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Meanwhile.
In a study within a mansion in Jiangqi City.
Song Zhan had gone on to attend to his own matters after his chat with Yu Ting.
Several pieces of white paper and folders were spread on the desk in front of him, including a business card inscribed with the contact details of a beauty endorsement company that Shen Ruchu had been discussing for several days.
To his knowledge, Southwest Entertainment and this beauty endorsement company had been in negotiations for a few times, and they were on the verge of signing a formal contract after another meeting or two.
Exuding a masculine aura, Song Zhan was casually dressed in a white round-necked T-shirt and a pair of loose grey pants. A thin belt loosely tied around his waist complemented his rogueishly handsome looks, making it hard to imagine that he's a businessman. He paused his writing, picked up his cell phone and dialed the number on the business card.
