July 1st, a new month, a new beginning.
Shi Yuan Entertainment's building, on the top floor of the thirty-sixth level, Qin Zixuan was sitting in the spacious and luxurious CEO's office. In front of her was a man in his early forties, who was competently holding a report and giving a serious briefing.
The entire office spanned one hundred and fifty square meters, with the European-style vintage floor-to-ceiling windows already open. When standing at the windows in her leisure time, one could see the blurry outline of the financial buildings in the distance.
At this moment, Qin Zixuan was leaning back gently in the soft leather chair, a Su-style crystal chandelier hanging high above her head, and to her left, a luxurious bookshelf was piled with ancient English books.
Of course, these books all belonged to Yun Wu, the former president of Shi Yuan Entertainment. Qin Zixuan found them somewhat interesting, so she didn't have them removed.
