Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 398 A female college student comes for a job interview late at night?
Art students like Zhang Jingyu, from a secondary music college at a normal university, dream of meeting a big shot in the entertainment industry.

They can't compare to those from prestigious professional schools. After graduation, they either take the teacher exam, go to training courses, or become talent broadcasters.

No art student who chooses to study music doesn't want to become famous.

Zhang Jingyu is not only a socialite outside, actively trying to get close to businessmen like President Lü, but she also maintains inappropriate relationships with college teachers, hoping that they can introduce her to some friends in the entertainment industry and help her get a place in graduate school.

Girls like her don't feel dirty. There are plenty of girls who are even more reckless than her on this path.

She simply followed the path her seniors had taken.

I never expected to run into Mr. Jiang, such a big spender, at an outdoor party today.

I was just complaining to my tutor about what happened today and seeking comfort. I secretly took a picture of Jiang Beicheng and showed it to my tutor, only to find out about President Jiang's status in the entertainment industry.

Although he's not exactly a seasoned veteran with extensive experience in the entertainment industry, it would be easy for this newcomer to promote a few well-known artists.

Zhang Jingyu stared at Jiang Beicheng and said to her girlfriends, "That Mr. Jiang is a big spender in the entertainment industry."

The girls' eyes widened in surprise.

He looked at Jiangbei City again with disbelief.

This handsome guy has amazed them too many times today.

"Sure?"

"Yes, Professor Zhang told me that he attended President Jiang's charity gala as a social celebrity."

"Whale, what do we do now? We offended him this afternoon."

Zhang Jingyu fell into thought.

I hesitated for a moment.

Should we swallow our pride and take a gamble?
Jiang Beicheng finished two cans of beer, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and just as he put it to his lips, a beam of light shone over.

"Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang."

Zhang Jingyu handed over the lighter with both hands, her hands still trembling.

Jiang Beichen smiled, took the light she offered, lit his cigarette, took a puff, and joked, "This young lady is quite adaptable."

Zhang Jingyu knew that President Jiang was referring to her thick skin, so she decided to be even thicker and replied with a smile, "I didn't know President Jiang's identity just now, please don't take offense."

Jiang Beicheng: "Now you know?"

"Yes, the famous and imposing President Jiang." Zhang Jingyu adopted the same tone she used when chatting with President Lü, trying to get closer to Jiang Beicheng by releasing ambiguous information, and took the initiative to start a conversation, "Does President Jiang know our Professor Zhang?"

"Which Professor Zhang?"

"He is the head of the Municipal National Orchestra and the vice dean of the School of Music at Jiangnan Normal University."

Jiang Beicheng: "I've met him a few times."

Zhang Jingyu smiled and said, "I am his student, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will soon be my graduate advisor."

Jiang Beicheng: "You studied bel canto?"

"I'm also learning pop singing, Mr. Jiang, would you like to hear me sing?" Zhang Jingyu said with a smile. She felt that she had a good chat with Mr. Jiang just now, and with her relationship with Professor Zhang, Mr. Jiang should give her a chance.

We look forward to a positive response from Jiangbei City.

Jiang Beichen laughed. She had some social skills, but her level was too low. Perhaps she lacked experience, and her words were not appropriate when facing someone in a higher position.

"Sorry, brother, I got dragged along by a few ladies over there and forced them to drink two bottles of wine, leaving you sitting alone for so long," A-Zhu said as he walked over and sat down.

He brought over two plates of braised dishes and opened a can of beer for Jiang Beicheng, saying, "Let them do their thing, I'll have a drink with you."

Jiang Beicheng took the beer and clinked glasses with him.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyu smiled politely at Jiang Beicheng and Azhuo, and left first.

Let's not disturb President Jiang's enjoyment.

After the bonfire party, Lü Xuewen said to Zhang Jingyu, "You've been sweating, haven't you? Come to my yurt to take a shower later; there's a bathroom inside."

Zhang Jingyu smiled and gave a perfunctory reply.

I neither refused nor agreed.

She knew that Lü Xuewen wanted to sleep with her, and if she hadn't run into President Jiang today, she probably would have run to Lü Xuewen's yurt soon.

Mr. Lü is quite capable; even if he can't help her fulfill her dream, he can still give her a lot of money to spend.

But right now, her mind is entirely on President Jiang.

If we miss this opportunity today, we'll never have another chance to see President Jiang.

Zhang Jingyu first set up the camping tent with her girlfriends. Later that night, she changed into a sundress, wearing nothing underneath, and said while holding her toiletries, "I'm going to take a shower at Mr. Lü's place."

The girls didn't take it seriously and nodded.

Zhang Jingyu took a detour and went directly to the topmost yurt.

She just saw Jiangbei City enter that yurt.

After Jiang Beicheng finished showering, he lay on the bed playing on his phone when suddenly a woman's figure appeared on the yurt.

With a smile on his face.

I already knew who it was.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Beicheng asked directly.

Zhang Jingyu was startled, but immediately became excited again, and whispered in response, "President Jiang, are you asleep? Can I take a shower here?"

Jiang Beicheng got up, walked over, and opened the door.

"Mr. Jiang, we didn't book any rooms, we brought our own tents. We just had a bonfire party and we're all sweaty and greasy," Zhang Jingyu said to Jiang Beicheng with a smile.

Jiang Beicheng saw through this little scheme at a glance.

I'm curious how she'll continue acting.

"Keep your voice down," Jiang Beicheng reminded him.

“Okay.” Zhang Jingyu smiled brightly, feeling quite smug. She thought that when President Jiang said to keep her voice down, he meant not letting others know that she was here.

In reality, Jiang Beicheng meant that she shouldn't make too much noise while taking a bath, so as not to disturb his watching the news.

Zhang Jingyu went to take a shower.

After washing up, he smiled at Jiang Beicheng and said, "Thank you, President Jiang."

"Mm." Jiang Beichen nodded.

"Mr. Jiang, can't you sleep? Do you need me to chat with you?" Zhang Jingyu approached Jiang Beicheng's bed. "I'll sing for you."

This girl was so eager to show off just now. Is she very confident in her professional abilities?

If there are truly unique qualities worth cultivating, Jiangbei City wouldn't mind signing them and nurturing them to generate profits for the company.

She was given a chance. "Come on, show us."

Zhang Jingyu moved a stool over and sat down facing Jiang Beicheng. "I'll sing a few lines softly, otherwise if others hear it, it will affect President Jiang's reputation." You do know how to consider my feelings.

Zhang Jingyu began to sing a few lines of bel canto.

Jiang Beicheng remained calm and unmoved, offering no unexpected surprises.

Zhang Jingyu assumed that Jiang Beicheng didn't understand bel canto, and said with a smile, "President Jiang, I'll sing pop instead."

Jiang Beicheng frowned.

What do you mean?
Do you think I don't understand music?
If we're talking about acting skills, I'm definitely an amateur, but when it comes to music, I not only play around with it, but I've also studied various musical forms from both domestic and international sources.

With your skill level...

Before he could even give his critique, Zhang Jingyu, feeling quite pleased with herself, started showing off her "singing skills."

Jiang Beicheng interrupted, "It's really just average."

Zhang Jingyu looked at Jiang Bei awkwardly.

"It's better than KTV, and about the same level as internet celebrities," Jiang Beicheng said frankly.

Zhang Jingyu couldn't respond.

She actually knew her own limitations. If she truly had a captivating voice and exceptional talent, she would have been discovered by a talent scout long ago.

However, President Jiang did not turn her away tonight, and even gave her a chance to show herself, which made her mistakenly believe that there was a chance.

"Do you have any other talents?" Jiang Beicheng asked.

A smile reappeared on Zhang Jingyu's face, thinking that President Jiang was referring to her.

Talents are secondary; as long as they're not too bad, that's fine. But if you want to get into the entertainment industry, you need to be good at various tricks.

"Yes, what talent would you like to see, Mr. Jiang?" Zhang Jingyu got up to massage Jiang Beichen's shoulders. "Does moaning in bed count as a talent?"

That's very straightforward.

She deliberately pulled back her shoulders, letting the halter dress slide down from her shoulders to her arms, revealing it to Jiang Beicheng.

"It's just average!" Jiang Beicheng commented after glancing at it.

Zhang Jingyu thought Jiang Beicheng was teasing her and flirting, so she smiled, grabbed Jiang Beicheng's wrist, and placed his hand on her breasts. "President Jiang, try it out. You'll definitely be satisfied."

She then sat directly on Jiang Beicheng's lap, intending to kiss him.

Art students these days are really open-minded.

Jiang Beichen shrank back, lowered his hand, and smiled at Zhang Jingyu: "It's really nothing special, classmate."

With your qualifications, if you focus your efforts on General Manager Lü, you should have no problem making some pocket money.

Zhang Jingyu instantly realized that President Jiang was serious.

She got up from Jiang Beichen, bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Beicheng shook his head and smiled.

She left, carrying the basin, looking suspicious.

They really thought this female college student had some outstanding professional abilities, and that signing her would make the company money.

After seeing her talents, I guess her mind will be focused on socializing.

but……

Jiang Beichen raised his hand and looked at the hand that had just touched her Xuezi passively. "That's it?"
Too ordinary.

He's been with so many exquisite things that his hands are very discerning.

……

Zhang Jingyu hurriedly got down from the yurt in Jiangbei City. When he passed by Lü Xuewen's yurt, he saw Lü Xuewen smoking.

Lu Xuewen glanced at her. "Whale, what's going on?"

Zhang Jingyu straightened her hair and pretended to be calm. "I took a shower at the guesthouse owner's house."

"Why go so far? I have a shower room here." Mr. Lü took a step forward and reached out to hug her. "Can't you sleep? Want to come in and have a cup of butter tea?"

Zhang Jingyu thought of Jiang Beicheng's evaluation of her earlier. Her conditions were too ordinary, and she was only suitable to get some pocket money from Lü Xuewen.

It seems she really doesn't have the skills to succeed in the entertainment industry. She doesn't know many powerful bosses like President Lü right now, and she hasn't even finished paying off the loan on her Mercedes C260 yet.

He smiled and said to Lü Xuewen, "I was afraid of disturbing Mr. Lü's rest."

Pretend to politely decline.

This gave Lü Xuewen a feeling of being half-forced and half-willing.

We entered Lü Xuewen's yurt.

“Mr. Lü, I’m a little nervous lately,” Zhang Jingyu said to Lü Xuewen, who was stroking her.

"It's nothing." Lu Xuewen took off her skirt. "Whale, why is your side so red?"

Is it a skin allergy? Or was it a mosquito bite?

Zhang Jingyu tensed up instantly, startled.

That was just rubbed by President Jiang's hands.

To give President Jiang a good feel, she squeezed President Jiang's hand and rubbed her right breast with it.

A large area turned red.

"It's probably a mosquito bite." Zhang Jingyu hugged Lü Xuewen tightly and changed the subject, saying, "Mr. Lü, you have to pay off my car loan."

"Hey, if you ever need money, just come to me."

"Thank you, Brother Lü, I love you." Zhang Jingyu immediately became flirtatious and hooked her arm around Lü Xuewen.

……

Jiang Beicheng got up early to go back to work in the city. When Azhuo saw him off, they happened to see Zhang Jingyu and Lü Xuewen coming out of a yurt.

"President Jiang," Lü Xuewen greeted him with a smile.

Zhang Jingyu lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Jiangbei City.

Jiang Beicheng glanced at Zhang Jingyu, then smiled and nodded at Lü Xuewen.

"Is Mr. Jiang leaving? I'll see you off." Lü Xuewen followed enthusiastically and opened the car door for Jiang Beicheng.

Jiang Beicheng said, "President Lü, these women are very shrewd these days. Losing money is a small matter, but losing face is a big deal."

"Hahaha." Lu Xuewen laughed. He admitted that Jiang Beicheng was a formidable figure, but he was much younger than him. He said confidently, "President Jiang, I can handle this."

Jiang Beicheng smiled, shook his head, and drove away.

(End of this chapter)