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Chapter 107 Shengyang Media

The two of them pushed a shopping cart around the snack section countless times in the cool supermarket.

Zhou Ye walked ahead, his movements precise and quick as he took things from the shelves.

Imported butter cookies, matcha-flavored sandwich cookies, and the honey butter potato chips that Xiaotian had mentioned wanting in the car—she threw them all into her shopping cart.

Then, for Liu Haochun, there were several bags of low-fat instant oatmeal, a small box of individually packaged daily nuts, and a bottle of sugar-free salad dressing.

As she picked them up, she said, "Xiaotian is from Sichuan and Chongqing, and she likes strong flavors, so you should buy several packs of spicy strips."

Haocun needs to control his weight, so he should buy some low-fat, low-sugar snacks.

However, it can't all be health foods; it's okay to eat a little bit occasionally.

Then she tossed another small box of macarons, strawberry flavored, into her shopping cart.

Wang Zian pushed the shopping cart behind him, watching the items pile up higher and higher, from snacks to drinks to kitchen seasonings, and even two pairs of Q-version slippers.

His only role was to reach out and take things from the shelf when Zhou Ye took them, and then put them in the shopping cart.

The two ended up with several large bags piled up in front of the cashier. When it was time to pay, the cashier scanned them for quite a while, and the total price exceeded one thousand yuan.

Wang Zian took out his phone, scanned the QR code to pay, and picked up the bag. Zhou Ye, standing beside him, looked down at the shopping receipt, muttering to himself as he did so:

"I specifically asked them about these snacks today."

Xiaotian said that she used to love eating this brand of spicy strips when she was in Sichuan and Chongqing, while Haocun said that she sometimes craves sweets after practicing her kung fu at night.

If you want them to shoot short videos, you need to build a good relationship with them.

Wang Zian stood at the supermarket entrance carrying several large bags of snacks, watching her carefully check every item on the receipt, as if to make sure nothing was missing.

The evening breeze gently blew the stray hairs across her forehead, her eyelashes drooped, her lips were slightly pursed, and her expression was as serious as ever.

A smile played at the corners of his lips, his tone carrying a sincere appreciation: "No wonder you're one of the founders of our company, you're so dedicated!"

Zhou Ye is really stubborn but soft-hearted!

She lifted the bag up slightly, then suddenly remembered something. "Speaking of which, what's our company called?"

"Let's call it Shengyang Media!"

"It sounds awful!" Zhou Ye folded the receipt and put it in his pocket, then reached out and took a bag from his hand.

"I just picked this name randomly! The name doesn't matter, the content does!"

"Hehehe~! Let's go back and discuss it!"

Zhou Ye let out a string of emotionless, fake laughs, picked up the bag, and walked into the residential area first, her skirt swaying gently in the night breeze.

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Wang Zian woke up very early the next morning.

The light filtering through the curtains was still a pale blue, but a whole to-do list had already automatically popped into his mind.

With Sister Nan not around, he has to handle everything himself.

He quietly washed up, changed into a clean T-shirt, grabbed his car keys, and went out.

This morning, Zhou Ye is taking Tian Xiwei and Liu Haochun to have their photos taken.

Old Li still has several sets of looks to shoot, so we'll take advantage of this break to fill in their material library.

He bought a cup of milk tea and two steamed buns at the entrance of the residential area and ate them while driving. The June sun in Beijing outside the car window had already become scorching.

He ran for the entire morning.

First, I found an agency that specializes in business registration and entrusted them to register a film and television media company with a registered capital of three million.

The business scope is listed as very broad, including literary and artistic creation, live streaming planning, short video production, TV series production, and film production.

As for the office space, Wang Zian filled in the address of the Daxing Xingguang Film and Television Park, which he had rented the day before yesterday.

He also demanded that they obtain all the necessary licenses, including the Broadcast and Television Program Production and Operation License, the Film Production License, the Television Drama Production License, and the Internet Culture Operation License.

The agency's staff member was a young woman wearing round-framed glasses. After listening to his needs, she took out a detailed fee list from her drawer and checked it against him item by item.

The normal process takes about 20 working days to complete. If you want to expedite it, it can be reduced to 10 days, but there will be an extra charge.

Wang Zian scanned the entire statement, then took out his card from his wallet and swiped it on the POS machine for a 100,000 yuan express fee.

The young woman had probably never seen such a straightforward customer before; she hesitated for a moment before tearing off the credit card receipt and handing it to him.

It was almost noon when I left the agency.

The June sun in Beijing hangs overhead like a scorched iron plate, the asphalt road surface reflects light, and the heat waves in the air make the distant buildings appear somewhat deformed.

Wang Zian stood by the roadside waiting for the traffic light to change, feeling that the back of his T-shirt was already soaked and stuck to his skin.

He opened the car door, turned the air conditioning up to the maximum, and leaned back in the driver's seat, closing his eyes for half a minute.

The temperature inside the car gradually dropped before he started the car again and drove home.

When I got home and opened the door, a chill hit me.

The air conditioner in the living room was on, and the curtains on the French windows were half-drawn, filtering the afternoon sunlight into a soft golden hue.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of spatulas stirring and the faint aroma of food, along with the muffled bubbling of a pot of soup on the stove.

Zhou Ye was standing next to the coffee table, wearing a loose light gray home short-sleeved shirt and cotton shorts. His hair had just been washed and was not completely dry yet, with the slightly curly ends hanging wetly on his shoulders.

She wrapped a towel around her hair and wiped the water droplets from the ends. When she saw him come in, she just glanced at him indifferently, then draped the towel over her shoulder and continued to comb the ends of her hair with her fingers while tilting her head.

Liu Haochun was standing next to the sofa, holding a hairdryer with the plug already plugged in, obediently waiting to dry Zhou Ye's hair.

When she saw Wang Zi'an push open the door and come in, a sweet smile instantly bloomed on her face. Her doe-like eyes sparkled, and her voice was soft and sweet:

"Brother Zian, you're back!"

Tian tide was sitting cross-legged in the corner of the sofa, wearing a pink short-sleeved T-shirt and denim shorts, holding a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips, which she was munching on.

Hearing the noise, she jumped up from the sofa, ran over barefoot, potato chip crumbs still stuck to the corners of her mouth, her bun bobbing on her head.

"How's it going? Did you get the business license? How much did it cost?"

She fired off a string of questions in one breath, her round, almond-shaped eyes full of anticipation.

Wang Zian reached out and gently patted her forehead.

"Look how hot I am, and you didn't even offer to get me a bottle of water."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Haochun had already put the hairdryer back on the coffee table and hurried into the kitchen.

A few seconds later, she ran back with a bottle of mineral water in both hands and handed it to him.

"Thank you! Hao Chun really knows how to care for people!"

Wang Zian took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp. The icy liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, and he finally felt alive again after being baked by the sun all morning.

He reached out and gently rubbed Liu Haochun's head. Her hair was soft, and her head was round, feeling like a fluffy kitten.

He silently sighed to himself, "Look at them."

Then his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye was leaning against the sofa armrest, drying the ends of his hair with a towel, his almond-shaped eyes staring at him coldly and silently through the edge of the towel.

Feeling guilty, Wang Zian withdrew his hand from Liu Haochun's head and took another swig of water from the bottle.

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