When Jiang Fei heard Ye Ci's words, he nearly vomited a mouthful of water …. This method of borrowing money without any hesitation and with confidence was quite new. He even felt like he was going to be infuriated.
After settling down and crossing his arms over his chest, Jiang Fei asked with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "You suddenly want to borrow 200 thousand? "Why?"
When Ye Ci heard this, she replied in a very relaxed manner, "I wasn't sensible in the past, so I just bought a bunch of things blindly. But now, I've been forced into debt by the bank …" "After pausing for a moment, she continued in a low voice," I am too embarrassed to ask my parents for money … "
When Jiang Fei heard this, he laughed, "You don't have the nerve to ask your parents for money, and you still have the nerve to ask me to lend it to you?" Am I your reborn parents? "
"You're my manager. If I become popular in the future, then Big Brother Jiang will be my reborn parents!"
Jiang Fei sighed. Why didn't he notice Ye Ci's mischievous smile before? At least, he initially thought that Ye Ci was someone who was amiable on the surface, but was extremely arrogant on the inside, and that Ye Ci was not on good terms with him.
However, there was no denying that this straightforward Ye Ci made him feel even more comfortable. Releasing his sore shoulders, Jiang Fei asked again, "Then why should I lend you 200 thousand?"
This time, Ye Ci thought for a while with a frown, then said, "Big Brother Jiang, if you can, can you tell the company instead about it and ask them to lend me the money? "That way, you won't have to use your pocket."
At this moment, Jiang Fei wanted nothing more than to directly slapped the pancake fruit onto her face — 200 thousand yuan can't he even take this out? Who was she looking down on? Did she really think that he, Jiang Fei, was a poverty-stricken newbie like her?
Before he could say anything, Ye Ci continued to whisper, "Besides, you've already accepted all the pancakes? Big Bro Jiang, you can't just stand by and watch me die... "
His hand, which had been placed on the pancake, unconsciously shrank back an inch … Then, Jiang Fei began to seriously ponder over the thoughts of his artiste. Did he really think that he, a gold medal manager, couldn't buy a pancake fruit?
Jiang Fei took another deep breath and tried his best to suppress his urge to go berserk — remembering to be nice! For a person as big as him, there was no way he could haggle over such a small matter with a little girl …
After successfully controlling his rage, Jiang Fei once again said indifferently, "I don't mind lending you the money. The problem is, how are you going to repay me?" To be honest, he didn't care that much with the 200 thousand yuan, but borrowing money was what it meant desperation. Ye Ci was obviously poor.
"Big Bro Jiang, I'm an artist signed by you. You should be very clear about whether I can earn this 200 thousand in the future."
What he meant was, if she, Ye Ci, could not even earn 200 thousand in the future, then Jiang Fei's ability to select people needed to be improved …
Jiang Fei snorted when he heard this, although he wanted to say that the relationship between the agent and the artist had a bit of the meaning of "teacher Fu leading the way in the door, practicing on a personal level". And if Ye Ci could not become popular in the future, then he wouldn't lose anything at all …
However, when he looked up and saw that the girl who had regained her vigor after a few days of 'suicide attempt' had become energetic, he instantly felt that... He might be able to slightly anticipate Ye Ci's future …
Ye Ci did not have much ability in her previous life, but observing the situation from the outside was a must for a maid who could survive for many years in the imperial harem. Just by looking at Jiang Fei's expression, she felt that this matter was a success. "Big Bro Jiang, these are some useless things that I didn't know how to collect in the past. If you can sell them for me, I think you can exchange them for quite a bit of money."
Although she initially said that she would borrow 200 thousand, she also planned on dealing with all the valuable items that she didn't need. Jiang Feideng saw that there were four or five sets of dresses. Dior, Gucci, Chanel, LV … Not to mention those bags with huge logos flashing all over them. With a cursory glance, he found that these items had a value of at least a hundred thousand in the second-hand market.
He looked at Yeats again. She was wearing a white T-shirt, a camel-colored cardigan sweater, simple blue jeans, and canvas shoes so simple that hte brand couldn't even be recognized on the street.
In the entertainment circle, this kind of "returning to its original nature" dress was definitely feasible for real, but for a pure person like Ye Ci, it was absolutely impossible for her to dress up like this. At the very least, when meeting other directors and investors who didn't recognize your face, they would subconsciously consider dressing up …
"You've brought over all your valuable items?" Jiang Fei asked.
Ye Ci nodded. She was too poor to buy pancakes now. Then, she saw her own manager very 'manly' as he waved her hand –
"If you don't even have two sets of proper clothes, you won't be able to attend many occasions in the future. How much do you want me to lend you directly? The time will be one year, based on the bank's interest calculation. If you agree, I'll lend it to you. "If you don't agree, then think of something else."