Mrs. Song twitched her lips and said, "Mr. Jiang is very humble. He described his partners as part-time workers."
Jiang Jinfeng is also half of the entertainment industry. Naturally, he has interacted with people of all ranks and can see the other person's purpose at a glance.
Mrs. Song's disdainful smile when he just said he was a wage earner made Jiang Jinfeng sigh in his heart:
People are always like this, they like to judge others by themselves.
He also likes to be aloof and look down on others.
Jiang Jinfeng smiled and said: "Actually, it's not that low-key. You can't just shout when you meet people, I'm a partner, I have money, I have status, right?"
Mrs. Song's face froze, and she could hear the meaning of Jiang Jinfeng's words.
She smiled and said, "Youth is capital. Have tea, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Jinfeng smiled evilly, picked up the tea cup with his thumb and index finger, looked down at the cup, looked at the color and smell, then placed it between his nose and lips to savor the taste, fell into a trance, closed his eyes slightly, and then raised his head again, sighing
: “What a great tea!”
Mrs. Song was stunned when she saw him sampling tea like this.
Most of today's young people don't understand tea art, let alone etiquette.
He seemed to understand very well.
She couldn't help but take another look at Jiang Jinfeng. "Mr. Jiang, you seem to be a secretive person. Who else is there in your family?"
"Auntie, thank you for your love. I am just an ordinary person." Jiang Jinfeng smiled. "My ancestors were craftsmen. Now my grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts are all craftsmen."
Mrs. Song was stunned again, and then smiled meaningfully. "A craftsman?"
"Yes." Jiang Jinfeng nodded and glanced meaningfully at Mrs. Song.
Song Muyu wanted to say something, but Jiang Jinfeng stopped him with his eyes.
Here, Song Xun glanced at Song Muyu coldly.
Song Muyu raised his eyes and met Song Xun's gaze, then turned and looked away.
"What percentage of the shares do you own in your studio?" Mrs. Song asked again.
"Mom!" Song Muyu was anxious now. Even if she and Jiang Jinfeng were good friends, she didn't want her mother to ask such an uncontrolled question.
Mrs. Song disagreed. "It's just a question. Why can't I ask anymore?"
Jiang Jinfeng smiled. "That's not true. Auntie asked casually."
"How many percent of the shares are there?" Mrs. Song asked again.
Jiang Jinfeng sighed in his heart, this Mrs. Song seemed gentle, but she was just like a dog-skin plaster, just apply it and peel off the layers of skin.
If he doesn't answer, he's afraid he won't let it go.
So, Jiang Jinfeng smiled. "We are a partnership of four people in our studio, each with 25%."
Mrs. Song was startled again: "These are all the same shares, who has the final say? How to make decisions on major matters?"
"Of course the boss has the final say, but she usually doesn't care about the business." Jiang Jinfeng said again.
"Then your boss is just a hands-off shopkeeper?" Mrs. Song said again.
"Mom, Jin Feng's boss is very nice." Song Muyu didn't want her mother to ask any more questions.
Mrs. Song glanced at Song Muyu, ignored Song Muyu, and continued to ask Jiang Jinfeng: "Since it is 25% and all four people are partners, why is there still a boss's argument?"
"Because there are too many so-called wealthy businessmen working for foreign power, especially the wives of those wealthy businessmen who always want discounts from our studio." Jiang Jinfeng took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and then looked at Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song's face changed, a little ugly.
Strong on the outside and hard on the inside, there is always some insinuation that reflects the Song family.
Jiang Jinfeng didn't notice the embarrassment on Mrs. Song's face at all, and continued: "Our studio usually serves celebrities, socialites, and rich ladies, because I have more friends, or I can get a discount."
Mrs. Song was startled, her eyes flickered, and her expression changed again and again. "There's nothing wrong with asking for a discount card."
"Yeah, but I can't stand the crowd." Jiang Jinfeng smiled faintly again and continued: "It's still a discount, which is against the interests of the company, so I declare to the outside world that I am a wage earner. This way, it is easier to deal with things."
Mrs. Song glanced at him in surprise. "Oh, looks like this. I wonder if Shuyi and I want a discount membership card?"
Jiang Jinfeng chuckled. "Auntie, you are so noble, how can a discount card be worthy of you?"
As soon as Mrs. Song heard this, she recognized Jiang Jinfeng's voiceover.
This is a polite way of rejecting her.
Mrs. Song tugged her lips and smiled sarcastically. "I'm just an ordinary person."
Jiang Jinfeng pretended not to see it at all, and said calmly: "Auntie, you are not ordinary at all, you have a strong aura. If I give you a discount card, if the people in Liancheng know that you use the discount card, they will probably think that the Song family is not running well.
"
Mrs. Song seemed to have been stabbed in the heart. Jiang Jinfeng's voiceover said that poor management meant bankruptcy.
She suddenly became alert, the Song family's face came first.
Mrs. Song smiled softly and said: "The Song family is doing well, and there will be no bad management for the time being."
Jiang Jinfeng answered naturally: "If we hadn't been engaged to the Shen family before, the people in Liancheng wouldn't have thought so. But after we got engaged to the Shen family, rumors began to spread, and they all said that the Song family might be in bad shape."
"How could it be?" Mother Song immediately said sharply: "Our Song family is doing well."
"Mom, this situation really does exist." Song Xun unexpectedly said, "People in even the city are saying that our Song family's business is getting worse and worse."
Mrs. Song was stunned and felt very embarrassed in front of Shen Shuyi and Jiang Jinfeng.
She looked at Song Xun warningly.
At this time, Shen Shuyi said: "Auntie, I have also heard a little bit that there are many rumors in Liancheng, which are not good for the Song family.
But our two families are married, and the status of the Song family and the Shen family in Liancheng is unshakable. You don't need to care about what others say. The important thing is that Song Xun and I are on good terms, and nothing else matters."
"Yes! Yes!" Mrs. Song nodded hurriedly. "Shuyi is right, you two are doing well, nothing else is important."
Jiang Jinfeng glanced at Song Xun meaningfully.
Song Xun also glanced at him.
"Song Xun, did you hear that?" Mrs. Song said to Song Xun, "Shu Yi is so sensible!"
Song Xun seemed not to hear, and his attitude was indifferent.
Shen Shuyi felt embarrassed for a while.
Mrs. Song changed the topic sarcastically. "Mr. Jiang, Auntie was just teasing you just now. Shuyi and I went to your studio to support your work and take care of your business, and we won't let you get any discounts."
Jiang Jinfeng immediately smiled and said: "Auntie is really considerate of us juniors. Thank you, Auntie Jinfeng. If you go to our place for styling in the future, we will definitely have someone do the most beautiful job for you."
Card.
Mrs. Song narrowed her eyes and smiled and said no more.
Shen Shuyi was very excited. "Mr. Jiang, your studio is generally not easy to make appointments with stylists. I have been there before, but it was during the art festival and I didn't get in line."
"If Miss Shen goes there next time, just say my name and they will give you VIP treatment." Jiang Jinfeng was very happy with Shen Shuyi.
"Then I'd like to thank Mr. Jiang first." Shen Shuyi smiled and thanked him.
"Ms. Shen, you're welcome."
Mrs. Song frowned again.
She always felt that Jiang Jinfeng was a very extraordinary person.
At this time, she said to Song Muyu: "Muyu, do you have any cooperation with Mr. Jiang and his studio?"
Song Muyu was startled and shook his head. "No."
"Really?" Mrs. Song looked at the clothes on her body. "I think your clothes seem to have come from their studio."
This chapter has been completed!