On Monday morning at nine, Zhang Ziweng first received an email. Before she could open it, she got a call from an unknown number.
"Hello, Miss Zhang! I’m Ji Yu. I’ve just sent the contract terms to your mailbox. These clauses are my bottom line. If you can’t accept them, there’s no need to discuss further. If you can accept, please draft a formal agreent based on these terms."
At this mont, Da Bao was rarely sitting in the general manager’s office of the subsidiary.
In less than half an hour, the other party called back.
"Young Master Ji, is there really no room for adjustnt on these terms?"
Da Bao considered those terms to be the bottom line he could accept as a protective brother, "Yes, there’s no room to adjust the terms. However, the endorsent fee is negotiable."
Da Bao and his family weren’t concerned about the amount of the endorsent fee. They considered letting Nuonuo take this endorsent rely because Nuonuo liked it!
Da Bao didn’t care about the money, but he cared about the feelings and moods of his precious sister.
"It’s not the endorsent fee, but so of the detailed terms seem too harsh."
In the first place, if this endorsent fell through, it would be the best for Da Bao. After all, he was the least willing for the little girl to get involved with such complex social circles.
Even though he was only seventeen, he knew that many unspeakable dark things happen in the entertainnt industry every day. Although he would always protect Nuonuo during her interactions with these people, he could shelter her, but he couldn’t blindfold her or isolate her heart, could he?
Da Bao’s words, "If so, please look for soone else!" were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back hard when he thought of Nuonuo’s earnest pleading eyes.
"The terms definitely can’t be relaxed. How about this, you arrange a eting with the brand owner. I’ll bring my sister to et you. If after eting her in person you feel the terms are acceptable, we can discuss other details. If not, there’s nothing I can do."
In Da Bao’s view, these terms were just to protect his eleven-year-old sister. But in Zhang Ziweng’s circle, it’s impossible to make such concessions for a newcor.
Da Bao was also a reasonable person and knew that Zhang Ziweng was rely an agent and couldn’t make the final decision. If the brand owner t Nuonuo and thought she was worth such concessions, then let her give it a try to fulfill her wish.
If after the eting, they felt it’s not worth it, then Nuonuo could also abandon her hopes completely.
Of course, Da Bao didn’t want to discourage Nuonuo, but he wouldn’t intervene just to fulfill her dream. This was almost an unwritten rule in the Ji Family: if you have the ability, go fight for it; if not, step aside!
For both Da Bao and Little Treasure, and for Nuonuo, it was the sa!
After a brief consideration on the other end of the phone, they replied, "Young Master Ji, you and Miss Ji have to go to school, right? Can we arrange for this afternoon? You decide the exact ti and place."
Da Bao gave her a ti and place, then promptly hung up the phone.
At school pick-up ti, Da Bao was waiting at the school gate on ti.
Nuonuo and Little Treasure walked out hand in hand with school bags, and two Ji Family cars were parked at the entrance.
Da Bao took Nuonuo’s hand and said to Little Treasure, "Little Treasure, go ho with Uncle Huang first. Sister and I are going to et Miss Zhang."
Little Treasure protested with wide eyes, "No! I want to go, too!"
At this ti, Little Treasure was only half a head shorter than Nuonuo, but standing in front of the 1.8-ter-tall Da Bao, he had no sense of intimidation at all.
"Why are you going? Be good and go ho."
Don’t say Da Bao was overly cautious, but that day, that Zhang Ziweng not only had eyes shining when she looked at Nuonuo but also had the sa openly amazed look when she saw their family of five.
With the status and position of their parents, she certainly wouldn’t dare to probe, but regarding himself and Little Treasure, she certainly still had so ideas.
One Nuonuo was already enough trouble for him; he didn’t want to add the Little Demon King into the mix.
"Sister, I just want to go take a look..."
Seeing his brother wasn’t buying it, the Little Demon King quickly changed tactics, shaking Nuonuo’s arm and acting spoiled.
If Da Bao couldn’t resist Nuonuo’s pouting, then Nuonuo couldn’t withstand this brother who was just over a year younger but had a much higher IQ acting spoiled.
"Brother, is it okay if Little Treasure cos along?"
The little girl’s question, coupled with her pleading eyes, was a sharp weapon that destroyed Da Bao’s rationale.
Da Bao slapped Little Treasure on the head, "You little rascal, always using your sister! It’s not that you can’t co, but you must promise not to cause trouble or ss things up!"
Little Treasure replied, "Absolutely not, Brother, don’t worry!" as he hopped into the car.
Da Bao could only turn around to instruct Uncle Huang to drive the car ho first, while he took Nuonuo and Little Treasure in another car to the agreed coffee shop.
The three siblings walked into the café in descending height order, imdiately attracting the attention of many people.
This coffee shop was a high-end coffee chain located in a bustling area, mostly frequented by local office workers.
Da Bao, even though he was the general manager of a subsidiary, was only seventeen and didn’t go to the office every day, so his attire was no different from a regular college student—a light tan open-neck T-shirt with jeans and ankle boots. His outfit was simple and ordinary, yet on him, it exuded an inexplicable sense of freedom and uniqueness. Besides his handso looks, he exuded a charisma that no one could ignore.
Nuonuo and Little Treasure, one beautiful and the other cute and handso, walked in wearing the sa school uniforms and carrying the sa school bags, their attire was similarly simple. Yet like their brother, they exuded a distinctive aura and presence.
The waiter ca over to greet the siblings, and Zhang Ziweng, who had arrived earlier, rushed over.
"Young Master Ji, Miss Ji, this way, please."
The siblings were already used to the special attention they received outside, and calmly followed Zhang Ziweng to the window seat at the end of the café.
A foreign man who had been sitting and drinking coffee looked up and saw the siblings. The amazent in his eyes was even more intense than Zhang Ziweng’s when she first saw them a few days ago.
The man, his eyes fixed, asked in perfect Mandarin, "Ziwen, who are these people?"
"Mr. Mai, this is Miss Ji, the young lady I told you about."
Zhang Ziweng gestured for the siblings to sit, and made a brief introduction between them and Mr. Mai, whose eyes kept roaming over the siblings throughout.
"Ziwen, are you sure it’s only this young lady interested in working with us?" Mr. Mai’s words were directed at Zhang Ziweng, but his gaze never left the three siblings.
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