On Friday after school, Yuan Fenghui approached Wen Ying, and Wen Ying immediately realized what she had forgotten.
She had forgotten about the 2005 Super Girl brand ambassador role!
Because the 2004 Super Girl competition was completely different from what Wen Ying remembered, the start time for the 2005 Super Girl auditions was also later than she recalled.
But the brand ambassador role had to be secured.
It was an endorsement that could bring years of popularity dividends!
“Teacher Yuan, what do we do now? Is there still time?” Wen Ying asked, frustrated with herself for being so focused on her studies that she forgot something so important.
Yuan Fenghui chuckled at Wen Ying’s tone.
She thought to herself: No wonder I like working with Wen Ying. Though she’s not in the industry, she understands the importance of these resources better than Li Zhentao.
It wasn’t that Li Zhentao wasn’t capable, but different fields were worlds apart. When opportunities arose, Li Zhentao couldn’t always make the best judgment quickly.
Yuan Fenghui couldn’t help but laugh, “Why don’t you take a role as an assistant manager at Tianjiao? Wang Shuang is an assistant producer, and you care so much about Mengjiao—you’d be more than qualified to be an assistant manager.”
Yuan Fenghui meant it as a joke, but once the words left her mouth, she seriously considered the idea.
It was just an extra salary.
Wen Ying not only cared about Li Mengjiao but was also in the same class at school, able to keep an eye on her at all times.
Right now, Wen Ying was helping out of friendship, but Yuan Fenghui worried that one day Wen Ying might grow tired and stop caring.
If Wen Ying treated it as a job, she’d have a sense of professional responsibility.
In Yuan Fenghui’s view, work responsibility was more reliable than the bond of friendship.
Friends might argue, but if you’re paid, you’d still get the job done even after a fight.
“It won’t be for free. I’ll pay you a monthly salary. Want to consider it?” Yuan Fenghui asked seriously.
Wen Ying was stunned, “Teacher Yuan, this is hiring a minor! I’d love to say yes, but my parents definitely won’t agree.”
Yuan Fenghui crossed her arms and laughed, “What’s there to fear? You’re over sixteen—it’s not illegal child labor. Besides, if your parents don’t agree and you don’t do it, are you saying this is the only thing you’ve kept from them?”
—I suspect you’re threatening me!
Wen Ying’s eyes flashed with accusation. Yuan Fenghui raised an eyebrow, “Like that 500,000 screenwriter’s fee—”
“Alright, alright, stop talking. I’ll seriously consider your offer. First, how much are you planning to pay me?”
It was just a title at Tianjiao, not like she’d have to do much actual work.
Even without a salary, Wen Ying would still care about Li Mengjiao’s affairs. Now that Yuan Fenghui insisted on paying her, Wen Ying couldn’t resist the temptation of money.
She might be the poorest transmigrator ever.
Others who transmigrated probably won the lottery the next day.
If they started a business, their company would go public within half a year. But Wen Ying? She made some money with “Shrimp King,” but the profits were reinvested into the company. She finally earned 500,000 as a screenwriter, only to invest it in filming. Now, the only cash she saw each month was the manuscript fees from *Aige*.
Three thousand words a month at 180 yuan per thousand words, less than 5,000 yuan after taxes.
That was a decent income.
But honestly, who ever complained about having too much money?
As long as it was legitimate and legal income, the more, the better!
When Wen Ying asked about the salary, Yuan Fenghui thought carefully, “Wang Shuang, as an assistant producer, earns 2,000 yuan a month. When he’s on set, he gets a daily bonus. A month has four weeks, and Wang Shuang can be on set for up to eight days, so at most he earns 2,800 yuan. You’re smarter and more useful than Wang Shuang, so I’ll add 200 yuan. I’ll give you 3,000 yuan a month. You don’t need to clock in at the office on weekends, and I’ll contact you by phone if there’s anything. How’s that?”
Three thousand a month meant nearly 40,000 yuan a year—enough to buy a used car like the one Wen Dongrong got for just over 40,000. That wasn’t a small amount.
Plus, this income was more stable than *Aige*’s manuscript fees, which depended on her novels being published. If a novel ended and she didn’t write a new one, the fees would stop.
“Alright, I accept your invitation,” Wen Ying decided without hesitation, reaching an agreement with Yuan Fenghui.
The office door was blown open by the wind, and Wang Shuang stood at the doorway, looking conflicted.
“Teacher Yuan, isn’t that a bit unfair? My grades at school aren’t as good as Wen Ying’s, but at the company, how am I worse than her? Why is my salary 200 yuan less than hers?!”
Two hundred yuan.
Back in the day, it wasn’t even enough for Wang Shuang to treat his teammates and cheerleaders to drinks after a basketball game!
Since Wang Shuang insisted on working part-time at Tianjiao, his father, Wang Jun, saw his son’s diligence and decided to support his independence by cutting off his allowance and pocket money, forcing Wang Shuang to earn and spend his own money.
Wang Shuang: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
A minimum of 2,000 yuan a month, up to 2,800 yuan, was plenty for an average student, but for a rich second-generation kid, it was pure agony.
He couldn’t buy the latest sneakers on a whim.
He couldn’t toss out a jersey he’d worn a few times and didn’t like.
He had to think twice before buying the newest game cartridge.
An extra 200 yuan wouldn’t make him rich, but it would ease the pinch!
More importantly, it was about pride. Two hundred yuan more or less represented his status at Tianjiao. Wang Shuang followed Yuan Fenghui, demanding a raise, but she waved him off, “Wen Ying proved herself with her script. If you want a raise, talk after the next project. If you insist on asking how Wen Ying’s better than you, I’m taking her to Hunan tonight for a business trip.”
“I can go on a business trip too—”
“Can you help Mengjiao secure the endorsement?”
Wang Shuang’s mouth hung open.
Of course, he couldn’t.
Wang Shuang fell silent.
Wen Ying hadn’t expected Yuan Fenghui to move so fast, assigning her a task right after offering her the part-time job.
Leaving the office, Wen Ying patted Wang Shuang’s shoulder sympathetically, “Two hundred yuan won’t stump you, Young Master Shuang. Teacher Yuan overestimates me—I can’t secure this endorsement either.”
Wang Shuang’s eyes were full of resentment.
“Come on, no need to console me. Even if you can’t secure the endorsement, you at least know where to start. I don’t. Teacher Yuan’s right—you’re more capable than me.”
Admitting he was less capable than Wen Ying took courage for Wang Shuang.
But the one earning 3,000 yuan was Wen Ying—the Wen Ying who led their group to create “Shrimp King,” who could revise scripts. Wang Shuang thought Yuan Fenghui was shrewd for hiring Wen Ying for just 3,000 yuan—a master of cost control!
After agreeing with Yuan Fenghui, Wen Ying started worrying on her way out of the company.
Going to Hunan was simple—just buy a plane ticket—but how would she ask Manager Chen for leave?
Or maybe she could try another approach: bribe Old Wen first and let him convince Manager Chen?
—That should work. Old Wen hands over his salary and had his secret-figure savings confiscated. He needs to apply for even 500 yuan. Broke as a joke, he’d easily fall for a cash bribe!
