Luo Sheng laughed loudly after hearing this, "That's all? It doesn't matter, you've decided. I'm only responsible for writing songs and finding suitable singers to sing. As for how you want to package and promote it, it's all your business, and I won't worry about the old man."

In fact, Jiang Ce knew that this was Luo Sheng’s special care for him.

Because Luo Sheng is famous for being strict in the industry, he must take everything with one hand. He decides how to sing, who to sing, and when to sing.

Now that the power can be given to Jiang Ce is enough to show Luo Sheng’s respect for Jiang Ce.

After recording, Ling Yao walked out of the recording studio tremblingly and asked, "Teacher Luo, is my side... okay?"

Luo Sheng smiled, "More than that? It's perfect! Ling Yao, you, be confident. Your acting skills and singing skills are all top-notch. You are also very famous now. There is no need to regard yourself as a newcomer, do you know?"

"Well, I get it, Teacher Luo."

"It's done, the work is done. I'm going to go back and have a sleep, but I'm so tired."

"Teacher Luo walked slowly."

After seeing Luo Sheng off, Jiang Ce called Ling Yao to her side and told her something.

Ling Yao did not hesitate and agreed immediately.

The day passed quickly and no special incident happened. After Jiang Ce handled the work he had, he left the office building and prepared to meet with Ding Mengyan and Ding Qishan at Heyun Hotel.

Just a few steps away, Cheng Danting chased after him.

"Jiangce, wait."

Jiang Ce stood firm and turned around and found that Cheng Danting walked over with something that looked like a scroll in his hand.

"What's up?"

Cheng Danting said: "Today, the beginning of winter, a customer sent a copybook from Tang Bohu as a gift. I am not interested in these things. I heard that your father-in-law seems to be very knowledgeable in calligraphy. Maybe he will like this thing? I will give it to you."

"Ah? This is too polite."

"What are you still polite to me? Take it."

Cheng Danting stuffed the copybook into Jiang Ce's hands and instructed: "Be careful and keep it. This is a historical cultural relic identified by experts, worth 20 to 30 million!"

"Forehead……"

Jiang Ce didn't know what to say, but he gave it a copybook of 20 to 30 million.

Cheng Danting is so nice to him.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank you, that's it." Cheng Danting turned back to the company.

Jiang Ce stood there with the copybook in his hand, and suddenly remembered that Ding Mengyan asked him to prepare a gift for his father-in-law last night, but he forgot about it today.

He looked at the copybook in his hand and said, "Forget it, borrow flowers and offer Buddha."

Jiang Ce called a taxi and rushed to Heyun Hotel.

It's been a while.

Jiang Ce entered the hotel with his copybook in his hand. Ding Mengyan had been waiting for him at the door, and the two walked into the private room holding hands.

Except for Jiang Ce, everyone else has arrived long ago.

There were six people at a table, and only Su Qin did not come in Ding Qishan's family; the other sitting was Wang Zhirong's family. In addition to Wang Zhirong, there were also daughter Wang Fengya and son-in-law Xu Cong.

The two families had a table and six people sat together. The waiter brought the dishes one after another, and the dishes were filled with them.

Cold dishes, hot dishes, drinks, wine, and bowls and chopsticks are all prepared intact.

"Come, toast to our annual dinner for both of us!"

"cheers!"

All six people raised their glasses, men drank wine, and women drank drinks.

After drinking a cup, Wang Zhirong ate the dish and said with a smile: "Qishan, I have to have been with your colleague for ten years, right?"

Ding Qishan nodded, "It's been ten years."

Wang Zhirong sighed: "I still remember when we had our first meal, your daughter Mengyan and my daughter Fengya were all furious little kids. In the blink of an eye, they all became big girls and got married. Time flies like arrows."

Wang Zhirong deliberately glanced at his son-in-law Xu Cong.

Xu Cong understood it, filled the wine, stood up, bowed and held the wine glass with his hands, and said to Ding Qishan, "My younger brother Xu Cong respects Uncle."

"Oh, welcome."

Ding Qishan and Xu Cong clinked the cups and drank them one after another.

He put down his cup and asked casually: "Xu Cong, I heard that you seem to be an Australian overseas Chinese?"

Xu Cong nodded, "Yes, my father is from Sichuan. He went to Australia to do business in his early years. Later, he has settled in Australia. He met my mother and later got me. I was born in Australia and got an Australian passport. I have only returned to China with my father in recent years. I am currently working in a foreign company and working as a corporate consultant."

After saying that, Xu Cong's tail was about to rise to the sky.

Overseas background, Australian passport, return to China to develop, and work in foreign companies are all the favorite words for domestic girls.

How many women’s dream is it to marry such a man?

Wang Zhirong is very happy.

Ding Qishan, opposite, looked down. Every year he had to compete with Wang Zhirong in all aspects. He won more than he lost, but this year he was a little troublesome.

Because the other party brought an Australian son-in-law to the banquet.

And here I...

Ding Qishan looked at Jiang Ce with a slightly disappointed face. Although he had already recognized Jiang Ce and knew that Jiang Ce was a reliable son-in-law, Jiang Ce's background, background and work were indeed too ordinary.

The most important thing is a son-in-law.

How to compare with others?

When Ding Qishan thought of this, he felt unhappy.

But Wang Zhirong also likes to deliberately expose the scars. He glanced at Jiang Ce and said sarcastically: "This is the first time I have seen this nephew. What kind of work do you do?"

Jiang Ce said lightly: "I am working in Jinmeng Technology and am currently the department head."

"Oh? I dream, that's an amazing big company, and it's been in a big momentum recently." Wang Zhirong changed his tone and asked deliberately: "I guess the salary I paid for you must be very high, right? No matter how much I say, I have to have three or four million a year."

Jiang Ce shook his head, "No, I have a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan, plus the year-end bonus, and it will only cost more than 100,000 yuan a year."

Hundreds of thousands.

For an ordinary family, it's enough.

But it is obviously not enough to see a family like the Ding family and the Wang family.

Wang Zhirong immediately showed a contemptuous look at Jiang Ce and muttered: "Baqian? What can I do? I can't even afford to buy better tea. What's the point of working?"

Ding Qishan and Ding Mengyan's faces were quite ugly.

Especially Wang Zhirong's daughter, Wang Fengya, added: "Oh, Mengyan, you said you are so beautiful, have excellent grades, and have a strong business. You have been better than me since you were a child. Why did you end up being so poor in looking at men?"

"Our family Xu Cong only has more than five million a year, and I already think he is not promising enough."

"Who knows you are even more amazing. You have been married for 8k in the month, tsk, Mengyan, you are so blinded by lard that you have made such a brainless choice, right?"

"Now, picking up trash isn't that much?!"
Chapter completed!