Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 695: Is This a Matter of Money?!

Shang Shuyue just felt she was out of luck.

She was simply assigned a social work survey task by her teacher, and reluctantly found a part-time job with a crew online, only to find out she was applying to be Jiang Yan’s assistant!

Why did it always seem like she would never bump into this ancestor again in her life, and yet, heaven would always make them run into each other?

Beside her, Luo Xingmu glanced at Jiang Yan, then at Shang Shuyue’s gloomy face, and laughed as if he had discovered some amusing new world.

"So, do you actually know each other or not?"

Shang Shuyue continued scowling, "Don’t know him, absolutely don’t know him, who knows him!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan was displeased and walked straight up to her, looking down from above.

"Shang Shuyue, what do you mean by that? At least we shared a bed for a month on a deserted island, right? You’re turning your back on me now? Am I that embarrassing to you?"

Jiang Yan’s voice was loud, immediately attracting the attention of everyone around.

Seeing the malicious glances shot her way, Shang Shuyue wished she could just dig a hole and crawl into it, teeth clenched, she said, "I was joking, okay! Keep your voice down!"

Jiang Yan was amused, patted her on the back, and said, "How did you become my assistant? Shang University Scholar? Aren’t you from Qing University? What, did you get expelled?"

Shang Shuyue’s grip on the box tightened, and her face darkened even more.

She should have checked the almanac before leaving the house today.

"This is my research task." She could bear it no longer, holding the box and stepping back, "I’m going to ask the director for a different job right now."

"Don’t," Jiang Yan quickly grabbed her, "Don’t go, I don’t know anyone in this group, I’m bored to death every day, now that I finally have someone I know, please stay and be my assistant. I’ll give you twenty percent more than what they’re offering you for salary."

"I don’t lack money."

"Fifty percent?"

"It’s not about the money."

"Please, Shang University Scholar, Sister Shang, sister, you’re my only sister."

Shang Shuyue: "....."

In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to leave, turned around, and looked at him expressionlessly, "Let’s get one thing straight, I’m just an intern assistant, and everything will be secondary to my research work."

Jiang Yan nodded vigorously, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."

Rarely seeing him so compliant, and looking up to see those eyes glinting with a faint light, Shang Shuyue’s heart suddenly took a heavy blow.

The familiar feeling made her quickly lower her head and rake through her hair to hide her sudden discomfort.

The thick-skinned Jiang Yan didn’t notice her change, and took the box from her hands.

"Come on, I’ll show you around my dressing room, which will be your office from now on!"

Behind them, Luo Xingmu watched the two leave with a meaningful look.

The little assistant who came along didn’t understand and asked, "Brother Mu, what are you looking at?"

Luo Xingmu’s lips curved upward.

"I’m watching the drama unfold."

Soon, Shang Shuyue paid a painful price for not being able to resist the temptation of male beauty.

After Jiang Yan finished a scene, the first thing he said when he got down from the wire rigging was — "Shu Yue, untie this rope for me, I’m exhausted."

When he was hungry, "Shu Yue, order some takeout for me, I want the barbecued pork from that place in the east of the city."

The first thing he said after work, "Shu Yue, my arm hurts, give it a rub."

"Shang Shuyue, I’m thirsty, where’s the water? I don’t want coffee, I want black tea."

"Shang Shuyue, where’s my script book? The one with ’I am the Movie Emperor’ sticker on the cover."

"Shang Shuyue......"

After a day’s work, all the staff in the film crew looked at Shang Shuyue with sympathy.

Even Yin Le couldn’t help but say, "Director, should we give her a raise? After all, she’s a student from Qing University."

Shang Shuyue slapped a towel onto the table.

Was this a matter of money?!!!!!!

It was less than a month before Jiang Zhao Yuan’s sixty-fifth birthday.

The entire Jiang Family had already entered a state of high alert, everyone busily preparing for the birthday celebration.

Even Lin Manru had to delegate tasks at her studio to Liu Suqing, as she busied herself with the birthday banquet arrangements.

From sending out invitations to setting up the banquet, every detail was meticulously taken care of.

Jiang Li wasn’t idle either.

In the past, at the Marquis Mansion, she, the young mistress, had arranged every single dinner, from the inner hall to the front courtyard, attending to every detail.

Such a birthday banquet was a small event for her.

With Jiang Li’s help, Lin Manru found herself with less to do and was able to free up her schedule half a month in advance to take Jiang Li to the department store.

"It’s been so long since we went shopping, and it’s a great opportunity to find some good fabric to make a new outfit for your grandfather."

Her Jinli Studio had grown in size by now, primarily serving the wealthy ladies in the circle, tailoring various outfits for them.

Because of her designs coupled with Liu Suqing’s craftsmanship, their clothes were in high demand.

With the old man’s birthday approaching, she had already designed an old-style Chinese tunic suit to give him as a new garment.

Jiang Li also took the opportunity to ask about the affairs of Lin Manru’s studio.

"Mom, I looked at your accounts, and last month’s turnover already broke one million. With the New Year coming, there might be even more orders. Have you considered expanding a bit?"

Lin Manru walked into the fabric market while replying to Jiang Li.

"I’ve thought about it, but for every new person I add, I have to spend more time, and with so many things to take care of at home, I’m afraid I can’t handle it all."

"Just leave the household affairs to me, Mom. You can focus on your business."

Jiang Li’s words warmed Lin Manru’s heart.

Since establishing the studio, she had heard countless rumors and gossip.

Most of them mocked her, saying she was already a widow halfway to the grave, and instead of staying at home to devote herself to her elders and children, she dared to start a business.

If it had been her in the past, she would have been saddened by such idle talk for a long time, likely never to recover.

But now, her daughter’s support was her greatest reliance.

Whenever she felt she couldn’t persevere, she would remember the encouraging words of Jiang Li and would once again kindle hope.

"Thank you, Ah Li. Without you, Mom would still be at home being a housewife."

Jiang Li smiled and then said something Lin Manru couldn’t even dare to think of.

"So Mom, do you want the studio to go public and turn it into a company?"

"What?" Lin Manru stopped in surprise, "Go public?"

"Yes," Jiang Li nodded, then looked around at the colorful fabrics, "You have unique designs, professional craftsmanship, and a stable client base, so why not take the studio public and turn it into a brand? Your designs are so amazing, they should be seen by more people."

Lin Manru hadn’t been without her fantasies.

But going public wasn’t so simple, and the fashion industry was already so saturated. Many century-old big brands didn’t even have the opportunity to go public, like Huaxiu, which, to this day, has been unable to list for various reasons and has only dominated some of the domestic market.