Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband

Swiftly—

Cheng Youran blushed from her cheeks to the base of her neck, as if all blood was concentrated on her face. She pushed Lu Zixiao, but instead of pushing, she was hugged tighter.

"what."

Lu Zixiao's voice was low, with an indescribable tone of laziness: "I understand."

Cheng Youran raised his head, met Lu Zixiao's dark eyes, and asked suspiciously, "What do you know?"

The man said nothing and looked at her.

As if to be pierced by gaze, Cheng Youran's heart beat the snare drum, "dongdongdong" hit her heart, her throat was a little dry.

Accompanied by a chuckle.

Lu Zixiao replied with an agitated voice: "You are trying to refuse and welcome."

"Where am I?"

Cheng Youran retorted unconvincingly.

"Otherwise, why are you holding me?" Lu Zixiao's ending sounded a little longer.

Cheng Youran only realized that when Lu Zixiao had let go of his hand, his head was still resting on his chest.

"Stick to me so tightly."

His tone has a fascinating connotation.

Cheng Youran:...

She turned angrily and walked into the car, and decided to ignore Lu Zixiao for three days.

When she closed the car door and was about to roll the window, Lu Zixiao held the car window with one hand, stopped teasing her, grabbed a smile, and said sternly, "I am with everything, so don't think too much."

The solemnity came suddenly.

The man's hand left the car window, and the car window slowly rolled up. Seeing Lu Zixiao's stiff back walking towards the hotel, Cheng Youran put her hand on her cheek and thought, then... just ignore him for one day.

Suddenly, a text message came from the mobile phone.

[Bank of China] Transfer RMB 5,000,000.00 to your bank card ending in 4639

You don't need to think about it, it must be Lu Zixiao's turn, Cheng Youran thought stubbornly, then... just ignore him for a long time.

...

Intercontinental hotel, senior suite.

Lu Zixiao opened the room card.

There was someone inside, and his face was not surprised.

"Mr. Lu, you are here."

A tall and thin middle-aged man took a few deep and nervous breaths, holding a document bag tightly in his hand.

"got it?"

Lu Zixiao glanced at the file bag he was holding, and closed the door, his tone was flat, but with a shocking pressure.

The man nodded, seeing that Lu Zixiao didn't speak, his heart sank inexplicably, he bowed, and offered the documents with both hands, his hands trembling: "Then my daughter..."

Lu Zixiao took the document bag and looked at the document without any trace of temperature. Then he said faintly, "Don't worry."

What the man wanted to say, but in the end there was only one sentence left on his lips: "I have always been very relieved of you."

But his back was even more rickety.

Lu Zixiao looked at him, suddenly paused, and said, "She will live well, better than most girls."

He put on his gloves, opened the file bag, and opened the first page of the file. The first line read...

—I am very senior, Lu Zhengrong, in order to prevent future disputes over his estate, he made a will as follows.

...

Cheng Youran walked into the company too early. There were no people in the company. She remembered Lu Zhengrong's claim that he would adopt Li Zhichen as his adopted son, but she didn't know if it was true or angry.

As long as Jiang Rong disagrees, Lu Zhengrong can't help it.

She thought for a while and dialed Jiang Rong's phone: "Hey, Mom—"

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Rong's voice was as usual. She seemed to have forgotten the quarrel in the morning. Her voice was gentle: "You Ran, you said."

"Dad said to accept Li Zhichen as his adopted son, would you not agree?"

Cheng Youran didn't think that Jiang Rong would agree that the adopted son had the right of legal inheritance if he had to register for a household registration. Jiang Rong was born in a wealthy family, and he saw many inheritance disputes, and he would not be surprised by this.

"Your dad likes Achen's child very much, and he feels distressed that he has no legs. Zixiao is often away from home, so it's okay to ask Achen to accompany your dad."

One sentence can give up half of the Lu Group.

Cheng Youran didn't know what to say. If she didn't know Li Zhichen's life experience, she would have doubted whether Li Zhichen was Jiang Rong's other son.

"Mom, I have something to do today." Cheng Youran felt that she had to calm down, "I will see you for afternoon tea tomorrow."

It was almost nine o'clock at this time, and the employees of Grapefruit Culture walked into the company staggeringly with a yawn.

Chengfeng was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and walked slowly: "If you spend time in the United States, it would be nice."

"Go to work at nine o'clock in the evening and leave work at nine o'clock in the morning. Life in your dreams." A team member added.

The group walked to the second floor, saw Cheng Youran holding the phone, and hurriedly bowed in unison: "Hello boss!"

"Have a meeting today."

Cheng Youran put down the phone.

Hearing her words, Chengfeng's pace slowed down.

This day finally... still came.

It seems that bosses all over the world like to have meetings. If you don’t have a meeting, you don’t deserve to be a boss. Even the cute little poverty cannot be avoided.

Chengfeng thought bitterly, and followed everyone to the meeting room.

"Boss Pomelo, is there something important?"

Xiong Yu poured a cup of coffee for Cheng Youran.

"Actually... it's not a big deal."

Cheng Youran thought for a few seconds. If it weren't for cheap advertising fees, she would not adopt offline advertising.

Xiong Chen was relieved a little. After the sales of "Through To 1937" broke through one million, it stagnated. He thought that Cheng Youran wanted him to "talk to the heart" and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

"I want to put an ad in "Extreme Survival", but I couldn't think of what to put on it."

Yes, this is the purpose of her coming to the company today.

Other advertisers are milk, mobile phones, grapefruit culture at most... Selling peripherals?

hiss-

Everyone in the conference room couldn't help taking a breath. The hottest variety show at the moment is "Extreme Survival", and an advertisement is placed in "Extreme Survival"...

A large number of numbers flashed in his head, and Cheng Feng was a little dizzy: "It's a few million, right?"

Xiongyu glanced at him sympathetically: "Poverty limits your imagination."

When she watched the gossip forum yesterday, she happened to see a post analyzing that the advertising price of "Extreme Survival" was tens of millions.

"but-"

Xiong Chen asked: "Can our company insert advertisements?"

He doesn't watch many variety shows, but he also knows that in general variety shows, advertisements are branded objects, but they don't have real objects.

"Oh, I didn't make it clear."

Cheng Youran said aloud: "To be precise, it is the title of the season of "Extreme" Survival, and an advertisement is broadcast at the beginning of the movie."

Naming?

With a plop, Xiongyu did not sit well and fell to the ground. She opened her mouth: "This is worth hundreds of millions, right?"

Cheng Youran put her hands together on the table: "Friendly price."

Friendly price...

This was in Xiongyu's ears, and it was undoubtedly an excuse to take care of their mood. She nodded with difficulty: "I can bear it, boss, please continue to say."

"So the main reason for this meeting today is to talk about advertising." Cheng Youran turned the pen in his hand.

After being extremely shocked, everyone's minds became more active. Although they were all one company, but the departments were different, an unnatural cough sounded in the conference room.

The first person to speak was Xiong Chen. He took out the computer from his bag and opened the form: "Boss, the exposure of "Wear to 1937" has reached a bottleneck, and sales are steadily stagnating. If it can be advertised, I believe it will be more than 100. Wan's sales are not a problem."

Chengfeng knocked on the table, meaning something: "One million more is not just what you say. I think we should give advertising to the most potential ones, such as—"

Light also nodded.

No one thought that Cui Ming, who had been bowing his head, said: "For example, the web culture industry is the source of the cultural industry, and it must have the most potential."

Riding the wind:...

No one can convince anyone. In the end, Xiong Chen had an idea: "Would you like to build a website? If you work overtime today, you will be able to build it tomorrow."

Cheng Youran was a little moved.

After an afternoon of discussion, a framework was finally reached. The website is divided into three sections: games, and e-sports.

Unlike commercial websites, it's purely advertising. The entire page is propaganda by your own family, so the technology is not difficult, and at most it can be scrolled.

After the meeting, Fang Liuyun drove over to pick her up. She told Fang Liuyun about the website, but she didn't want to tell Fang Liuyun and frowned: "CCTV probably won't agree."

All David TVs don’t have any morals. Talking about morals with you is definitely not enough money, but CCTV is different. It will take social benefits into consideration.

In China, games and games are not something that can be mentioned positively, at least not in the eyes of the government. Whenever there is a complaint from parents, it will be criticized.

Cheng Youran got into the car, Xiao Su sat in the co-pilot: "Sister Youran, the luggage is packed in the trunk."

"Thank you."

Cheng Youran smiled at her, still thinking about advertising, she suddenly thought, "What if so..."

Fang Liuyun originally held the steering wheel relaxedly, but listening to Cheng Youran's words, her back straightened as she listened. After she finished speaking, her face couldn't help showing approval: "I think it will be great."

With Fang Liuyun's affirmation, Cheng Youran was finally relieved, but Xiong Chen and the others had to work hard.

After driving for about forty minutes, we arrived at a manor, slightly smaller than the Lu's, but the area was also staggeringly large.

Fang Liuyun parked the car in the garage, and a few people got off. She said apologetically: "This is a villa under Mr. Lu’s name. It hasn’t been occupied for a few years. Today, someone was urgently sent to clean it up. Some corners may not be cleaned. arrive."

"It's okay, Sister Fang."

Cheng Youran walked out of the garage to a light-colored three-story villa. Behind the woods are the open-air swimming pool and golf course, but these are not important.

The important thing is... she finally doesn't have to see Lu Zhengrong at the dinner table every day. In the original story, he is terminally ill. Even if he doesn't move out, he should not see him soon.

...

"Few" Building, 28th floor.

Yu Shuang came over and asked the staff: "Have you hung up on the Internet?"

"Hang it up."

The staff hurriedly nodded and opened Tao|bao. The third issue of "Few" in July has already set up the purchase link, and just waited to press OK.

Now is the Internet age, in addition to stable offline sales channels, magazines will also rely more on online sales, and when the cover character is a celebrity.

Online sales are often amazing.

"What do you think the sales volume will be in this period?" an intern asked in a low voice.

"Almost ten thousand copies."

Yu Shuang gave an estimate that actress fans are not the same as male star fans. Fans are long-lasting but not too fanatical. Especially for actresses like Cheng Youran who have been in her for a few years, most fans are more Buddha.

Ten thousand copies are already a good number, considering that she became popular because of "Extreme Survival".

"The highest sales volume in history seems to be 180,000 copies, right?" The intern suddenly said without a word.

Yu Shuang saw what she was thinking: "I know you are watching "Extreme Survival" recently, but my dear, do you know who the record holder is?"

"Who?"

The intern asked embarrassedly.

"Yan Junze."

Hearing this name, Yu Shuang saw the intern lower her head and stopped talking about this topic. Also, if it were someone else, she could still imagine that she might break the record.

That is Yan Junze.

Yu Shuang glanced at his watch, it was almost time.

Suddenly, the intern raised his head: "Who is the second?"

Yu Shuang:...

She laughed. Although she had a good impression of Cheng Youran, Cheng Youran could hardly match the second-place sales of 120,000.

"Take away your fan mentality, 10,000 copies, no more." Yu Shuang squinted, "Even Gu Yao only sold 20,000 copies."

"Gu Yao?"

The intern had a vague impression: "Is that the guest of "Twenty-Four Hours of Madness", is she very popular?"

Yu Shuang was stunned, as if there was a generation gap. No one at their age didn't know Gu Yao.

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