After breakfast, Shen Fu took Xiaodie to work at a nearby Construction Bank branch.
She couldn't drive because she had been in a car accident when she was young, which had left her with a fear of driving, but she was also trying to overcome it and had already arranged with her colleagues to enroll in a driving school together.
When she got out of the car, Shen Fu suddenly produced a rose from his sleeve. It had been used the day before and was somewhat misshapen from being pressed, yet it surprised and delighted Xiaodie and caused Qian to roll her eyes in an exaggerated manner.
"Wife, yesterday was our 100-day wedding anniversary, but that's not enough. We have to celebrate together the 1st anniversary, the 5th, the 10th, and the 50th!" The words he hadn't let her hear yesterday, Shen Fu repeated.
Bai Xiaodie took the rose and, not caring that there was a single dog beside them, hugged Shen Fu and, uncharacteristically, took the initiative to kiss him with her calf slightly raised.
At this moment, dressed in her bank uniform, she had a touch of sexiness about her.
Seeing that Wan Ziqian really couldn't bear to watch any longer and started to bump her head against the car window, the two waved goodbye and drove towards Shen Fu's "Mr. Shen's Literature Studio."
Bai Xiaodie was not a bank teller but a wealth management manager who provided financial services to VIP customers.
Initially, considering her multiple personalities and the many uncertainties that brought, she had chosen not to pursue postgraduate studies but decided on this job, which didn't quite match her qualifications.
The salary was average, but the job was regular and stable.
Although she was new to the job, her colleagues knew she had a capable husband. Even the branch manager had to treat him like a brother. Seeing her happy appearance immediately prompted someone to ask, "Wow, you're married, and your husband still sends you roses!"
"Today is special, today is our 101-day wedding anniversary~" Bai Xiaodie said, without meaning to show off, but it caused tons of damage to the single female colleague nearby.
Right then, the cash delivery van arrived, and the two made way for the armed security staff.
Counting and checking the currency wasn't their job, but the vice-president trusted Bai Xiaodie, so she was asked to help with the inspection.
When she saw, smelled, and touched the fresh banknotes, Bai Xiaodie felt a wave of dizziness and covered her forehead, closing her eyes.
A colleague asked, "Xiaodie, are you feeling unwell?"
When Bai Xiaodie opened her eyes again, her gaze suddenly became sharp. Lacking her usual gentleness, she waved her hand dismissively, tied up her long hair, leaving a lock on her forehead. She managed to look both professional and a bit genteel.
She took a petal and placed it on her lips as if coloring them, then threw the rose directly into the trash can, "I'm fine. Let's get to work."
She expertly handled the banknotes in her hand, seeming to revel in their texture.
After finishing her tasks and returning to her workstation, she took out the bank card that had a balance of 98 million and rhythmically tapped her fingers on the desk.
...
Shen Fu drove his car to an apartment complex where his "Mr. Shen's Literature Studio" was located. He had come up with the name for the studio while slapping the table during a meal with Mr. Li.
He had rented a commercial-residential loft apartment, with the upper floor for employee Zhu Tianpeng to live in, and the lower floor as the office space.
The company had two employees, besides Zhu Tianpeng, there was a girl from the Capital City with the codename "Ugly Orange."
Wan Ziqian was not counted as an employee; she was a signed author of the studio.
The studio's main task was to manage the novel copyrights of the two authors, as well as handling their social media accounts, managing the book review sections and reader groups, and other miscellaneous tasks.
Wan Ziqian was following in her uncle's footsteps, having begun network literature creation in high school, and incidentally passed Qinghua.
However, while Shen Fu wrote for male readers, Wan Ziqian wrote for female readers. Shen Fu specialized in Xianxia, while Wan Ziqian had a broader range, effortlessly producing historical romances, dominant CEOs, and not shying away from BL and GL.
The up-and-coming Jinjiang goddess author "Thousands of Purples and Reds" was her.
While Shen Fu was only on his fifth book, she had already completed her seventh, taking a trip and then coming back to start on the eighth nonstop.
Of course, the word count of her seven books combined didn't match up to the longest among Shen Fu's, women, ah, they just don't last.
Shen Fu led her into the work studio where Zhu Tianpeng had just woken up, his sleeping quarters just a staircase away from his workplace, so he could afford to be capricious.
"Ah, bro, you're here, and look, Qian's back too. Didn't bring a boyfriend back with you again? Didn't Dali and Lijiang, those romantic hotspots, help you shake off your single status?"
Seeing Zhu Tianpeng tease her, Wan Ziqian went up and gave him a kick.
Shen Fu and Zhu Tianpeng's brother had been childhood friends, while Wan Ziqian and Zhu Tianpeng also knew each other since they were little, all like brothers, used to the roughhousing and banter.
Shen Fu handed over half a pizza, "Your sister-in-law left this for you, eat up."
"Why does it look like leftovers?"
"It is leftovers, got a problem with that?"
"Not at all, man, that's a huge chunk of lobster meat. This pizza wasn't cheap, right? Just this half must be over a hundred."
Shen Fu: "250."
Zhu Tianpeng: "..."
"Look at me, I'm also 250, 500 a pair."
"Eating away 250 for breakfast, what a waste," Zhu Tianpeng lamented deeply, "Such a generous portion, I probably can't finish it alone."
"Is Ugly Orange coming in today?" Shen Fu inquired about another employee.
"At this time, if she's not here, then she's probably not coming," Zhu Tianpeng said.
Ugly Orange wasn't ugly, she just moved with difficulty, using a wheelchair. She was mainly responsible for managing the fan groups, book review sections, official accounts, etc., of Shen Fu and Wan Ziqian, so she could work from anywhere.
However, she enjoyed having a colleague by her side to chat with, which made her feel more like a professional woman, so whenever her parents had time, they would bring her to work. It seemed they were busy today.
Once Zhu Tianpeng finished the entire pizza, he opened the video call and connected with Ugly Orange, Shen Fu announced, "Meeting begins!"
Wan Ziqian, "What's there to say?"
Shen Fu: "Today's main topic is you. Your novel 'Boys Must Protect Themselves' has just sold its web series rights to Goose Factory for adaptation."
"Wow, more money coming in!" Wan Ziqian exclaimed excitedly, "Zhu Tianpeng, you've got some skills."
Zhu Tianpeng, in charge of copyright operations and promotions, humbly said, "It's mainly because Mr. Shen has wide connections and a strong influence; I just ran errands, though running errands is tough, you know. Qian, shouldn't you consider buying me a car?"
"Say the word, do you want a Birdie or an Emma? Or Yadi would do," offered Wan Ziqian generously.
Zhu Tianpeng: "..."
"Hold off on the car for now, I haven't finished speaking," Shen Fu continued. "Our studio plans to invest in this series, so we'll also have the right to choose the cast. Qian, think about your ideal actors for the male and female leads, I'll submit the list for discussion with Goose Factory."
Hearing this, Wan Ziqian became even more thrilled, "I get to choose the leads myself!"
Ugly Orange also said, "We could post a few options on Weibo for readers to vote, let the readers vote, let the readers vote."
"It's just a suggestion, but I'll argue my case: I will not let unsuitable actors take roles that deserve to shine!"
Shen Fu spoke with a heavy tone, all because his first adaptation into a grand-scale Xianxia series, 'Emperor Three Immortals,' suffered mediocre reviews due to the male lead who had little acting skill but a strong backing as a fresh-faced idol, marring the beautifully produced drama with splendid special effects. It pained him deeply.
Thus, after much reflection, he decided that for any rights he sold in the future, he would try to be involved in the production as much as possible to have more say.
From now on, he too would be a financier daddy!