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

Song Youan had never seen such a thick resume, more than ten pages long, and an additional personal portfolio of Liang Bei was included.

The level of detail in the resume about Liang Bei's personal information is so high that even his competition experiences during his college years are recorded. Just by looking at the resume, it is as if you have witnessed Liang Bei's entire career to the present day.

You can see how serious this resume is, and you can also see how much Liang Bei values this opportunity.

After reading all the content, Song Youan was left with only two words in his mind: excellent.

Excellent!

He is so young to be the director of QG Greater China, which shows that he has superior professional ability.

During the last interview, he said to her with such confidence before leaving, "You will definitely hire me." Now Song Youan understood that he had the qualifications to be so confident.

But Song Youan was still hesitant. Hiring Liang Bei might bring her unknown risks, and she didn't know whether a newly established studio could withstand these risks.

In this way, she sat in front of the computer for three hours without moving, and finally picked up her mobile phone to send a message to Liang Bei.

I want to meet you alone again tomorrow.

In just a few seconds, the other party replied.

Song Youan sent the address of the dessert shop she often went to to the other party and said the time, 10:30 tomorrow morning.

The next morning, Yan Fei drove her to the dessert shop. Liang Bei had already arrived at the innermost position near the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was wearing a milky white sports suit. His originally long hair had been cut much shorter. He had a stubble on his chin and wore a pair of glasses. He looked very different from his usual image. Song Youan didn't recognize him at first sight.

But it was this new image that made his artistic temperament more prominent, while the arrogant capitalist attitude when they first met was now gone.

They were like two completely different people. Song Youan was stunned by him at that moment.

"Very punctual." Liang Bei leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed. He glanced at Yan Fei, who was sitting not far away, and then said to Song Youan, "I thought you were alone, so I only ordered you an iced Americano."

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't drink coffee." Song Youan said, but his eyes were always on Liang Bei.

Liang Bei had a faint smile on his face, and he looked much better than the last time I saw him.

"It seems that you are in good spirits recently."

Liang Bei raised his eyebrows slightly and said without comment: "In this fast-paced information age, my story has already been forgotten by netizens..."

He shook his head again. "Not entirely. The July issue you're collaborating on with Fashion Revolving should be out soon. By then, this boomerang might come back, and QG and I will probably be dragged out and flogged again."

"But it doesn't matter. I've already heard the worst words. I don't care about the outside voices now. I only care about your answer."

He looked at the Hermès bag that Song Youan had placed on the table and asked, "Did you bring the contract?"

Song Youan looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "Are you so sure that I'm here to sign a contract with you?"

Liang Bei curled his lips: "Are you here to have coffee with me? If you don't plan to use me, you won't want to see me again."

Song Youan suddenly smiled, nodded, and said, "You know, I didn't understand where your confidence came from, but now I understand."

"Oh?" Liang Bei blinked and asked, "Why?"

"Because I carefully read your resume, you are indeed very outstanding, which is why I was troubled for a long time."

As she spoke, Song Youan took out the contract documents from her bag and placed them on the table. She straightened her expression and looked at Liang Bei: "I have made a great decision, but before I sign this contract, I want to ask you, how much profit can you bring to the studio in its first year?"

"That depends on how much power you give me. Am I a designer assistant? Or a designer? Or a chief designer?" Liang Bei asked.

At least for now, he is not sure about the value of the contract in front of him. If he is just a designer assistant, then he should not be the one to worry about the studio's profits, right?

Song Youan looked him in the eyes and said word by word, "Neither, it's the director."

Liang Bei was stunned, and shock was evident in his eyes.

Director?

Song Youan actually asked him to be the director of the studio?

The studio is not like a large group like QG. The directors of a large group are divided into multiple departments and positions such as marketing director, operations director, and planning director. Because the studio is small in scale, the director is generally the person with the highest say in the studio.

This position was originally supposed to belong to Song Youan.

Because there is usually only one director of a studio!

"Are you serious?" Liang Bei asked in disbelief.

Song Youan nodded calmly, but made her point clear: "You will be the director of the studio, but as the owner, I have a veto at critical moments. I can overrule all your decisions as long as I disagree. But I won't interfere too much in your professional life, because I know your professional abilities far surpass mine, and I need to learn from you in this area."

"So, back to the question, how much revenue can you bring to the studio as a director in your first year?"

Liang Bei's expression finally turned serious. He looked at Song Youan and said, "You're really brave..."

Then, he raised his hand and held up three fingers in an OK sign: "Thirty million!"

Thirty million, every word is powerful and not exaggerated at all.

Song Youan smiled with satisfaction and placed the pen in front of him: "If you complete the target you promised today, I can give you a 10% dividend."

"Song Youan, do you really trust me so much?" Liang Bei was not in a hurry to sign, as if he wanted to figure out what Song Youan was thinking.

He is obviously just a fresh graduate from college, so why does he act so unconventionally? He has a criminal record and a scandal, but Song Youan actually asked him to be the director of her studio. Does she really have no concerns?

Song Youan smiled faintly and said, "I know what you're thinking. You were in charge of QG's affairs and couldn't stay out of it. But afterwards, you took the blame for QG alone and were banned by the industry. Even though you were dissatisfied and angry, you never said anything bad about QG in front of the media. For this reason alone, I think you can be trusted."

"Don't act like you know me so well." Liang Bei said in a dull tone.

Song Youan chuckled and shook his head. "Of course I can't say I understand you. It's just some optimistic speculation in my mind. So my idea is, either don't use you, or use you. I admit that there is an element of gambling in this. I hope you won't let me down."