Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

Xing's meeting room.

The huge conference room was full of high-level executives in the company. Xing Kun sat in the first place, leaning against the chair behind him, biting a cigarette at the corner of his lips, half-closed his eyes and looked at the materials sent by the people below, flipping through them, the voice Vague.

"There are so many, let me choose? What are you doing?"

The high-level people below were suddenly silent, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"After dealing with things like this, it seems that you are afraid that you are tired of staying and want to taste the taste of unemployment."

He removed the cigarette from the corner of his lips, and slowly exhaled a light mist, which blurred his three-dimensional outline, but the low voice in his voice was clearly heard.
It's an understatement, but after saying it, it carries coercion for no reason, which is very oppressive.

The higher-ups frowned at each other, feeling the cold sweat dripping down their backs. No one dared to speak nonsense, nor dared not to speak, and fell into a dilemma for a while.

After a while, the person in charge of the project department bit the bullet and stood up, with a slightly trembling voice, "Mr. Xing, because we haven't determined the direction of investment, we have selected these representative novel IPs, and we plan to let Mr. Xing take one of them." idea."

In front of the employees on weekdays, he can be regarded as a leader. When he was in front of Mr. Xing, he couldn't even speak fluently. He secretly sighed that he was useless.

Xing Kun glanced over with his deep and deep black eyes, and nodded.

The person in charge of the project department sat down with a sigh of relief.

The marketing department jumped up impatiently, and took a quick look at Xing Kun, "Mr. Xing, according to the results of our investigation, novel IPs with relatively good market prospects are currently inclined towards the president, and old sayings and fantasy are just based on the investment level." , Fantasy is relatively expensive, and the capital chain cannot be carried away. The best choice for the president category is the one with small investment and high returns."

The other senior executives nodded in agreement.

Qu Yun sat on Xing Kun's left hand side, with two people in the middle. She brushed her hair on her forehead and hooked it behind her ears. The head remained silent.

Xing Kun casually extinguished the burnt cigarette at the corner of his mouth and put it in the ashtray next to him. There was water in the ashtray, and with a zip, the spark was completely gone.

His hand holding the pen tapped lightly on the conference table one after another.

The conference room was eerily quiet, and everyone realized that a meeting with Xing Kun was a nightmare.

After a long time, Xing Kun threw away the pen, his eyes swept across the people in the conference room, spread out the documents, put them on the table, slightly lifted his thin lips, stretched out his knuckle index finger, and tapped on a certain position, " Then this."

The person in charge of the project department sitting next to him leaned forward and stretched his neck to see the category Xing Kun was pointing at. He couldn't help but read along: "Master Xing's Pillow Wife?"

"In line with market conditions, with low investment and high returns, what do you think of this IP?"

After Xing Kun finished speaking, he raised his eyes, his expression was calm and calm, and his dark eyes were so deep that he could not see the bottom.

Qu Yun's hand holding the document was getting tighter and tighter, and the edge of the paper was almost crushed by her, but she didn't notice it.

With Xing Kun's words, the high-level executives reopened the files, examined the novel, and judged its quality with a purpose, which was much easier than finding a needle in a haystack aimlessly.

"Boss Xing's direction is right, and this theme is very suitable for the current market."

"The investment is much less than other IPs. The main reason is that the props and scenes can be used directly. It doesn't need to spend too much time to prepare. There is a good guarantee in terms of project completion time."

"As for the income, we can only wait for the final results, but I believe that Mr. Xing's vision will not be bad!"

A group of high-level executives who can achieve this position are also talented people who know how to cater to their horses in what kind of environment.

What's more, Xing Kun's processing ability and vision are indeed beyond their reach. The reason why they put this multiple-choice question in the meeting is because they believe that Xing Kun can make a correct decision, which is better than their blindness.

"Then it's settled, start preparing as soon as possible, who will be in charge of this project?"

Xing Kun didn't bother to listen to their nonsense, so he looked at the project manager after he made the final decision.

As soon as the project manager received the signal, he pushed the frame of the glasses, and was about to take it, but Qu Yun, who was sitting next to him, said, "I want to be in charge of this project."

With a look of astonishment on his face, the words stuck in his throat did not come out, and he turned his head to look.

Qu Yun tied her hair neatly, dressed in a refreshing light blue suit, with a smile on her lips, and volunteered: "This theme should be the favorite of girls my age, right? If you are interested, it will be easier to read." Devotion, I think I am the most suitable, Mr. Xing, what do you think?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at the man sitting in the first place, the smile on her lips was stalemate for a long time, but she still pretended to be natural.

The lights in the conference room were shining brightly, shining on Xing Kun's deep and well-defined face, which became more and more three-dimensional, portraying his coldness and depth.

Qu Yun's heart beat twice suddenly, and the hand hanging under her body slowly tightened.

"General Manager Qu, you don't seem to be in charge of this, do you? Why are you so active today?"

The project manager looked at her half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Xing Kun's indifferent eyes also fell on Qu Yun, wanting to hear what she meant.

"I am a fan of novels, out of interest, this is the first point."

Qu Yun stabilized her emotions, and brought out the reasons that she had thought up while sitting just now, "Recently, there are many projects in the company, and you are all tight on hand and time is tight, but this IP project is also a big one. You can’t grab too many at the same time, which will affect the quality, and I just don’t have any projects.”

Convincing the person in charge of the project department is much easier than convincing Xing Kun. She couldn't help but look at the person in charge of the project department, and said with a chuckle, "Isn't it just right to be in charge of this project wholeheartedly?"

Naturally, this was also for Xing Kun.

"Or, Mr. Xing doesn't believe in my ability?"

She looked at Xing Kun with a smile, and said so naturally to prompt him to make a decision.

Xing Kun rested his hands lightly on both sides of the desk, glanced at Qu Yun indifferently, without any waves, and slightly lifted his thin lips, "I believe that with your ability, it is more than enough to take charge of this project."

Xing Kun looked sideways at Qin Shen behind him and hooked his hands.

Qin Shen respectfully handed him the information in his hand, and then retreated back to the original position without making a sound, maintaining the previous posture.

With his bony fingers, he flicked the information in his hand, "This is the novel IP project list, take a good look after you go out, and you are familiar with it."

After finishing speaking, he put the information on the table, pressed and slid it, and it slid directly in front of her without passing through other people's hands.

This is regarded as the company's project secret, and other than the important person in charge, no one else can tell it.

Qu Yun held the information, raised her eyes to look at Xing Kun, and avoided it with a guilty conscience.

Even with just such a glance, she could still feel those deep eyes, like a dark fog that cannot be melted away, making it unpredictable.