After confirming the cooperation with Yaoguang, Song Yaoyao's workload increased.

She dried her hair and sat at her desk and made a simple plan and faxed it to the person in charge of the marketing department. She briefly explained the cooperation with Yaoguang and put forward her own interests.

The person in charge was working overtime like her, and the reply email was sent very quickly. Song Yaoyao looked at the contract that had been outlined and sighed, as expected, professional matters should be left to professionals.

After the explanation, Song Yaoyao completed the remaining work for the day.

She yawned and closed the folder she had just finished processing, and clicked on the document on the desktop named "Little Huahua quits". Inside, there was a termination contract with one-third of the content left unfinished.

Little Huahua no longer works, but she, the calf, will continue to work hard in plowing the fields.

The document was written until about three o'clock in the middle of the night. Song Yaoyao was leaning on coffee to hold on, and her head was already a mess. She finally modified one side of the contract and almost fell asleep as soon as she turned off the computer.

She woke up from the cold the next day. She stayed in the study until 3:30 last night and finished writing the termination contract. She was so sleepy that she didn't even have time to return to the room and fell asleep on the table. There was a half-cup full of alcohol next to the lamp.

The strong coffee had already cooled down, and the stall she had covered in a trance yesterday had slipped to the ground. No wonder she woke up from the cold.

She stretched her aching body, got up, picked up the stall, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner. She wanted to go back to the room and sleep for a while, but when she saw that it was already seven in the morning, the alarm clock was going to go off in twenty minutes.

Worried that it would be difficult to wake up after falling asleep, Song Yaoyao stopped sleeping, picked up the cold coffee and poured it, and made another cup after washing.

With coffee and bread, Song Yaoyao sat at the dining table, eating and reading financial news.

"Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding." A random ringtone interrupted her. It was the cell phone on the coffee table that was trying to ring.

Song Yaoyao bit her bread and walked to the dining table, picked up her phone and looked at it, she saw an unfamiliar number.

She swallowed the bread in her mouth, answered the phone, and waited for the other party to speak first.

"Hello, Mr. Song."

Song Yaoyao replied politely: "Hello, who is this?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I have what Mr. Song wants. I wonder if Mr. Song is interested in meeting me?"

The ordinary sliced ​​bread left in Song Yaoyao's hand was instantly chopped into pieces by her. She guessed the other party's identity almost instantly and knew what the other party wanted to do with her.

She calmed herself down and spoke in a calm voice: "I will only give you five minutes. I will wait for you at Huitong Plaza in half an hour."

The other party was very satisfied with her knowledge and said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Song, I wish you a happy Wednesday."

Happy Mom, Song Yaoyao almost cursed, she hung up the phone, her face turned red.

Bastard Chen Jinye.

She had people change the passwords of all his accounts, and he sold the videos to the paparazzi.

Song Yaoyao was so angry that he couldn't eat the bread any more. He picked up the quilt and took a sip of high-concentration coffee that made him stifle to death.

Half an hour later, Song Yaoyao appeared in Huitong Plaza wearing all black.

She covered her face with the huge hood of her down jacket and stood next to the landmark building waiting for the person who called her.

When the other party came, he was also fully armed like her, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Song Yaoyao suddenly felt that this scene was extremely funny, as if two secret spies were meeting.

She looked at the other person with a straight face and said, "Where are the things?"

The other party mysteriously took out a USB flash drive from his pocket, and then turned the QR code of his mobile phone to her: "The rules on the road are to pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. I am not greedy. For this amount, I will give you the USB flash drive.

"

The other party held out two fingers. Song Yaoyao narrowed his eyes and asked directly: "Twenty thousand?"

"..." The paparazzi was silent for a moment, "Two million is enough for Mr. Song to buy top-notch dirty information about your company."

The opponent's lion opened his mouth wide. Song Yaoyao looked at his cunning eyes in disbelief and said casually: "If you buy a video for two million, you think I'm a fool. I have a lot of money. I'll give you one million at most."

, give me the USB flash drive, otherwise I have plenty of ways to find out who you are."

The other party did not expect that she would cut the price in half when she started bargaining, and hesitantly refused to give the USB flash drive. Song Yaoyao glanced at the time impatiently: "You only have three minutes left, or give me the USB flash drive, one million

I'll give it to you, or you can bring the USB flash drive to me, but as long as the video appears, I guarantee you won't be able to survive in the circle."

Those who work in the entertainment industry have never looked down upon the paparazzi, because if they were not careful, their artists would have their vaginas blown clean by these self-proclaimed messengers of justice.

And because I was afraid of being offended and being investigated secretly, I could get by on the surface.

Song Yaoyao said that man's cunning eyes were no longer cunning, and even a little aggrieved. He swore that this was the first time she had seen someone like Song Yaoyao who scolded him and told him to go away when he disagreed.

Being threatened by Song Yaoyao, he handed over the USB flash drive after careful consideration.

Song Yaoyao grabbed it back and stuffed it into his down jacket pocket, and asked him coldly: "Are there any more?" This voice was just like an old mother asking her son if he had stolen something and he was still clean.

The paparazzi's voice became even more aggrieved: "No more."

Song Yaoyao took out his mobile phone to transfer money to him. The paparazzi looked at the mobile phone eagerly. One million is still one million. It is enough for his son. The land in Jiangcheng, which has a lot of money, can buy a few square meters of house. Although it is small, he can earn a few more times.

You can buy a few more flats.

Song Yaoyao moved her fingers quickly a few times. Today's wind was so rusty and the cold made her hands hurt. She didn't seem to show her hand for a second longer. After transferring the money, she quickly retracted her hand.

The paparazzi was waiting for her one million to arrive, but the phone automatically rang, "So-and-so has paid two hundred thousand yuan", which made him dumbfounded.

A house of several square meters instantly becomes more than one square meter.

"Are you kidding me?" he said in disbelief.

Song Yaoyao rolled his eyes: "You said I gave you two million, what else do you want to do?"

"You just said you would give me one million, but you only gave me two hundred thousand! You missed one zero for two million."

Song Yaoyao frowned and looked at him: "Pressed one zero less?"

"right!"

She smiled sarcastically and reluctantly took out her phone again. The other party quickly put the QR code in front of her eyes again.

Song Yaoyao pressed another zero and passed.

"So-and-so paid one hundred thousand to the account."

"I'll give you a zero. Five minutes are up. Get out of the way."

"You're fucking kidding me. It's one million, one million, not one hundred thousand, not two hundred thousand!" His patience was obviously exhausted after two teasings.

Song Yaoyao's face instantly turned cold, and she looked directly into his eyes: "I don't have 300,000 yuan anymore, so get out of here."

The man was dumbfounded. No one told her that the daughter of the Song family, who seemed to be a lady, could not only curse but also use foul language. When she called her, she didn't even mention to take a look at the contents of the USB flash drive and then asked him to meet to get money to solve the problem. He

I thought Song Yaoyao was very easy to handle.

But, who is this person in front of him who has teased and scolded him several times?
Chapter completed!