The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice! - Chapter 818

   Chapter 818 Brother Zhuo, stay with me at night (30)

  Qin Tu only mentioned it to him once because of her identity.

   His answer at the time was naturally non-committal.

   So the white dove couldn’t get online with him, so he started with the little guy?

   “I don’t know about this. But I heard that Cheng Liandiao only added dramas at the beginning. Today, after Baige went to visit the class, she blatantly asked to change the role of the female lead to her.”

   Song Jun told him everything he knew.

   “She wants to change, and the director agrees to change?”

  The third master doesn’t know much about the rules of the entertainment industry, but he also knows that the role of the female lead can’t be casually played by the female lead.

   “The biggest investor in the crew is watching, does the director dare not to change? That Cheng Lianchao, on the first day, shouted that he wanted to add more dramas, and if he did not add dramas, he would withdraw his investment.”

   He was still in another city when it started, looking for an endorsement business for Cheng Lian, but he really couldn’t leave, otherwise he would come and watch.

   “If she wants to withdraw, let her withdraw.” The third master’s fingers tapped lightly on the soft sofa.

   “Huh?” Song Jun looked at him suspiciously.

   Baige withdraws the capital, and the crew will not be able to operate.

   “Withdraw me to invest.” Third Master said lightly.

   “Huh?” Song Jun’s eyes widened, and he immediately said excitedly, “This is good! No one will dare to change the role of Cheng Lianxun.”

   He wanted to see how long Cheng Liandi, the second female lead, could be arrogant in the crew.

   “How much did the white dove bet?” asked the third master.

   “I remember 50 million.” Song Jun recalled for a while, and then confirmed, “Yes, it is 50 million, I will not remember wrong.”

   “Tomorrow I will ask the assistant to transfer 80 million to the company.” Third Master said.

   Song Jun’s eyes opened wider.

  80 million!

   Zhuo Sanye really lives up to his reputation, the rich are going to sell oil.

  80 million will be given as much as you say it, and it is so generous that it is inhumane.

   The key is that he still doesn’t know if “The Mountains and Rivers” will hit the street. If it hits the street, 80 million will be lost.

  Looking at the calmness of the third master to the point of disapproval, he knew that he didn’t care about the 80 million yuan at all.

   “Not enough?” Seeing that he didn’t answer, the third master glanced at him coldly, “One hundred million?”

  Although the Yixin brokerage company is fully managed by Song Jun, the third master is not worried about corruption or corruption.

  Because Yixinxinzhao’s finances were sent from his company.

  Issin’s financial situation, he knew very well.

   “No, no.” Song Jun quickly explained, “Enough is enough. The company’s start-up capital is still sufficient. Third Master, you don’t need to transfer it specially. We can also invest the funds of the single-minded company.”

   He naturally knew that the third master didn’t care about this amount of money, and also knew that since he said the transfer, he would not suddenly withdraw his life, but he still needed to shirk it.

   After all, the money in Yixin Company is also the money of the third master, whether it is transferred or not is the same.

   “The start-up funds are for her to improve her career and life.” The third master pointed at the room, “Just like this hotel, don’t give her such a bad room in the future, and always arrange a presidential suite.”

   “Okay, I’ve written it down, I’ll change it for her!” Song Juncheng nodded in fear, and finally struggled to the death, “But this hotel was arranged by the crew, not me.”

  Although this room is far inferior to the presidential suite, it is also very good in his opinion. How could it be described by the third master as the same as the leaky thatched cottage.

   Third Master Zhuo was originally calm, but Song Jun’s eyes turned a little colder when he defended it.

   (end of this chapter)