"Zhao Hanchen, haven't you heard a sentence?" The smile in Qin He's eyes turned cold and cruel. His voice became softer, like some obscure metaphor: "Weakness is the key to success."

Hide it well.”

After being touched for a moment, Zhao Hanchen's lips turned white. He calmed down and sat down in front of Qin He: "This is interesting, who taught you this?"

Qin He raised his eyebrows and smiled seriously: "My dad."

Zhao Hanchen glanced at him, and his tone was unpredictable and meaningful: "Your father's meaning may be different from what you said."

Qin Shi, the head of the Qin family in North City, doted on his wife excessively. When he was young, he even turned against the entire Qin family for the sake of his wife.

How could such a man do the cruel things Qin He said.

It's just that the speaker doesn't mean it, and the listener has it.

Secretary Ye Cheng came in from the outside with representatives of the board of directors. When he saw the two silent people, he said in a respectful tone: "Mr. Zhao, Director Zhao has arrived."

The elderly man standing next to Ye Cheng is named Zhao Dong. He is the biological brother of Zhao Hanchen's father, Zhao Mingchen. Although he is sixty years old, he is still energetic and looks shrewd and calculating.

He nodded towards Zhao Hanchen and Qin He, and said, "Hanchen and Mr. Qin are both here."

Qin He was even better at putting on airs. He smiled movingly when he heard this and said in a warm tone: "Hello, Director Zhao."

Zhao Hanchen was very tired of the hypocrisy of the two people in front of him, and he had no intention of giving in. He said calmly: "Let's talk about business first."

Upon seeing this, Ye Cheng took a few steps back, turned around and walked out. Before leaving, he gently closed the office door.

The meeting went smoothly, and the discussion was completed in less than two hours.

Qin He always looked like he was smiling and feasting, until his personal cell phone rang.

The expression on his face was stunned for a moment. After the call was connected, the person on the other end didn't know what he said. His eyelashes were lowered, and his brows were filled with coldness.

Zhao Hanchen heard him say: "It's so good, why is he missing?"

It was no longer just gnashing of teeth, the sound was like being fished out of ice water and poured onto the ground in the cold winter months.

He held his cell phone and walked out without saying a word. His pace was so fast that anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was unusual.

Zhao Hanchen was very happy.

After all, it's really strange to see Qin He losing control of his emotions.

Isn’t there any weakness that needs to be hidden?

It's just a matter of fifty steps and a hundred steps...

In the afternoon, Zhou Jingwei had a temporary job and had to go out.

Cheng Weiyue walked him to the door, and the latter kissed her forehead and said in a hoarse and lazy voice: "Eat well, you know?"

Cheng Weiyue blushed and nodded obediently. When Zhou Jingwei left, she huddled in the room alone, polished her resume, and applied to several companies online.

All are photography-related jobs.

There are very few internship opportunities for direct documentary or camera crew internships, and the competition is high, so you may not be able to learn anything.

Cheng Weiyue was originally not very good at working in crowded places like the crew, and she didn't want to push herself too hard.

She plans to become proficient in camera scheduling first, and then apply for a job as a trainee director, so that she can become more comfortable with it.

Zhou Jingwei was also really interested in what Zhou Jingwei said about the internship photography of cultural relics.
Chapter completed!