Chapter 917: 917 This is a Different Price Now

Lin Gantang expressed neither approval nor disapproval of her friend’s hobby; after all, who doesn’t like to admire a handsome guy? But she was worried that her good friend was too impulsive, howling every time she saw one. With a quick move, she dragged her friend to the office.

Lin Gantang knocked on the door and, hearing an invitation to enter from inside, pushed it open and walked in.

Yin Zhen, who was busy writing something, looked up at her and said, “Why knock? I thought you were a subordinate coming in to report for work.”

Lin Gantang asked with surprise, “Otherwise, what, you want me to just kick the door open?”

Yin Zhen nodded, “That does seem more your style.”

Lin Gantang, smoothing out her dress and sitting down gracefully, retorted, “Nonsense, the current me is clearly beautiful and elegant.”

Yin Zhen wanted to say stop pretending, it’s painful to the eyes, but seeing her sit so properly and her pretty face, he couldn’t bring himself to tease her.

He turned to look at Ye Qiuqiu instead, “Qiuqiu, is it? Would you like some warm water or coffee?”

Qiuqiu waved her hands, “No trouble, President Yin.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Call me Yin Zhen, ‘President Yin’ is too formal,” Yin Zhen directed his assistant to bring in a cup of coffee and a cup of milk, then took the opportunity to mock Lin Gantang, “A little kid who loves milk, sheesh.”

Lin Gantang really felt like hitting someone.

“Wait a moment, Fu Lin is already on his way here,” Yin Zhen was about to get back to work when suddenly he remembered something and handed several screenplays to Lin Gantang.

Lin Gantang caught them, “Screenplays? Why give these to me? Are you short on funds and planning on having me invest?”

“I was actually planning to have Fu Lin choose,” Yin Zhen settled back into his seat, “Since you’re here, which one would you suggest he star in?”

Hearing this, Lin Gantang didn’t rush to look through them. She casually placed the screenplays on her lap and sighed, “President Yin, oh President Yin, that’s a different price.”

Yin Zhen choked for a moment, then offered, “Aren’t the photos with Fu Lin enough?”

“Does the company have any personally autographed items from Fu Lin, limited edition albums, or exclusive merchandise? I don’t want anything that everyone can get,” Lin Gantang said pickily, then turned to ask Ye Qiuqiu, “Treasure, is there anything else you want? Today we’ll satisfy all your wishes.”

Ye Qiuqiu had already excitedly started pounding on Lin Gantang’s thigh.

Lin Gantang: “…” Pound on yourself, why are you hitting me?

Yin Zhen felt such a small request was well worth it for Lin Gantang’s choice. Ever since Lin Gantang’s investment in the film and television department had paid off big, Yin Zhen almost believed she was heaven’s favorite.

“No problem, do you want me to arrange a meal with Fu Lin for you as well?” Yin Zhen said eagerly.

Luckily, Ye Qiuqiu was a sensible fan and quickly waved her hands, “No, no, we shouldn’t disrupt his work.”

When Fu Lin and Yu Fan arrived at the office, Yu Fan greeted Lin Gantang very courteously, then discussed Fu Lin’s recent development plan with Yin Zhen before bringing up the matter of the screenplay.

Yin Zhen simply handed the screenplay to him.

Yu Fan, holding a thin copy of the screenplay, was incredulous, flipping through it. Weren’t they brought here to choose? With only one copy, what was there for him to choose?

Yu Fan’s puzzled gaze turned toward Yin Zhen.

“Miss Lin says this screenplay is the best, so let’s have Fu Lin act in this one,” Yin Zhen decided straightforwardly.

Yu Fan, aware that he couldn’t argue with the boss and the power of capital, briefly skimmed over the screenplay which seemed fine to him, and nodded in agreement.

Yin Zhen then simply asked Fu Lin to take photos and sign autographs with them, and as the session progressed Yu Fan felt something was amiss.

It seemed like President Yin hadn’t called them for the screenplay’s sake; could it be… to have Fu Lin meet Lin Gantang instead?

Thinking back, it appeared that Miss Lin had a favorable disposition towards Fu Lin from the beginning, even helping him choose a screenplay now!

Could President Yin’s emphasis on Fu Lin be due to Miss Lin’s influence?

A shiver of nervousness ran down Yu Fan’s back.

Was the coercion of capital finally going to make a move on his artist?!