The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

Chen Fei was a little surprised: "Why is Miss Song here?"

This industrial park belongs to their Longteng Real Estate. This building is considered the king of the buildings. Although the top few floors have been rented out, they are still under renovation and no company has moved in yet.

Song Youan walked out of the elevator slowly and pointed to the room facing south: "I rented Mr. Chen's place."

Chen Fei was shocked when he heard this: "You...I rented this room to..."

Mr. Chi!

It was a human's subconscious reaction. Chen Fei looked at Song Youan hesitantly and said, "Miss Song, you and Mr. Chi..."

"Friend." Song Youan quickly explained their relationship: "I asked him to help me find this place. Now it seems that the money I earned from Mr. Chen has to be returned to you."

Chen Fei smiled: "The wool comes from the sheep. If I had known that it was Miss Song who wanted to rent it, I would not have given Mr. Chi a discount."

"Mr. Chen is so stingy. Is he still fuming over the fact that I raised the price?"

At the beginning, Chen Fei offered eight million to buy the purple chrysanthemum, but she asked for ten million and sold it to him.

"That's not a small amount. Can't I hold a grudge against you for a while?" Chen Fei said.

After that, the person next to Chen Fei whispered, "It's almost too late."

Only then did Song Youan notice the person next to him. It was a woman, but she was wearing sunglasses and a hat, so her appearance could not be seen clearly.

Chen Fei glanced down at his watch, then said to Song Youan, "Then Miss Song, please get busy first. I need to send someone to catch the plane."

Song Youan originally wanted to ask Chen Fei if he had any good real estate recommendations. She wanted to use her own money to buy a new house in the city for her father.

But seeing that he didn't have much time, he didn't say anything, just nodded and said goodbye.

As the elevator door closed and rose and fell, Fang Che spoke anxiously, "Youan, that person just now seemed to be Cheng Xianhe."

"Cheng Xianhe?"

Song Youan was startled and looked at Fang Che for confirmation: "You said the person standing next to Mr. Chen just now was Cheng Xianhe?"

Cheng Xianhe, one of the hottest actresses in the Chinese film industry, won Best Actress awards at two A-class international film festivals for a single film in the first half of the year and has countless endorsements from high-end luxury brands.

He has good looks, acting skills, and works, and his star power is among the best. Most importantly, he is still young and has unlimited potential and possibilities in the future.

She actually appeared with Mr. Chen...

Fang Che, a fan, realized it only too late, revealing a heartbroken expression. "It's over! Rumor has it that many popular artists in the entertainment industry have a hidden boss or wealthy woman behind them. Cheng Xianhe and that guy just now..."

"Brother, please stop talking. They could just be friends. Even if they're boyfriend and girlfriend, that's perfectly normal." Song Youan reminded him in a low voice, "You're getting married soon, so stop worrying about these things."

"Oh yes, I'm getting married." Fang Che suddenly came to his senses.

Yan Fei blinked, leaned over and asked, "Who is Cheng Xianhe?"

This one sentence caused Song Youan and Fang Che to look at him in surprise.

"Brother, are you a foreigner?"

Song Youan was speechless for a moment, and finally asked, "Is your phone a smartphone? Can it access the internet?"

Yan Fei nodded dully.

Song Youan said: "Go to Bai Xiaodu!"

After saying that, he pulled Fang Che into the studio: "Brother, come and take a look. This place is very reliable. Use your talent to decorate it for me..."

At noon, I invited Senior Brother Fang Che to have a simple meal and we talked about some preliminary decoration ideas.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Youan rushed to the Lanting Club without stopping.

Because they had greeted Chi Yu, Chi Yu had already arranged everything. Those who came for the interview on time were invited by the staff to wait in the cafe.

Under normal circumstances, without Lanting’s membership card, these people could only wait outside the door for Song Youan to arrive before they could enter.

These people naturally knew what kind of place the Lanting Club was, so they became even more curious about Song Youan.

"Hello everyone, I'm Song Youan."

As soon as she entered the room, she greeted everyone. Noticing everyone's gazes, she said, "Thank you all for coming to the interview today. Since there are quite a few of you, let's cut the crap and get started."

"She's so beautiful, and she looks quite different from the photos that were found online."

"She looks good in this dress today."

"I finally met him in person. To be honest, I don't care whether I meet him in person or not. I'm just too curious about what he looks like in real life. I happened to be unemployed recently, so I came here."

"He seems to have a good personality. I didn't expect him to be so tough when faced with something as disgusting as QG."

When these people saw Song Youan in person, they couldn't help but start whispering.

Song Youan didn't care much. He walked to the innermost seat and took out the list: "Anyone whose name I call can come over."

She has her own studio, so she was the only interviewer during the interview.

The environment in the coffee shop was very quiet. The people waiting and the interviewees were facing each other diagonally, and only the conversation between Song Youan and the interviewee could be vaguely heard.

Unlike the serious interview atmosphere of other companies, Song Youan's questions were very casual. He asked whatever he thought of, and the questions were different for each person.

The only thing that remains the same is that Song Youan has prepared some early, mid-term and recent design works on the market, some by masters and some by unknowns, including clothing, jewelry, architecture and others.

Each person will randomly receive three designs. Song Youan asks them to share their insights and ideas about the works in hand, and finally choose their favorite one from the three works.

Everyone was free to speak freely throughout the session, and Song Youan would not interrupt anyone to influence them.

During this process, Song Youan was not only an interviewer, but also a listener and learner. Several times, the ideas proposed by others refreshed her and made her heart tremble.

She knew that she was not the best designer, and many people present were better and more experienced than her.

And this is exactly the kind of person she needs.

I don't know when, the waiting interviewees also gathered together, and they began to listen carefully to what others said and thought.

Gradually, people with different insights would express their own opinions when the other party finished speaking. One, two, four, five people would delve into their own ideas about the same design work from multiple different angles. The atmosphere was sometimes relaxed and harmonious, and sometimes fierce, but in the end everyone benefited greatly.

After more than three hours of interview, Song Youan felt like she had been baptized. She felt that her artistic personality was now glowing with new vitality.

But an interview is still an interview after all. After the excitement fades, she has to choose the best from these people.

After these people left one after another, Song Youan sat alone in his seat, looking through their resumes and information over and over again. At this time, a figure pressed down from above, and then slowly sat down in the seat opposite.

"Sorry, the interview has already..." Song Youan looked up, but suddenly choked in the middle of his words.

The person opposite looked at her expressionlessly. Song Youan frowned slightly and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"