Xiaotangshan Club, the most valuable place in Haicheng, was built with great funds from the Fu family. Even families like the Wen family and Zhao Tong could not get in. It was a leisure and entertainment venue that only the richest people could enter.
In one word: rich.
Wen Qiao: "What are you going to do?"
"Let me introduce you to some of my friends."
Wen Qiao thought of the tattooed man he had seen in the hospital before, and thought that maybe he could find some clues in the club, so he agreed.
As soon as Wen Qiao came back, Xu Lu couldn't wait to come to her the next morning with a contract to sever all ties with the Wen family to ask her to sign it.
Wen Jianmin didn't even want to see them, so he asked her to do it for him.
She was delighted.
Seeing Wen Qiao's petty-bourgeois mentality and his secretly happy expression after getting two million, she could feel a sense of superiority invisibly.
Two million is just a few limited edition bags of my mother. Wen Qiao has been used to living a poor life and his horizons have become narrower. It's really ridiculous.
Wen Qiao picked up the contract and signed his name in a flamboyant manner.
She really didn't care about the two million, she just wanted to make things difficult for Wen Jianmin.
Xu Lu watched her sign and said earnestly, "Wen Qiao, why did you make your relationship with Uncle Wen so strained just for two million? Uncle Wen was so angry that he wanted to cut off all ties with you."
Wen Qiao signed, threw away the pen in his hand, and glanced at her: "We severed our relationship eleven years ago. If he had given the money readily, the relationship would not be so strained. Since you are so considerate, go back and persuade him to treat his ex-wife and children well, so that he won't get angry all the time, okay?"
Xu Lu bit her lip and said, "You are becoming more and more eloquent now. I can't argue with you, but I have always been doing this for your own good."
Wen Qiao threw the contract into her arms: "Okay, take the contract and leave quickly."
Xu Lu looked aggrieved, but Wen Qiao was too lazy to pay attention to her.
Only after they left the alley did Xu Lu sneer, "Idiot."
The two million that Wen Qiao received were all in her card. She didn't let her mother manage the money because she had an uncle, an aunt, and her two children. She was not really a good person.
She was afraid that 'the poor in the downtown area are ignored, while the rich in the mountains have distant relatives'. She was afraid that her aunt would know that they suddenly had two million yuan in their hands and would come to borrow money, and her mother would be too embarrassed to refuse.
The money is in her hands now, and she will use it to hire a psychologist for her two younger brothers. Anyone who asks her to lend it will just say "No way".
Ms. Chen Yanfei, the most famous psychologist in Haicheng, graduated from Princeton University with a degree in psychology. Wen Qiao logged into the Feilin Clinic and made an appointment for a consultation on July 25th.
As soon as I hung up the number and opened my mailbox, I saw three unread emails. The senders were all Song Hao, the music director of Haimao Records.
I replied to her email yesterday morning, expressed great interest in her demo, and wanted to add her WeChat for further communication.
Because Wen Qiao was abroad at the time, he did not respond in time.
Song Hao seemed to be worried that she had applied to several record companies at the same time, so he sent two more emails, his tone somewhat urgent.
Wen Qiao quickly added him on WeChat, and Song Hao's voice message came out soon, expressing his amazement at her musical talent. He had decided to include the music demo she sent in the new album to be released in September by Shang Fan, a popular singer under Haimao.
Wen Qiao smiled. She catered to his preferences, so it was natural for Song Hao to like her.
Song Hao was a straightforward man. He directly offered her a composition fee of 300,000 yuan, and the copyright belonged to Wen Qiao.
(End of this chapter)