Fu Yue really wanted to complain, but in the end, he remained silent, pursed his lips tightly, and leaned on the chair in a daze.
He was hairy and his eyes were drooping.
Zhou Qianyu looked at her and frowned, "Are you going to sleep again?"
Fu Yue suddenly woke up and looked outside, "We're almost there?"
"There are still two minutes left. Ziyu will look for you later. Do you know what to say?" Zhou Qianyu asked.
Fu Yue's eyes flashed with cunning, and he said with a smile: "I told her that your former boyfriend is now my husband, you are now the secretary, and I am the boss's wife, hehe."
Zhou Qianyu looked at her triumphant look. He didn't know why, but he wasn't angry at all. He felt quite happy, "Okay, just say that."
Fu Yue: "..."
"Zhou Qianyu." Fu Yue approached him, "Actually, you also have a grudge against Murong Ziyu, right?"
Zhou Qianyu glanced at her lightly and ignored her.
The car arrived at the entrance of the company.
Zhou Qianyu got off the bus first.
Fu Yue reluctantly pushed open the car door and followed him.
Maybe it's not the rush hour for them, so there aren't many people waiting for the elevator.
Zhou Qianyu entered the elevator and swiped his work ID card.
Fu Yue asked Zhou Qianyu: "Do I need to swipe my work permit to get on the elevator?"
"Intelligently identifies which department you are in and which floor you are on. You cannot go to other floors unless you are taken in." Zhou Qianyu said calmly, putting one hand in his pocket.
Fu Yue understood, "I don't have a work permit."
"So I'll bring you in today, and I'll ask the HR department to get you a work permit later." Zhou Qianyu said.
"Yeah." Fu Yue nodded and looked at the numbers on the elevator.
She remembered that when she left, Zhou Qianyu's company seemed to be just that club, and then she set up a film and television company, which made it bigger.
But now, the front desk is on the first floor, and the doormen are all from his company.
How could his company become so big in just one year?
"Did you rent this building?" Fu Yue asked curiously.
Zhou Qianyu glanced at her, "Do I need to rent it? I bought it."
"You bought such a building and it's all empty. It's such a waste. The housing prices in City J are very high." Fu Yue was surprised.
"There are people on every floor, and every room has a purpose. They all perform their own duties and are in charge of different departments. What are you thinking? I am a businessman. Will I make money?" Zhou Qianyu said lightly.
Fu Yue felt that Zhou Qianyu was rich, richer than she imagined.
"How many companies do you have?" Fu Yue was curious.
"More than twenty, why, do you want to manage it? I should hand over the film and television department to you. You are familiar with this area anyway." Zhou Qianyu said.
Fu Yue shook his head.
She has to learn to cook, do housework, help him work, and be responsible for projects, so she is too busy.
She also wants to spend more time doing her own things.
Shake his head.
"Really not? If you want, I can make you even more brilliant than when you were Fu Yue. I have several private equity companies behind me. You can make as many movies as you want without worrying about money. If you make money, I will give you the rewards."
It's your share." Zhou Qianyu said confidently.
"Having married you, am I still worried about money? Zhou Qianyu, I'm already married to you, can you withdraw the accusation against Fu Yue?" Fu Yue demanded.
"It depends on your mood." Zhou Qianyu said quietly.
The elevator door opened.
Zhou Qianyu went out first, and Fu Yue followed Zhou Qianyu to his office, "Zhou Qianyu, can your computer print directly?"
Fu Yue looked at the computer assigned to him.
"Yeah." Zhou Qianyu responded, turned on the computer, and put his eyes on the computer.
Fu Yue didn't print too much, so he selected some people's names and printed them out.
She got up.
Zhou Qianyu frowned, "Where to go?"
"Huh?" Fu Yue replied: "I just printed a copy of the information and want to get it."
"Do you know where to get it?"
"I don't know. I'll go out and ask later." Fu Yue said in a good voice.
Zhou Qianyu glanced at the position next to the door, "That."
"Oh." Master Fu raised a smile. "So it's so close."
She took the information and opened the door.
Zhou Qianyu frowned, "Where are you going again?"
"I'm going to report to Murong Ziyu. She is my direct boss. I said I would go in half an hour, but it's already half an hour later," Fu Yue explained.
"Go, don't run around, come back after reporting your work, we'll have lunch together," Zhou Qianyu said.
"I know." Fu Yue went out.
She thinks so, Zhou Qianyu always takes care of her, do all men take care of women in this way?
It was such a sad day.
She went to Murong Ziyu's office.
Murong Ziyu glanced at the time, raised a smile, and asked, "Do you have no sense of time?"
"Something happened in the middle?" Fu Yue said softly.
Murong Ziyu sat on the sofa, looked at Fu Yue who was standing, and asked with a very proud attitude: "What's the accident?"
"Traffic jam." Fu Yue found an excuse.
Murong Ziyu twitched her lips, not hiding the sarcasm, "Tell me what work you did yesterday? What work did you do today?"
"First of all, I think that in order to convince Xisili to hand over the exhibition activities to us, we have to put forward more tempting conditions. For example, the portal with a lot of traffic at this exhibition will invite traffic celebrities to promote her, such as
, we also need to take a commission.”
"What I want to know is what work did you do yesterday and today?"
"I invited friends to dinner, and then introduced them through friends. I temporarily got the contact numbers of some celebrities and their agents, as well as the contact numbers of some platforms." Fu Yue handed the printed list to Murong Ziyu.
Murong Ziyu was shocked when she saw the list.
Many of them are traffic stars.
"Can you contact all of these?" Murong Ziyu was surprised. She couldn't believe it.
Fu Yue raised a smile.
These people, if it were Fu Yue in the past, they would come over no matter how busy she was if she just made a phone call.
But now, it takes a little work.
Thinking about it this way, she should really continue to help Zhou Qianyu in film and television production, so that she doesn't have to work under Murong Ziyu.
"I will do my best and if an agreement is reached, I will report to you."
Murong Ziyu looked at Fu Yue's playful smile and frowned, "Were you with Qian Yu yesterday?"
"I'm his secretary, but we haven't been together for long, haha." Fu Yue smiled guiltily.
"Don't play tricks on Mr. Zhou, he is not a man you can covet." Murong Ziyu warned.
Can she say that Zhou Qianyu covets her?
She doesn't want to marry him.
"Thank you." Fu Yue said these two words.
"Next time you're outside with him, send me a message?"
"Huh?" Fu Yue was stunned. "Sometimes we do things outside, and sometimes it may be more confidential. I think it would be better for you to call Zhou Qianyu directly."
"Zhou Qianyu? What do you call him?" Murong Ziyu's voice was a bit sharp.