The next morning, Zhang Qiang arrived at the villa area where Li Yun was staying before seven o'clock. He can also be regarded as an experienced driver in terms of time, route, and itinerary arrangements.
Recently, even Fang Zhu, the young ancestor, had spoken less sarcastically towards him. After only two or three weeks together, he had already figured out the young master's temper. Li Yun is right. Even if it is a hedgehog, as long as you stroke it in the direction of the growth of the thorns, it will not prick your hands. Li Yun praised her good taste and said that he could really get along with Fang Zhu. But when he heard these words, he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart - wasn't this equivalent to saying that I was born to serve people's lives?
But seeing the 288 yuan red envelope that Li Yun later sent, the awkward pimple disappeared again.
After all, he is only a half-grown child, and the people around him are just looking at his family background, complimenting and flattering him. Although there is no blatant deception or concealment, there are many little thoughts behind it.
Once, when the accountant came to report the accounts, Zhang Qiang happened to be nearby. He glanced at the quotation. He may not have much idea about other things, but one of them is "XX paint", and the price is about 10% higher than the market price. The reason why he knew so well was because he happened to need to paint the walls two days ago and went to the building materials market, and he still remembered the brands and prices of commonly used paints on the market. The purchase report showed a high-end brand of latex paint. For a small-scale, low-cost film and television production like theirs, most of the props produced are rough and simple. After one use, they are basically scrapped. That being the case, is it really necessary to use the best materials?
Of course, none of this was within Fang Zhu's consideration. Even if he knew that the quotation was a bit high, this unworldly young man probably wouldn't be able to let go of his body and bargain with others, Zhang Qiang thought.
Zhang Qiang smacked his lips and watched quietly as Fang Zhu glanced through the list, signed his name in a routine manner and threw it back to the finance department without saying anything.
The tall, heavy metal door with complicated patterns slowly opened a crack, and a warm breath with a slight floral fragrance rushed in. He seemed to have smelled this smell somewhere... Ah, by the way, it was in Yelan, the most high-end, most expensive, and most luxurious hotel in Yunhe City. He was once invited as a VIP to a private room with the highest consumption level. Have had a meal.
The cold in early spring is not much milder than that in autumn and winter, and the warm wind cheers Zhang Qiang up. The face of a middle-aged man in his forties appeared behind the door. He was Butler Ji, who took care of Li Yun's daily life during her pregnancy.
As soon as Zhang Qiang saw him, he reflexively put on a smiling mask, leaned his neck slightly forward, nodded to him, and said hello softly: "Good morning, Butler Ji."
Butler Ji looked at him expressionlessly, opened the door to 60 degrees, and said in a stylized voice: "Please come in."
Zhang Qiang was slightly stunned. Although he had been here two or three times, he had never been able to step through this door. Whatever happened to Li Yun, he would pass it on to Butler Ji, so this time he took it for granted that Butler Ji would directly hand him the key and send him away.
Seeing that he was in a daze, Butler Ji explained: "Madam seems to have something to tell you. She is already waiting for you in the living room."
So Zhang Qiang hurriedly put on a pair of plastic shoe covers under Butler Ji's instructions and followed him to the living room. As expected, Li Yun was lazily nestled in a leather sofa, holding a Hermès Oriental Horse ceramic teacup in her hand, looking relaxed and at ease.
Seeing the two people approaching, she slowly straightened up, put down the cup in her hand, and waved to Zhang Qiang to sit down.
Speaking of which, although they have been in frequent contact recently, this was actually only the second time they met Li Yun.
Li Yun looks more majestic than she does on the phone, and even more powerful than the aura she had at the class reunion. After all, she is the true hostess in this house.
"Good morning." Zhang Qiang used a general greeting without any salutation. In the communication software, he would call her "Eldest Miss" cateringly. He could clearly feel that Li Yun was very comfortable with this title. Most women liked this title - "Eldest Miss" meant that she was originally from a noble background, and It is not relying on men that makes you successful.
But when it comes to actual face to face, you can't shout it out so bluntly. This is the convenience, concealment and amplification of the Internet, which allows people to communicate unscrupulously anytime, anywhere, say things they usually dare not say, and vent their suppressed emotions without having to know whether the person on the other end of the computer is a cat or a dog.
"Morning." Li Yun responded briefly and said nothing more. This made Zhang Qiang feel even more confused, so he asked directly: "What happened?"
Li Yun raised her eyelids slightly, glanced in the direction where Butler Ji left, and then quickly looked back. Only then did Zhang Qiang understand that she didn't want others to hear the conversation between them.
"It's nothing. I forgot to explain something yesterday. I thought since you are coming over today, I might as well explain it to you in person."
Zhang Qiang sat up straight, indicating that he was listening carefully.
"I asked the movie prop master to make a model for me. If you go to his studio this time, please bring it back for me."
"Oh, that's it, no problem!" Zhang Qiang responded easily: "Do you have any other instructions?"
Li Yun finally smiled at this time: "You have forgotten a key issue. There is no one in that studio to communicate with you now. Do you know what kind of props and models you want to get?"
Zhang Qiang patted his head and said with some embarrassment: "Yes, I took it for granted that it was similar to picking up takeout and delivering express delivery. When you get to the place, you can just pick up the things and leave. I forgot to ask what kind of things I wanted to pick up. So, what do the props you want me to transport look like, or where are they placed?”
Li Yun suddenly lowered her voice and said somewhat mysteriously: "It's a dummy."
After Zhang Qiang heard this, he just said "Oh" and didn't feel much surprise. The movie he was shooting this time was a horror movie. There would be murder and even dismemberment, so props such as dummies and amputated limbs were indispensable. .
Li Yun added: "The prop I ordered is a human skin mask."
This time, Zhang Qiang finally couldn't help but open his mouth: "Human skin mask? Then... what is it used for?"
Li Yun thought for a moment and then said: "Originally... I had other plans, but now, I have a new idea. Seeing that you are all busy with your own careers, let me sit at home all day with nothing to do. I’m so envious of you, so I really want to participate in your activities.”
"Ah? Well... you also want to make movies?" Zhang Qiang felt a little confused for a moment. Could it be that the hobby of rich people now becomes making movies?
"Of course not!" Li Yun waved her hand: "How can I do such a complicated job like this?"
"That is……"
"I just want to have a sense of participation." Li Yun said.
"You should also take the prop I ordered to the set. I spent a lot of money to make it, and the quality is very good. Help me talk to the script teacher or prop teacher to see if it can be used. It’s worth it. If they are willing to use it, it can be considered as my contribution. Of course, if it’s really not suitable, I won’t force it.”
"But..." Li Yun added with some grievance: "You must not let Master Xiao Fang know that it is my thing, otherwise, he would rather throw it into the fire immediately than use it."
Zhang Qiang nodded mechanically, indicating that he understood. Li Yun always seems to solemnly ask him to do some trivial things, but gives him obviously unequal rewards. .
In the past month, he has only been working as a driver, running errands and doing chores. If you add in the red envelope rewards that Li Yun sends him on weekdays, his income will be close to 5 figures.
Zhang Qiang is not so big-hearted that he takes all this for granted. Good times rarely last long, he thought to himself.
