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Rebirth of the Film Emperor's Beloved Wife Chapter 57

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  Chapter 57 — Zhang Minghui

  Dating was such an important concept that even those with low EQ knew about it. But how was dating done?

  Qin Jiran's SQ Company had begun to garner some fame. However, only a handful of people knew that he was the owner. Most people were aware that the executive manager was a handsome and frivolous man named Zhang Minghui, but that was it.

  Zhang Minghui was one of Qin Jiran former cla.s.smates, and a current friend. As frivolous Zhang Minghui seemed, he was actually an effective network master who controlled a number of network studios.

  "President Qin, hey, hey, boss, can't you show some consideration and not have such a lovesick expression on your face? A loner like me can't stand it, okay?" Zhang Minghui had been enduring for so long that he finally cracked. Who told Qin Jiran to s.p.a.ce out so many times?

  Although Qin Jiran was the owner of SQ Company, he left most of the work to the others. It was rare to see him in the building, as he tended to give instructions through the phone. For once, he was at the company, but he kept s.p.a.cing out. They hadn't even finished discussing the official business yet, which seriously irritated Zhang Minghui.

  "You can't stand it?" Qin Jiran raised an eyebrow, feeling disdainful rather than embarra.s.sed.

  After all, he fell in love with Su Yanyi at first sight and was extremely loyal, while a playboy like Zhang Minghui was extremely fickle. In that aspect, they were complete opposites, so it wasn't unreasonable for Qin Jiran to look down on him. However, it was really just a matter of style.

  "Boss, are you looking down on me? You didn't even tell me that you got married, how dare you look down on me? When you were frolicking with your sweetheart, I was over here working my a.s.s off! Where's your conscience?" Zhang Minghui complained bitterly, though his tone brimmed with undisguised laughter.

  "Did you forget to take your medicine?" Qin Jiran shot him a cold glare, completely unabashed. As the boss, it was his duty to find and make good use of other talented individuals. If he had to do things himself, why would he need subordinates?

  

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