Fu Qiran played with the small business card.

A business card is the most basic style, with only a name and phone number on it, and not even an identity.

It doesn't fit in with the basic business card practice at all.

This should be a very personal business card.

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, and the business card flipped quickly in his fingertips.

I don't know when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

As the bathroom door opened, the business card in Fu Qiran's hand was flicked lightly by him.

The little business card flew out all at once.

With a "snap", the business card fell in front of Ruan Jiaojiao.

Ruan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, bent down and picked up the business card on the ground.

"Mr. Fu?" She screamed in surprise.

Fu Qiran stood there, the light shining on him, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

"I helped Jiaojiao sort out her clothes, and this thing fell out."

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't think much about it, she nodded, and said very honestly: "Ke Zixuan wanted to buy one of my paintings, so he left his business card." ”

Fu Qiran narrowed his eyes, "Painting? What paintings? ”

"Hmm...... It's one of my essays. Ruan Jiaojiao said.

Fu Qiran hooked his lips, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Can I take a look at Jiaojiao?"

"Of course." Ruan Jiaojiao casually put the business card on the table, then flipped out her notebook and turned to that page.

"This is it." She said, pointing to the simple painting.

Fu Qiran walked quickly to the table and looked down.

The men and girls who looked at each other face to face seemed to have only each other in their eyes.

In this darkness, the only thing they can rely on is each other.

Fu Qiran's eyes flashed slightly, his fingertips touched the girl's transparent wings, and he praised sincerely: "The painting is very good." ”

"The one named Ke Zixuan has a bit of vision."

Not to mention Ke Zixuan, now even he wants to treasure this picture.

Ruan Jiaojiao heard Fu Qiran say this, scratched her head embarrassedly and said, "Actually, I don't think the painting is good." ”

"A lot of the details weren't done well, and the characters weren't refined enough."

The drawings drawn in only one class were really just sketches for her.

"That's good." Fu Qiran said.

This painting is a work of essays at first glance.

But it is this casual state that can show the most real state of its owner at that time.

"Jiaojiao is great." Fu Qiran praised again.

Every time, his coquettishness is always able to bring him new surprises.

"Do you want to sell this painting?" Fu Qiran asked again.

Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head, "I don't want to sell." ”

Fu Qiran hooked his lips, "If you don't want to sell it, then throw away that person's business card." ”

As he spoke, he tore the business card in half and threw it in the trash.

Jiaojiao Ruan: ......

"Hmm...... Actually, it's not that I don't want to sell. Ruan Jiaojiao explained, "Ke Zixuan is a writer with a pen name of 'Zi Yizi', and none of the works under his name have been sold copyrights. ”

"If we can buy the copyright in his hands, we can make some games, and with the blessing of the original fan base, the audience of the game should be wider."

Fu Qiran nodded thoughtfully.

"How did Jiaojiao know his pen name?"

Ruan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, "The tutor recommended Zi Yizi to me before, so I went to check it out." ”

Fu Qiran nodded, this reason is reasonable.