The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

Chapter 79 I admit that I have a gambling element

Song Youan had never seen such a thick resume before, with more than a dozen pages and an additional personal collection of Liang Bei's works attached.

The resume is so detailed that it includes his experiences in major competitions during his university years. Just by looking at the resume, it's as if you've witnessed Liang Bei's entire career up to the present.

You can tell how much care was put into this resume, and you can also see how much Liang Bei values ​​this opportunity.

After reading the entire content, Song Youan could only think of two words: excellent.

Excellent!
At such a young age, he was able to become the director of QG Greater China, which truly demonstrates his superior professional abilities.

During the last interview, he confidently told me as he left, "You will definitely hire me." Now Song Youan understands that he has the right to be confident.

However, Song Youan still hesitated. Hiring Liang Bei might pose unknown risks for her, and she didn't know if a newly established studio could withstand these risks.

And so, she sat motionless in front of the computer for a full three hours before finally picking up her phone and sending a message to Liang Bei.

I'd like to meet with you again, alone, tomorrow.

Within seconds, the other party replied asking for the location.

Song Youan sent the address of her favorite dessert shop to the other party and told them the time: 10:30 a.m. tomorrow.

The following morning, Yan Fei drove her to the dessert shop. Liang Bei had already arrived at the innermost part of the shop, near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He was wearing a cream-colored tracksuit, his originally slightly long, tousled hair had been cut much shorter, he had stubble on his chin, and he was wearing glasses, which was completely different from his usual image. Song Youan didn't recognize him at first glance.

Yet this completely new image actually made his artistic temperament even more pronounced, while the arrogant capitalist attitude he had at first glance had completely disappeared.

He was like a completely different person; Song Youan was truly amazed by him at that moment.

"You're right on time." Liang Bei leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed. He glanced at Yan Fei sitting not far away, and then said to Song You'an, "I thought you were alone, so I only ordered you an iced Americano."

“It’s okay, he doesn’t drink coffee,” Song You’an said, her gaze fixed on Liang Bei.

Liang Bei smiled slightly, and his complexion was much better than when he last saw him.

"You seem to be in good spirits lately."

Liang Bei raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying, and said, "In this fast-paced information age, my story has already been moved on from the past by netizens..."

He shook his head again as he spoke: "Not necessarily. Your July issue, which you collaborated on with Fashion Whirlwind, should be on the market soon. When that happens, the boomerang might come back to haunt us, and QG and I will probably be dragged out and whipped again."

"But it doesn't matter. I've already heard the worst things. I don't care about the outside world's opinions anymore. I only care about your answer."

He glanced at the Hermes bag Song Youan had placed on the table and asked, "Did you bring the contract?"

Song Youan looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "Are you so sure I'm here to sign a contract with you?"

Liang Bei pursed his lips: "You didn't come here just to have coffee with me, did you? If you didn't plan to use me, you wouldn't want to see me again." Song You'an suddenly smiled, nodded, and said: "You know, I didn't understand where your confidence came from before, but now I do."

"Oh?" Liang Bei blinked and asked, "Why?"

"Because I carefully read your resume, and you are indeed very outstanding, which is why I hesitated for so long."

As she spoke, Song Youan took out the contract documents from her bag and placed them on the table. She then looked at Liang Bei with a serious expression and said, "I made a big decision, but before signing this contract, I want to ask you, how much revenue can you bring to the studio in its first year?"

"That depends on how much authority you give me. Am I a design assistant? A designer? Or the chief designer?" Liang Bei asked.

At least for now, he is unsure of the value of the contract in front of him. If it's just a design assistant position, then the studio's profits shouldn't be his concern.

Song Youan looked into his eyes and said, word by word, "Neither, it's the director."

Liang Bei was stunned, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.

Director?

Song Youan actually made him the director of the studio?

Unlike large groups like QG, where directors are divided into multiple departments and positions such as marketing director, operations director, and planning director, studios are smaller in scale. Generally speaking, the director is the person with the highest say and authority in the studio.

This position should have been held by Song Youan.

Because there is usually only one director in a studio!

"Are you serious?" Liang Bei asked, somewhat incredulous.

Song Youan nodded slightly, but made her point clear: "You will be the director of the studio, but as the owner, I have veto power at crucial moments. I can overturn all your decisions if I disagree. However, I will not interfere too much with your professional work, because I know that your professional abilities far surpass mine, and I need to learn from you in this area."

"So let's go back to the question we just discussed: In the first year, how much revenue can you, as the director, bring to the studio?"

Liang Bei's expression finally turned serious. He first looked at Song You'an and said, "You're really bold..."

Then, he raised his hand, held up three fingers to make an OK sign: "Thirty million!"

Thirty million—every word is weighty and undeniable.

Song Youan smiled with satisfaction and placed the pen in front of him: "If you achieve the target you promised today, I can give you a 10% bonus."

"Song You'an, do you really trust me that much?" Liang Bei didn't rush to sign, seemingly wanting to figure out what Song You'an was really thinking.

He's just a recent college graduate, so why does he act and think so unpredictably? He has a criminal record and a bad reputation, yet Song Youan actually made him the director of her studio. Doesn't she have any concerns?
Song Youan smiled slightly and said, "I know what you're thinking. You were in a position to deal with QG's affairs, so you couldn't stay out of it. But afterwards, you took the blame for QG all by yourself and were blacklisted by the industry. Even though you were resentful and had a lot of anger in your heart, you never said anything bad about QG in front of the media. Just for that, I think you are trustworthy."

"Don't talk like you know me so well," Liang Bei said in a somber tone.

Song Youan chuckled and shook her head: "Of course I can't say I understand you. This is just some optimistic speculation in my mind. So my idea is either not to use you or to give you an important position. I admit there's an element of gambling in this. I hope you won't disappoint me."