Chapter 64

The shareholders' meeting lasted quite a long time, accompanied by countless boxes of French fries, fried chicken chunks, and dark fried dishes, laying a smooth foundation for Nirvana Studio.

The first shareholders' meeting came to a successful conclusion one hour and forty minutes later. Mr. Jiang was still unsatisfied and left with two boxes of spicy chicken wings. As she walked back, she said to Jiang Bo, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Jiang, when you go there again in a few days, please help me check if there are any suitable rental properties

Jiang Bo took out his phone and showed her a bunch of pictures, saying, "Which one do you like? Choose one for yourself

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

What's wrong? "Jiang Bomei raised his eyebrows." Don't I need to rent a house? I didn't have time a while ago, so I just looked at a few properties. If you like something, you can choose it first. Then I can also ask the engineering team in charge of tidying up the studio to help you tidy up the house

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Is it expensive

Jiang Bo remained silent and glanced at Qilian. Qilian, as an investor, spoke up in a timely manner: "Even if the rent is included in the studio's daily expenses and employee benefits are included, if capable people are recruited in the future, the studio can also retain talent by providing employee dormitories

Jiang Bo sneered and said, "Mr. Qi's attentiveness is really taking advantage of every opportunity

After speaking, he took two quick steps forward, shook off the other two people, and on the early winter night when the cold wind swept slightly, he created a unique white lotus flower shape.

Qilian remained calm and composed, and Jiang Xiaoyuan had long been accustomed to his sarcasm. Without paying attention to him, she quickly transmitted all the rental information to her phone, preparing to call her grandmother at dawn the next morning to see what she meant.

Before she could ask for permission, Jiang Xiaoyuan had already imagined on her own - what kind of house would she rent?

It's best to be close to the studio, with a good community environment and public security. There should be an elevator so that the elderly can easily go up and down the stairs. There must be a large hospital nearby, and preferably a small park for people to move around... Can we have a three bedroom apartment? Even a small three bedroom apartment is fine, with one for grandma, one for herself, and the remaining one left for her to use as a small studio.

Sigh... too many demands, will it be too expensive?

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, wishing she could follow Jiang Bo to see for herself.

Others say that the process of finding a rental house is very tedious, but Jiang Xiaoyuan doesn't find it annoying at all. Since she arrived in this unlucky world, she has lived in urban shantytowns, unscrupulous internet cafes, hair salon warehouses, technical school dormitories... and studio attic.

In short, there is no place where people live normally.

She has been wandering around for too long, often feeling like floating duckweed without touching her feet. Now that she suddenly wants to have a normal house to live in, it feels like she has completed some kind of ceremony, with an indescribable excitement in her heart.

Even if renting a house can only be considered as a 'temporary parking spot'.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly felt a gaze cast on her.

She stopped and looked around in confusion, but didn't see anything. So she rubbed her neck and withdrew her doubts, trying to appear more joyful and restrained, not appearing so "successful".

Before I leave, I definitely have to have dinner with Mr. Chen, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said to herself." If only I could trick Mr. Chen into coming to our studio too. I learned from him how to do hairstyles

Qilian: "His child will be born in two or three months. Besides me, who else would be willing to leave their house and land with you and run around

Jiang Xiaoyuan smiled, this winter is not cold at all.

The next day, before Jiang Xiaoyuan could even get out of bed, she called her grandmother.

She described each house meticulously in her own incomprehensible language, leaving her mouth dry. Finally, excitedly, she asked, "Grandma, which one do you think is good

Grandma said calmly, "Find something cheap

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

I don't know if it's because she's getting older and calm, or if the older generation values subtlety, but whether it's reunion or separation, whether she achieves success or encounters failure, no matter how turbulent and passionate Jiang Xiaoyuan's train running mouth describes the event, it seems like it has become a calm and indifferent daily routine when she arrives at the old lady's place. Listening to her speak, Jiang Xiaoyuan can never hear any excitement or indignation.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "This is from the studio's account

Grandma: "Then don't be picky. You work outside and take advantage of the government less

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

What the hell is' public '?

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Grandma, we have already opened our own studio and even made it to the finals of the National Stylist Competition. Are you impressive

Grandma said, "Ahem, your second uncle goes to the market to sell vegetables, and they call him the boss. Work hard, there are many people who are better than you

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Grandma: "Okay, impressive, okay

Jiang Xiaoyuan covered her head with a blanket, rolled three times on the bed, and then started rolling around in a gurgling manner - there is no way to refute this fact. Their studio currently only has the chairman, executive director, and general manager, and the three presidents have no soldiers. Under Jiang's shining title, she had to take on multiple roles including assistant, secretary, accountant, various roles in the entire technical team, front desk, customer service... as well as sweeping lady and delivery girl.

In order to get out of this state of precision as soon as possible, Mr. Jiang has to give himself a tube of chicken blood every day.

Having arranged a meal with Chen Fangzhou, Jiang Xiaoyuan received the semifinal title for the National Stylist Competition.

The organizing committee of the finals provided her with a complete set of competition procedures and pre match preparation instructions in a very formal manner, including clear and concise instructions on online registration, reporting, model selection, and other issues.

The format of the finals is similar to that of the preliminary rounds, still consisting of two parts: "themed runway show" and "live proposition". However, the theme and live proposition have been informed to the contestants in advance on the public platform.

The theme of the runway show is "Born Like a Summer Flower", and the subsequent on-site topic is the film and television special effects assessment. The contestants have enough time to prepare what they need in advance.

Usually only small temples have a demonic aura, "Jiang Bo warned her." This time it will definitely be relatively fair. Don't play tricks in front of the national audience, go back and think carefully

Jiang Xiaoyuan thought about it all night when she went back, and the next day she said to Teacher Jiang, "For this show, I want to choose a male model. Is that okay

A person cannot be without weaknesses. Jiang Xiaoyuan knows that her weaknesses are particularly prominent, and the only way to deal with them is to face them, hone them, and fill in this weakness.

If she had the same spirit when she was studying, maybe she could have taken the top scorer exam.

Without hesitation, Jiang Bo poured a bucket of cold water on her and said, "Okay, why not? No one cares if you choose the demon model, ghost model, pig model, or sheep model. If you get brushed off in the first round, just don't cry

Jiang Xiaoyuan chuckled and said, "General Jiang, let me tell you, there is nothing in this world that can make me cry anymore

There is a superstition in the community that some things cannot be said, such as people who never get sick will catch a cold immediately, and people who say they never lose anything will have their phones stolen the next day when they go out.

It seems like there is an invisible hand that hides in people's lives like a shadow, waiting to pounce and slap them hard at any time.

The contract for the studio here is about to expire, and Jiang Bo will be leaving after two days. Jiang Xiaoyuan needs to stay and wait for the handover of the house to retrieve the deposit.

Early in the morning, seeing off Teacher Jiang who was heading to the airport, Jiang Xiaoyuan began to take stock of the studio's finances, packing everything that could be shipped. She was still just a few simple pieces of clothing, a tiny piece of luggage, and her suitcase.

Qilian poked at him like a wooden stake on one side - he couldn't sit down. Since Jiang Xiaoyuan decided to use a male model for the semifinals, besides thinking about her plans every day, he only made fun of Qilian, this ready-made handsome guy. Today is steampunk, and Jiang Xiaoyuan has wrapped a lot of unknown things around his legs. Now she can't bend her knees.

Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly asked, "Do you think the virus has already died

Qilian found it a bit difficult to open her mouth and asked, "It's been a long time since I've been bothering you? When can I take off this thing

Since he realized that harassment was useless, he hasn't harassed me again, "Jiang Xiaoyuan tied up a stack of discarded magazines she was planning to sell." Take them off

Qilian breathed a sigh of relief as if granted amnesty.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Shall we try making a 'Nutcracker' tomorrow

Qilian almost tripped his stiff joints and caused a big horse to lie down.

He felt that he didn't need much, and he was about to fall into the trap of "March Rabbit" and "Mr. Hat".

Qilian: "Do you still want to go back? I mean if you don't have to pay any price

Jiang Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment - if she could go back without paying a price, would she be willing?

Of course she was willing. Looking back now, her life was so smooth and smooth, with wealth paving the way. Whenever she wanted to do something, there was no failure.

Although Qilian can be considered a wealthy second-generation with a small industry, their ambition for so many years has not been there. Making some money is completely a stroke of luck, and there is no particularly substantial wealth accumulation. They can barely open their studio.

They are still tight, weak and helpless like grassroots.

I don't really want to, "Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly said.

Qilian was surprised and asked, "Why

Because there's no you over there, Mr. Qi, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said in a relaxed and casual tone, but her head involuntarily lowered, so she didn't see Qilian's suddenly bright eyes.

He always wore those animal like glasses, probably because his eyes were too good at speaking and he had to cover them up. Although he remained silent, there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, and he focused on Jiang Xiaoyuan.

His sudden silence made Jiang Xiaoyuan involuntarily turn around to look at him, just as they met Qilian's deep and introverted gaze on the narrow road.

Qilian stood in front of the french window of the studio, with his back to the light and one hand in his pocket. The whole person seemed to have a circle of golden light, and Jiang Xiaoyuan had put a circle of large and small ornaments on his body, which exaggerated the sharp light.

Jiang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but hold her breath and said, "What are you looking at

Qilian: "You

As soon as he spoke, Jiang Xiaoyuan's phone rang abruptly.

Qilian: "..."

He awkwardly touched his nose and waved his hand at Jiang Xiaoyuan, "You answer the phone first

The phone displayed that the incoming call was an unfamiliar one, which was mostly a harassing call. Jiang Xiaoyuan was snapped out of her senses by the commotion and directly disconnected the call.

She gave Qilian a a half smile and said, "It's okay, you go ahead and say it

Qilian was just making a big move, but it was interrupted once and has already declined three times. It's hard to say.

Jiang Xiaoyuan immediately took a step forward and said, 'What...'

The phone rang once again, as if it were an urgent call.

Jiang Xiaoyuan glanced at Qilian, who turned her head out of the window, and smiled as she continued, "Hello

A man awkwardly shouted into the phone, "Hey hey! Why isn't there any sound? Hey

Jiang Xiaoyuan vaguely felt the sound familiar, but the noise was too loud and she didn't react for a moment: 'I heard it, are you...'

The other party almost shouted in her ear, 'I am your Uncle Sun!'

During the Chinese New Year, she drove an electric tricycle to pick up her grandson.

Jiang Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, and for a moment, an indescribable premonition grabbed her. For no reason, her entire back tensed up, and her fingers immediately grabbed her phone.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Uncle Er, what's wrong

Sun Erbo shouted loudly, "Your grandmother fell, they have taken her to the hospital

At this moment, Jiang Bo had already arrived at the airport and it was still early. He planned to find a place to eat before passing through the security check when Qilian called in.

Jiang Bo was pulling his suitcase and looking around to find a place to stay, while listening to the phone.

As he listened, his brow furrowed and he said, "Okay... don't worry here, just follow me and you'll be at ease

Jiang Bo's words abruptly stopped, and he saw a familiar figure that made him tremble.

Fan Xiaoxiao, why is she here?

Jiang Bo: "If you need anything, please call me again... Hmm, could you please

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and watched hesitantly as Fan Xiaoxiao walked towards him step by step.

Fan Xiaoxiao was holding a pink lacquered leather bag, looking like a macaron with a long head, bright and sticky.

She appeared very abruptly, neither as someone preparing for a long journey nor as someone sending off relatives and friends.

Fan Xiaoxiao stood a few steps away from him and raised her hand to invite a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Fan Xiaoxiao: "I'm leaving this time, and I don't plan to come back in the future, do I

Jiang Bo fell silent for a moment and nodded.

Fan Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Are you planning to completely distance yourself from me and cut off contact

If Teacher Jiang had the strange premonition of Jiang Xiaoyuan or the extremely high emotional intelligence of Qilian, he might have sensed something was wrong and would first ease the atmosphere to get the problem over.

But when he faced this woman, he was always either afraid or silent, almost unable to face her directly.

She was like the rope that held him back, making him unable to lift his head for the rest of his life.

So Jiang Bo remained silent and nodded.

The smile on Fan Xiaoxiao's face disappeared, and her deep nasolabial folds hung down. Even an inch of thick powder couldn't cover up the numerous grooves and iron blue background on her face. She looked like a colorful zombie.

The next thing, Jiang Bo himself didn't even react. He heard a woman next to him screaming. Fan Xiaoxiao suddenly took something out of her bag and threw it at him, shouting hysterically, "You're thinking beautifully