Rebirth: At the beginning, the cool school beauty was caught stealing in the supermarket

Chapter 666 Who do you think wrote this song?

"Then I..."

Before Zhong Jincheng could finish speaking, Liang Jingfeng turned and quickly slipped away in one direction without looking back.

"Then I don't know where the investment department is either..." Zhong Jincheng muttered, then gritted his teeth, clenched the paper bag in his hand, turned around and walked towards the company gate.

Whether you live or die depends on your own mouth.

Upon entering the company's main entrance, a rather pretty young woman at the front desk noticed Zhong Jincheng lingering in front of the access control without swiping his card to enter. She politely approached him and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

“Yes, yes, a… a manager from the investment department.” Zhong Jincheng stammered in response. Damn it, he forgot to ask Liang Jingfeng what the other person’s surname was.

"May I ask your surname?"

"Clock, the clock."

"OK, wait."

Someone entered from behind, and Zhong Jincheng awkwardly stepped aside. He was carrying a paper bag in both hands and stood in the far corner, looking like a salesman, which was actually quite accurate.

"Hello, Mr. Zhong, this way please." After finishing the call, the receptionist led Zhong Jincheng to the elevator. In the past, Zhong Jincheng might have stared at her legs in stockings under her pencil skirt, but now he had no interest in that, only his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

He felt as nervous as if he were in the college entrance examination hall.

"Daiso?"

Mr. Liang, who had a flamboyant little braid, sat in the company's coffee shop, listening to Liang Jingfeng, who was sitting opposite him, explain why he had come.

Liang Jingfeng originally just wanted to find a place to wait for someone, so he came to the coffee shop. He didn't expect to run into his father, who was also there slacking off.

Liang Jingfeng: "Yeah, but Dad, I guess you can't be of much help, so I didn't tell you."

“This involves money, how could I possibly influence the investment department’s decision with just a few words? Besides, they can’t make the decision; they can only act as advisors. Ultimately, it requires a vote from the investment committee. Unless I’m the head of the company, I don’t even need to vote; I can decide with just a word.” Mr. Liang finished speaking and brought his coffee to his lips, only to find it so hot that he almost spat it out.

"Did your friend mention how much funding he needs?" he asked again.

"One hundred thousand."

"That's alright, the amount isn't large, the investment department can probably decide for themselves. Let's see if your friend's project can attract them..." At this point, Mr. Liang casually asked, "Does your friend know Lu Yuanqiu?"

Liang Jingfeng: "Yes, I know him. Lu Yuanqiu himself was involved in this project. The comic book story was written by Lu Yuanqiu."

Mr. Liang paused for a moment, then asked, "Does Lu Yuanqiu know that he's coming today?"

"I know that too."

Mr. Liang did not respond. After a moment of silence, he suddenly shrugged and chuckled while holding his coffee, then shook his head and sighed, "Sigh, they know how to play games, they know how to play games."

"What?"

"fine……"

On the other side, in a conference room with only two people, Zhong Jincheng sat on the leather chair that had been warmed by his backside, looking somewhat nervously at the man sitting opposite him.

The man was in his thirties, wearing glasses, but already balding. His expression seemed to clearly say: "Impossible to reason." He carefully examined the paintings on the eight milk tea cups, occasionally glancing up at Zhong Jincheng. Whenever his eyes met Zhong Jincheng's, Zhong Jincheng would give him a dry smile, his expression very ingratiating.

"Actually, 100,000 is only a small investment for our company, but we have many small investment applications coming to us. We can't just give money to any company that has a novel idea. Money doesn't grow on trees."

"Putting aside whether anyone will be interested in your comics, the most important thing is that we don't even know how well your milk tea is doing... Mr. Zhong, tsk, please forgive me for this difficult situation..."

“Actually…” Zhong Jincheng scratched his pants with both hands and explained with a dry laugh, “These characters are all my real friends, including myself and my current girlfriend. My girlfriend will draw the comic herself, and the plot will be written by this ‘Qiu’. I am confident that the comic I draw will be liked by everyone because I have personally experienced them.”

The man opposite him hit the nail on the head: "Is it possible that you and your team are getting a little carried away with your own stories? This is just your story, not ours. Who wouldn't enjoy a story they've personally experienced? But what does this have to do with us, with the consumers? We can't relate to it."

“My friend who writes the script is very talented. I don’t know if you’ve heard one of his songs; it even won an award.” Zhong Jincheng was getting a little anxious. He realized that he really didn’t know how to negotiate. All he could think of now was to try to praise himself or Lu Yuanqiu and the others.

"Sorry, never heard of it."

"Would you like to listen to it? I have it on my phone."

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhong, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll stop here for today." The man opposite him glanced at his watch, put on a polite smile, and stood up.

Zhong Jincheng continued playing music on his phone, following behind. The man's expression was already somewhat helpless. Just as he was about to push open the office door, his hand paused.

The soothing intro begins, followed by the first line of lyrics.

"The worn-out desks have grown the shape of tree rings."

The bespectacled man turned around, his expression showing some surprise.

"How is it? Does it feel like that all of a sudden?" Zhong Jincheng raised his hand happily, trying to find resonance.

The bespectacled man pulled down his glasses and carefully examined Zhong Jincheng. He seemed to vaguely remember seeing this student somewhere before; he was the bassist who appeared in the city arts competition video half a year ago. Wow, this guy has such a low profile.

Xiao Liang didn't mention that the kid was in the band when he introduced him.

"Who did you say wrote this song again?" The bespectacled man adjusted his glasses and suddenly smiled.

Zhong Jincheng immediately turned back, picked up the milk tea cup with "Qiu" printed on it on the table, and hurriedly said, "It's him. He will also create the comic story, which includes his story with his girlfriend."

The bespectacled man gave him a strange look, walked back, picked up the "Autumn" on the table to examine it, and then picked up the "Summer".

Zhong Jincheng couldn't stop smiling and quickly turned up the volume on his phone, letting Lu Yuanqiu's singing fill the entire office.

"Isn't the song great? Haha, we even formed a band together and performed at your company's annual party. Liang Jingfeng and I are really close, and I also know Uncle Liang." Zhong Jincheng began to embellish the story.

"It's no use mentioning him, kid. Mr. Liang can't interfere in our affairs," the bespectacled man replied, looking at the "Qiu" on the cup, basically certain.

"Huh? Oh..." Zhong Jincheng responded with some surprise, shut his mouth, and placed the phone playing music on the table, pushing it forward a little.

As expected, this manager still prefers listening to music.

The young master himself was personally involved in a project at the school, and now he's trying to attract investment, but there was no notification from above? What does this mean?
　One more chapter will be available in a little while.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)