"Speaking of part-time jobs," Leng Yue said as if remembering something. "You don't have to go through the trouble of looking for it, there's an extra job for you to do."

An Qin tilted her little head, although it was a little inappropriate to arrange a double workload for the newcomer in this way, she was still looking forward to it.

"Don't worry, I will give you a commission, and it will definitely not be less than the income you earn from finding a part-time job outside." Leng Yue added, and couldn't help but look at An Qin, inevitably worried. "I'm afraid you won't be able to do it."

"What to do?" This cold is really interesting, I didn't tell her what work to do, I was worried that she wouldn't be able to do it, and I was worried that I wouldn't arrange it for her.

"Nishang isn't an independent studio, you know that, right?"

An Qin nodded, Nishang Studio is a subsidiary of STAR Group. Speaking of the STAR Group, it is one of the world's top 10 large conglomerates, and it is the dream of countless people to work in such a large group.

"A man wants clothes, and a Buddha wants gold. Executives are naturally very demanding of their own image, so the designers here have an exclusive service job, personal stylist. ”

"You're saying I'm going to be in charge of the day-to-day and work of an executive?" She's a professional at this. Leng always has something to worry about. An Qin patted his chest. "I'm sure to make sure my employer is satisfied!"

It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

Leng Yue originally wanted to give some kind reminders, but An Qin's confidence provoked her to gently touch her fingers around the coffee cup and shut up in aion.

"So, how much can I take?" An Qin is more concerned about money.

"Fifty percent."

"How much is that?"

"According to the hourly plan, one thousand per hour, you can get five hundred, and every time the service is not satisfied, it will be counted as one hour, that guy doesn't like to participate in activities, so you won't have too much work."

"Do you have to go over every day to match each other?"

"On request, yes."

It's a fat boy.

An Qin hadn't been in such a good mood for a long time, and he smiled like a flower.

"You'll have to go over tomorrow morning, and I'll let Xiaoya give it to you when the timetable and address arrive."

"Okay!"

… The matter of pooling money went more smoothly than expected, and at seven o'clock in the evening, An Qin met Song Xueyan in the agreed café.

She handed the check she took from the finance department to Song Xueyan.

"180,000?!" Looking at the amount on the check, Song Xueyan was surprised and delighted. "Where did you get all this money?"

"That's the benefit of being talented." An Qin's little face was proud and light. "I have advanced half a year's salary with the studio, which is enough for the deposit and nearly a month's medical expenses, you had better arrange surgery for Wu's mother as soon as possible, it is not a way to drag it on."

"The cost of surgery is as low as 200,000 yuan." It is true that the money in my hand is a solution to the urgent need, but the most important operation fee is not yet in sight.

"After returning to the magic capital, I took a picture of Wu's mother's medical records and sent it to me, I went online 'Didi Chip', there are many well-wishers in this world, and everyone's donations of a few dollars and dozens of yuan will soon be settled."

"Why didn't I think of it, An Qin, you still have a way." Because of Anqin, the dilemma faced by Song Xueyan was easily solved.

"As I said, as long as it's about money, you can always think of a way to solve it." An Qin was very hurt, and her best friend actually sold her for money.

"Thank you, Anqin!" Song Xueyan stretched out her hand gratefully, but An Qin dropped her hand under the table evasively.

"Don't thank you, I didn't do this for you, it's for Mother Wu, go back, take good care of her old man, and wish her old man a speedy recovery!"

An Qin said and got up to leave.

After only taking two steps, he remembered to turn around and remind: "Don't have anything to do with An Chen anymore, he is ...... Mama Wu needs you! ”

An Qin thought that she knew An Chen very well, but she was wrong.