted his mistakes, indicating that he shouldn’t be ashamed to sell things, but it was really helpless. Afterwards, the incident was restored from the perspective of the victim, and several elderly people heard Zhang Yichen scolding.

Regarding the daughter-in-law, Zhang's father is inappropriate, and Zhang's mother is kind of a mother-in-law, and she can't talk too much.

  Just as Nan Xi was desperate, the most authoritative elders of the Zhang family stepped forward. Grandma Zhang promised that after she had verified other shareholders, if the opportunity was not delayed, as Nan Xi said, she would personally stand up for Nan Xi.

  But at this moment, Grandma Zhang’s heartache for her grandson can’t be hidden. Nan Xi said in a hurry, “Grandma, please go back first. It’s okay. I’ll talk to Yichen well.”

   "Okay, good boy."

  Gao Qiufeng lifted up the old man, and he was a little worried and hesitated to go until the crutches stuck to the ground: "Let them be alone with their husbands and wives."

"Yes."

  The room returned to tranquility. Nan Xi flipped through the document with one hand, marking the places that needed to be added.

  Mobile phone shakes, unlock to check new information, wind whistle: crowdfunding reaches 1E7.

  Nan Xi's mood rises with the number, press reply: Xin

  I didn't finish pressing the bitter word, and the phone was pushed far away from the table with one hand. With a light shoulder and a light body, she was hugged onto Zhang Yichen's leg, who was leaning back in her chair.

  Tightened her hands around her waist, Nan Xi fell into his arms with an unbalanced center of gravity.

   "It's noisy, sleep."

   He thinks her reply is noisy, doesn't he think his irregular heartbeat is more noisy?

  I haven't been in close contact for a long time, Nan Xi twisted her body restlessly, did not get out of her arms, and was imprisoned too tightly.

   Unwillingly pull the opponent's finger, loose one slightly, and her two small hands are wrapped in his big hand in a moment.

  Zhang Yichen put his chin on top of her head, and said in a deep voice: "Xi'er, don't move."

  (End of this chapter)