The endorsement fee was reduced to 10 million, which was a bit too tempting. Any star in the same position as Xu Weiwei would not be able to pay this price. Song Xiang was a little tempted, but she had no choice but to do so.
You can't ask Yan Han to give him a favor and meet Xu Weiwei?
I paced back and forth in the office and called Zhao Zhe halfway.
"Sister Xiang." Zhao Zhe quickly answered the phone.
Song Xiang cleared her throat, "Um... is Mr. Yan here?"
"Are you looking for Mr. Yan? I'll help you go in and ask."
"No, no, no!" Song Xiang quickly stopped him.
Zhao Zhe was confused, "Then you are...?"
Song Xiang grabbed two handfuls of hair and breathed a sigh of relief, "Does Mr. Yan have any business activities recently?"
"Let me check it for you."
"OK, thanks."
Zhao Zhe was quiet for a while, and then told Song Xiang: "Mr. Yan is free next Monday night. It seems that he is going to attend the opening ceremony of Miss Wang's red house."
right!
Suddenly he remembered that Wang Fuxue also gave him an invitation letter.
Song Xiang was overjoyed, thanked Zhao Zhe again and again, and then hung up the phone.
She contacted Xu Weiwei again and said that she could let her see Yan Han, but only.
Xu Weiwei's demands are really not high, just like chasing stars, she just wants a chance to get close to her idol in the front row.
"Then can I talk to Mr. Yan?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Yes, the demands are getting more and more excessive.
"Five million!" Xu Weiwei suddenly made an offer and said, "As long as I can talk to Mr. Yan, I only want five million in endorsement fees!"
Song Xiang covered his forehead and scratched his thigh hard.
It was really pie-in-the-sky, and she couldn't agree to it even if she wanted to.
"Can!"
"yeah!"
Xu Weiwei was so happy that she kept cheering and chattering on the phone for a long time before hanging up.
Song Xiang clutched her cell phone, thought for a moment, and then called Wang Fuxue to inquire about the location of Yan Han's box that night.
"Are you coming? Do you want to sit next to him?" Wang Fuxue clicked her tongue twice.
Song Xiang cleared his throat, "No, I just asked casually."
Wang Fuxue thought she was embarrassed and didn't ask further.
After the call ended, Song Xiang clenched his fists and was very happy. He saved a lot of endorsement fees and will definitely achieve good results this quarter.
Once the big thorny problem is solved, she can have a meeting with peace of mind in the morning.
Gu Lian was discharged from the hospital today, and she had agreed to pick her up.
As soon as the meeting ended, I immediately went to the hospital.
Ever since he offended Lin Cong, Song Xiang would not take the alleyway whenever he went out, and he even deliberately left work early.
I arrived at the hospital at 6:30, and before I even went upstairs, I found that the corridor was full of bodyguards.
There were several familiar ones that she had seen around Lu Zechen.
He quickly went upstairs, and as soon as he got out of the elevator, he bumped into Lu Zechen.
Lu Zechen's face was full of joy and he was obviously in a good mood. When he saw Song Xiang, he returned to his previous attitude.
"Come to see Gu Lian?"
Song Xiang looked at him defensively, "What are you doing here?"
"I'll take her home." Lu Zechen said easily.
Song Xiang was surprised. Based on her understanding of Gu Lian, it was impossible for her to forgive Lu Zechen.
"She is cleaning up in the room, you can go and do it yourself."
Song Xiang watched Lu Zechen walk into the elevator, stood there stunned for a moment, and then hurried to Gu Lian's ward.
After knocking on the door, Gu Lian's voice came out, "Come in."
Song Xiang pushed the door open and walked in. He glanced around and was instantly startled by the sight in front of him.
Lots of roses were placed everywhere in the room.
Gu Lian was in a sea of flowers, applying lipstick in front of the mirror.