Later, as Song Ziyi became more and more famous and could generate more and more profits, the company made several appropriate adjustments and signed several new distribution contracts to keep her.
But she was a nostalgic and grateful person and never argued with the company. So for so many years, although she was a superstar, she still got the income of a first-line star.
The company and the agent were like vampires attached to her, constantly exploiting her hard-earned money and squeezing her surplus value.
She got the income of a first-line star but put on the extravagance of a superstar. She couldn't treat the staff who followed her badly. It would be strange if she could save money.
The news media often praised her for being diligent and thrifty. As a superstar, she didn't live in a mansion or drive a luxury car like other stars. Even her house in Yan Jing was only a three-bedroom apartment of 120 square meters.
The house prices in Yan Jing and Ninghai were comparable to those in Ninghai, starting from tens of thousands of yuan, and the expensive ones were more than 100,000 yuan per square meter. The houses far from the company were slightly cheaper, but it was too troublesome and inconvenient to go back and forth; the houses close to the company were too expensive and she couldn't afford them at all.
Outsiders didn't know her difficulties. It wasn't that she didn't want to live in a mansion and drive a luxury car, but she really didn't have so much money to buy a mansion. Even the three-bedroom apartment she lived in now was paid by her in installments.
So far, whenever she thought of the strange eyes and incredible expression of the real estate salesman who handled the installment payment for her, she felt ashamed.
At this moment, when she heard eight billion, she was completely stunned. This was a huge amount of money that she could only hope for, but it fell into her hands so easily. It was like a dream to her.
"Okay, Mr. Ning, you're straightforward. Deal."
Kang Xiangyang felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from his heart. A disaster had been averted just like that. Spending money to avoid disaster was not necessarily a bad way to solve the problem.
Fearing that Ding Ning and Song Ziyi would regret, Kang Xiangyang immediately called the company's finance department and arranged someone to transfer money to Song Ziyi.
Since the chairman had said so, the finance director could only reluctantly get up from his mistress's bed and hurried to handle the transfer business.
Although this was not in line with the rules, Kang Xiangyang had always been strong in the company, so he didn't dare to delay. It was done in less than half an hour.
In this period of time, Song Ziyi's mind had been wandering, as if she had not recovered from the eight billion. She did not even realize that Ding Ning had taken the opportunity to hold her hand and take advantage of her.
Kang Xiangyang looked at Song Ziyi's obedient look and had a deeper understanding of their relationship. It seemed that Song Ziyi had gotten close to this mysterious young man. No wonder he was so confident.
Ding Ning secretly rejoiced. With a sanctimonious smile on his face, he chatted with Kang Xiangyang from time to time, but he was secretly playing with Song Ziyi's hand, comparing it with his women's hand which was more beautiful.
There was no doubt about the final answer. Song Ziyi, the big star, did not have to do any chores and was naturally slender. She completely had the potential to be a hand model and was obviously better than Luoxue, Xiaoyao, and the others.
Among the women he knew, perhaps only Shen Muqing's hand could compare with hers. Ding Ning's mind was in a mess and he didn't notice that Song Ziyi, who had come to her senses at some point, was staring at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes spewing fire.
Seeing that he was still taking advantage of her, Song Ziyi immediately became angry. But considering that Kang Xiangyang and his son were beside her, she couldn't ruin Ding Ning's show. She let him play with her hand, while her other hand quietly touched the softest part of his waist. She twisted it fiercely and showed a proud smile. Humph! How dare you take advantage of me? You will die of pain!
But the result …
Ding Ning just turned his head to look at her indifferently and then immediately turned his head away as if nothing had happened. He continued to chat with Kang Xiangyang and his son, who were restless.
What was going on? Did I twist the wrong person?
Song Ziyi felt uncomfortable and looked at the position where her hand twisted. There was no mistake. It was his waist. Why didn't he have any reaction at all? Didn't he hurt? Or did I use too little strength?
Thinking of this, Song Ziyi increased her strength, three circles to the left and three circles to the right …
With stubbornness in her eyes, she happily twisted Ding Ning's waist that didn't have a trace of fat.
But the result …
There was still no reaction. Ding Ning didn't even bother to look at her and held her little hand tightly.
He chatted with Kang Xiangyang as if they had met earlier. From the 3.55 yuan per kilo of winter melon to the development trend of the domestic entertainment industry, to the international situation, and now they were talking about whether they could open an Earth Immigration Planet in outer space.
Song Ziyi was completely dumbfounded. Was this guy still human? Didn't he have pain nerves? From this, Queen Song's imagination went wild. Could this guy be a cyborg like the terminator, so he didn't feel any pain like a human?
Did he come to save the Earth? Or did he specially come to save me? In his script, am I the female lead?
The more Song Ziyi thought about it, the shyer she became. She peeked at Ding Ning's face that could only be considered delicate and pretty. She suddenly felt that although this guy looked ordinary, he was actually quite good-looking and was a handsome guy at second sight.
Perhaps beauty was in the eye of the beholder. The more Song Ziyi looked at Ding Ning, the more he looked. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that he met her criteria for a spouse. For a moment, she was so well-behaved that she didn't say anything and looked at him affectionately like a docile little wife.
Ding Ning was observant and alert. He was shocked by her sudden quiet and ladylike behavior. What was going on? Did this girl fall in love with him?
Thinking of this, Ding Ning inexplicably felt a little happy. After all, any man would be greatly satisfied to be liked by a Heavenly Queen level star.
Sigh, I'm really too charming. Even when I disguise myself so ugly, I can still capture the Queen's heart.
Just as Ding Ning was feeling complacent and narcissistic, he suddenly thought of the women around him who were deeply in love with him. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. His restless brain also calmed down. He couldn't help but blame himself. He had clearly said that he wouldn't get involved in love affairs anymore. Why did he have the old habit of flirting when things came to this? It was better to take advantage of the fact that her feelings were still budding and draw a clear line with her as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Ding Ning was reluctant, but his face remained calm as he let go of the jade-like hand that had been playing with her hand. Starting from his hand.
Unexpectedly, Song Ziyi suddenly took the initiative to grab his hand and didn't let go. She played with his hand the same way he played with hers before, which made Ding Ning feel like he was being teased by this woman.
What he didn't know was that Song Zi Yi felt a sense of inferiority as he held his slender and fair hand. Heavens, was this still a man's hand? It was more feminine than a woman's hand. It was so beautiful.
The skin on Ding Ning's hand was very white and smooth. A few blue blood vessels slightly protruded, as if they were inlaid in translucent jade. His knuckles were not as thick as those of ordinary men, but looked slender and slender like a woman's.
In addition, perhaps because he often held a scalpel, his hand was extremely dry and stable. Holding it in the hand would inexplicably give people a sense of peace of mind.
This was a pair of hands full of magic. If she could hold his hand and grow old with him, it would be very happy. Song Ziyi's eyes were blurred as she thought of this. Unexpectedly, she had a feeling that she couldn't let go of it.
"Ring!"
The text message reminder that eight billion had been transferred to her account startled Song Ziyi. Realizing her gaffe, she secretly glanced at Ding Ning with flushed cheeks. Seeing that he was looking at her with a faint smile, her face instantly became redder. Her eyes flurriedly avoided his gaze, and she secretly scolded herself for being infatuated with him. It was so embarrassing.
Kang Hua looked at them flirting with each other, and his heart ached as if it was pricked by needles. But at this moment, he didn't have the courage to continue to oppose Ding Ning. He only hoped that he would never see this shameless couple again.
"Mr. Ning, it's getting late. You see …"
Seeing that the money had been transferred to Song Ziyi's account, Kang Xiangyang endured the pain and asked respectfully. He even used honorifics.
"Let's call it a day. Manager Kang, take your son back first. When Ziyi finishes the termination procedures, everything will be over."
Ding Ning took the opportunity to get rid of Song Ziyi's hand, stood up, and said meaningfully.
"I will express my sincerity. I hope Mr. Ning can keep his word. We will see each other frequently, so don't make it out of control."
Kang Xiangyang suppressed the anger in his heart and said respectfully on the surface. Kang Hua's confession was in Ding Ning's hands, which made him restless. He wanted to take it back and destroy it immediately.
But if he didn't solve the problem of Song Ziyi terminating the contract, Ding Ning would never return the confession to him. So he could only suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart and said with a threatening tone.
"Old Kang, I feel like old friends with you at first sight. Don't worry. I, Ning Ding, always mean what I say. As long as you do what you promised, I will definitely satisfy you."
Ding Ning patted Kang Xiangyang's shoulder casually and promised.
Song Ziyi's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange light. She thought in her heart, "So this guy's name is Ning Ding. What a strange name. It's as strange as him."
Kang Xiangyang's mouth twitched. "Damn, Old Kang? Feel like old friends at first sight? Damn it. Only a ghost would feel like old friends at first sight. "
Since he became the chairman of Star Art, no one dared to call him Old Kang except for some people with higher status who dared to call him that.
But now, he was patted on the shoulder by a young man who was younger than his son and called him Old Kang. That feeling was really f * cking sour.
But people had to bow their heads. No matter how much he hated Ding Ning in his heart, Kang Xiangyang didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction at this moment. He even had to smile and say, "Yes, I feel like old friends with Mr. Ning at first sight. I really regret not meeting you earlier. Mr. Ning, I will leave with my son first."
An undetectable resentment flashed in his eyes. He secretly made up his mind that when he got the evidence, he would definitely tear this guy into pieces.
As for Song Zi Yi, hmph, so what if she terminated the contract? He had plenty of ways to make that b * tch lose her reputation and leave the entertainment industry. Without the halo of a Heavenly Queen, it would be a piece of cake for him to kill a woman.
Ding Ning narrowed his eyes. Although Kang Xiangyang's resentment only flashed for a moment, it couldn't escape his eyes. He smiled and said, but in his heart, he sentenced this old fox to death.
I originally wanted to give you a way out and let this matter go. But since you are not sensible and still want to take revenge, then don't blame me for being ruthless.
Didn't you, Kang Xiangyang, rely on your power and status in the entertainment industry to do so many bad things? Then I will let you lose everything you have and have a taste of being bullied.
"Wait!"
Seeing that Kang Xiangyang was about to walk out of the room, Song Ziyi suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else? Miss Song. "
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