Chapter 870
Xiao Jingbei also fell silent after hearing this.
Indeed, Cheng Xi is too young after all.
Cheng Xi's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Movie.
For many costume stylists, it is much more difficult to enter the film industry than the television industry.
Moreover, it is easier to win awards if you get out of the industry in a movie. It doesn’t take as long to make a movie as long as a TV series, and you can make more money.
"You can let me help others." Cheng Xi said quickly, "I have always done in-depth research on the basics of historical costume culture."
Zhan Yue raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "You don't have a million to attack someone. Are you sure you don't want the one million compensation I'll give you?"
"No, I'm willing to help others." Cheng Xi was very determined.
She didn't know much about the film industry. She was still young and hadn't even graduated yet. She could see more, learn more, and even make more connections.
There is no money now, but as long as we work hard, there will definitely be money in the future.
Zhan Yue looked playful and said, "Okay, take my business card and go to Hangzhou to find Professor Ye Boqi. He is the costume and styling director of this drama I invested in."
"Ye Boqi?"
Cheng Xi was completely dumbfounded, "Is he the artist who swept the Oscars, Asian Film Awards, and North American Best Art Director Awards?"
"What else?" Zhan Yue glanced at her, "I only have one request, stay away from me in the future."
"Please, I'm a woman. Your...boyfriend likes men, so you should be wary of men, okay." Cheng Xi complained speechlessly, "Why are you staring at me, a woman?"
Zhan Yue was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, it made the same sense, "Okay, go away, don't disturb our world."
"You think I want to see you, my phone, and my bag." Cheng Xi said angrily.
Zhan Yue looked at the bodyguard.
The bodyguard hesitated and said, "I threw it away."
Cheng Xi's blood surged, "I just bought my phone not long ago, and I still have cash and styling tools in my bag."
"Isn't it just money?"
Zhan Yue impatiently picked up the pen, took a check from his pocket, filled in the numbers and threw it to Cheng Xi.
Cheng Xi glanced at the number with "one hundred thousand yuan" written on it and immediately fell silent.
She was hacked, and she was compensated 100,000 yuan and then hooked up with an old-time artist who won the German Oscar Award.
Well, no matter how you look at it, she is worth it.
"My driver is downstairs, ask him to take you back to the hotel." Xiao Jingbei said, "This place is quite remote."
"Excuse me, I took my luggage from the hotel and left. See you again if we have a chance."
Cheng Xi waved his hand politely.
"Whoever wants to see you again, please leave quickly and don't disturb our world." Zhan Yue said coldly.
"..."
Cheng Xi was speechless and died.
She was talking to Xiao Jingbei, not him.
But holding the business card in his hand tightly, Cheng Xi still left wisely.
There is no way, who made her so quiet now, she is too weak.
She believes this is only temporary.
...
After getting in the car and leaving, Cheng Xi looked back at the villa behind her.
This villa is like a garden. When she passed by it just now, any tree was worth a lot of money.
