Love At The Right Time (MTL)

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Because he promised Wen Qinghan to eat together and asked her to pick him up again, Shi Qingqiu didn't drive out, put on a pair of glasses, put on a mask, and took a taxi to Starry Night.

She and Fang Jing made an appointment in advance to meet at the company today, and she walked into this building again, she felt unwilling to give up. Although the security guards and bodyguards working here cannot be named, she can still remember most of her appearance. Many people have not said a word to her, but have guarded her several times.

Everyone I met and greeted her along the way, and she responded with a smile one by one, and the friendly smile on weekdays was a little more warm. Without delay, she took the elevator straight up to Fang Jing's office.

Knocking on the door, a low and steady female voice rang out: "Come in."

Shi Qingqiu held the doorknob and took a deep breath, then opened the door and went in. She applied a little pink and daisy, bright eyes gazing, and the waves of her eyes were enough to touch people's heartstrings.

Fang Jing's eyes pierced and smiled. Shi Qingqiu is more beautiful than when he first signed in. This is her pride, and now it has become her regret.

"Sister Fang, sorry, it took so long to see you." Shi Qingqiu stood at the desk, did not sit down, facing this person who has supported her growth for many years, she always maintained a respectful attitude.

No matter how high she reaches, she always remembers in her heart that people can't forget their roots.

Fang Jing nodded, raised his chin and smiled: "Sit down, don't be so restrained, since you call me sister, you should know what kind of person I am."

Fang Jing is a shrewd and capable woman, her black hair is narrowed to reveal her beautiful neck, she is beautiful without losing the charm of a mature woman, and she can't underestimate her with just one glance.

Shi Qingqiu pulled out the chair and sat down, Fang Jing took out a folder from the drawer without saying a word. The straightforward opening method made Shi Qingqiu very familiar: "Look at the contract, this is the best I can give you. Concession, no one else in the company can control you, only me, so this contract is very beneficial to you."

For artists, freedom and benefits are very important, but in many cases freedom is sacrificed to benefit. Therefore, Fang Jing’s remarks made it clear that as long as Shi Qingqiu renews the contract, the remuneration will be more than now, and Fang Jing will support her, and no other senior executives of the company will be dissatisfied with her.

Shi Qingqiu took it over and turned over two pages. After a few glances, she found that in addition to the remuneration sharing, she did relax her private life. As long as bad events that damage the image are not exposed, the company will not interfere in private life.

To put it bluntly, as long as you don't do bad things, it can be said that there are almost no restrictions on her. After all, she has never done anything to ruin her image for so many years.

However, Shi Qingqiu smiled apologetically, closed the document and pushed it back, "Sister Fang, I'm very sorry, I really can't renew the contract. In other words, I really don't want to renew the contract."

Fang Jing retracted the document, tapped twice on the edge of the table, and asked puzzledly: "Why? Are you dissatisfied with the profit in the contract? Or do you have anything you want? Let's talk about it."

Shi Qingqiu shook his head and said, "Neither, I have been allocated a lot in this contract, whether it is benefits or other aspects."

"Then why are you not tempted?" Fang Jing said angrily, "Or I will give you some shares? It can't be too much."