"Why, you want to go home with me? I can tell you, my grandfather is also at my house, you can't take advantage!" Wang Yan smiled coquettishly.

"Wow, no, your mind is too complicated, I just want to send it back for you. Zhang Xiaowei said speechlessly.

"Funny, you're tired today, go back and rest early, I'll do it myself!" said Wang Yan raised the shopping bags in both hands to show that she was lifting.

"Alright then, go to bed early, and remember to send me a message when it's safe to get home. Zhang Xiaowei didn't be polite to Wang Yan, after all, the house he bought was near here.

"Bye-bye!" Wang Yan finished speaking, and left Qile Square with his two things.

"Coward!" When Wang Yan turned around, she found that Zhang Xiaowei had disappeared into the night, looked at Zhang Xiaowei's back and said charmingly, and then turned to leave, the house she bought was very close to Qile Building, in her words, she could see the office of Qile Building in her house.

"Morning!" When Wang Yan came to the office early in the morning, she found that Zhang Xiaowei had already made tea in the office, and cleaning Zhang Xiaowei's office every day was her business.

"You're pretty early, too. When she saw Zhang Xiaowei, Wang Yan was also very surprised, after all, Zhang Xiaowei hadn't been here so early for a while.

"Come, do you want to drink some tea?" Zhang Xiaowei poured Wang Yan a cup of tea.

"Thank you, I won't drink it, drinking tea early in the morning is not good for your health. Wang Yan declined Zhang Xiaowei's kindness, took a rag and began to wipe the table there.

"Goo!" Zhang Xiaowei looked at Wang Yan, who had to lie on his stomach and wipe it because of the size of his desk, and swallowed his saliva without stopping.

"Sin, sin!" Zhang Xiaowei muttered in his heart, and hurriedly looked away, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but squirt nosebleeds if he watched it.

"Mr. Zhang, someone is looking outside!" This time, Liu Qingqing's pleasant voice came from outside the office.

"Who is looking for me?" Zhang Xiaowei ran out as if he was about to be amnestied.

After Zhang Xiaowei left the office, Wang Yan was not lying on the desk, but straightened up and glanced at the closed office door with some resentment.

"Mr. Zhang, these two are the heads of Cool Cats, and they want to talk to our company about the business of songs!" When Zhang Xiaowei walked out, he saw that in the small conference room, Liu Qingqing was greeting two young men at this time.

"Mr. Zhang, hello, hello!" After the two saw Zhang Xiaowei, they hurriedly stood up, but they were surprised when they saw Zhang Xiaowei, after all, Zhang Xiaowei was younger than what they saw on the Internet.

"What do you call the two?" Zhang Xiaowei beckoned the two to sit down and asked indifferently.

"Hello, this is my business card, this is our colleague from the copyright department. One of the men handed his business card to Zhang Xiaowei with both hands and said.

"Gu Xi, Director of Cool Cat, I didn't expect Director Gu to be so young. Zhang Xiaowei handed the other party's business card to Liu Qingqing.

"Mr. Zhang laughed, compared to you, I'm a little older. ”

"I seem to remember that we don't have any business dealings with you cool cats, I don't know what you want to talk to us about?"

"Ha, that's right, our company wants to come to you for some cooperation on songs. Gu Xi listened to Zhang Xiaowei's words, and gave him the feeling that the other party could only be described in one word, that is, "crazy".

However, he naturally has his own crazy capital, after all, there are many people who are still gnawing at old age like him, and Zhang Xiaowei is worth a billion at a young age.

"We have someone in charge of the song, why don't I let him talk to you?" Zhang Xiaowei doesn't know anything about this aspect of business, and there is a good saying, interlacing is like separating mountains, only professionals can do it.

If you ask him to write a few songs now, he can write N songs without even thinking about it, but he can't talk about it if he asks him to set up a business about songs.

"Really, that's great!" "It's good to be able to talk, it doesn't matter who you talk to, if you can't talk then they won't be in vain this time."

Zhang Xiaowei looked at the time and thought that Cheng Peng would also come to work.

"Let's go, come with me, go to find Cheng Peng?" These things naturally have to find professional Cheng Peng, after all, they have been silent in the orchestra for many years.

"Cheng Peng, are you talking about Cheng Peng, the lead singer of the Coyote Band?" Gu Xi asked in surprise after listening to Zhang Xiaowei's words.

The outside world is still resting on Qile Video for the whereabouts of the Coyote Band, and they don't know that the Coyote Band is now a member of the Han and Tang Dynasty Culture Media.

"Yes, it's him, it's not him, who do you think it is?" Zhang Xiaowei said speechlessly.

In this way, the two followed Zhang Xiaowei up to the fifteenth floor with excitement.

"Mr. Zhang, why are you here so early?" When Zhang Xiaowei took the two of them up, it was probably because it was too early, so Tan Jun and Long Hanlin were there to wipe the instruments.

"Brother Cheng hasn't come yet?" Zhang Xiaowei stopped Tan Jun, who wanted to come over to greet a few people.

"Brother Cheng just came, and he is in the toilet at this time, or Mr. Zhang, you should wait first. Tan Jun saw that Mr. Zhang didn't let himself help pour the tea, and continued to wipe their instruments there.

"Mr. Zhang, why are you here so early today?" Cheng Peng came out soon.

"Brother Cheng, these two are Gu Xi, the director of Cool Cat, and Yuan Fei, the director of the copyright department!" Zhang Xiaowei didn't have a polite relationship with Cheng Peng, after all, there are guests when they are not polite.

"Do you have anything to talk to Cheng Peng, and he will have full authority to negotiate business with your company on behalf of the company!" Zhang Xiaowei said after several people introduced each other.

Cheng Peng took the two into the office inside, and Zhang Xiaowei walked to Tan Jun's side, because Tan Jun was also in his twenties, so he and Zhang Xiaowei were still relatively talkative.

"Mr. Zhang, your mortal song last time was so good, but your voice changed later, and I regret I didn't hear the full version. Tan Jun asked inadvertently while wiping the piano.

"If you want to hear it, I just happened to be free today, so why don't we record that mortal song again?" Zhang Xiaowei listened to Tan Jun's words and felt that what he said was also reasonable.

"Mr. Zhang, wait, let's wipe it off quickly, and then we'll go to the recording studio." Long Hanlin listened to Zhang Xiaowei's words, for fear that Mr. Zhang would run into the recording by himself, so there would be nothing to do with them.

"Okay, hurry up, I'll wait for you!"

It may be that Zhang Xiaowei's words played a role, and the two of them quickly wiped the accumulated instruments inside.

At this time, Zhang Xiaowei stood on the stage of the recording studio, and the recording studio sometimes needed a stage, so a slightly higher platform was reserved for the stage during the decoration.