Zhou Yuanyuan repeatedly helped Tao Feng, her intentions couldn't be more obvious.
Old Zhou's eyes softened with this realization, and he sighed to himself, "This silly girl, she sees the regret I have and is helping me fulfill my wishes."
Seeing Old Zhou's attitude ease, Yang Yuran quickly seized the opportunity to press home her argument.
"Right, especially now that the Greenoil website is stuck in the mire, we can use this opportunity to test them. They need us, so we can add special demands in the signing terms. No one else is willing to give them a hefty investment, so let's make it clear: the drama must meet certain standards, popularity, and if they fail, how much they must compensate us."
Listing the blood-sucking terms, she perfectly catered to the inner needs of the old-school capitalist.
Old Zhou gave a three-word acknowledgment, "Go on."
Seeing there was a chance, Yang Yuran became as excited as if injected with chicken blood and eagerly continued explaining.
