Spending the Male Lead’s Money to Change Her Fate

Jiang Qiuyi didn't know that the extra words she made up would make her magazine lose a major customer.

If she knew, she would definitely not add such a sentence.

The couple had a quiet meal. Uncle Xu listened to the conversation between the two and remembered it.

He saw that Lu Mingcheng was unmoved, and planned to mention something later.

In this regard, Uncle Xu is also a person who came here no matter what, and it is still possible to say a few words of affection after seeing Lu Mingcheng grow up.

After dinner, Xu Shuzheng wanted to talk to Lu Mingcheng and said that Lu Mingcheng went to the study first, and Jiang Qiuyi went for a walk in the yard.

In the blink of an eye, the end of winter is over, and spring is coming. There are many flowers planted in the yard. You must take good care of them to bloom more beautifully.

Jiang Qiuyi walked around in the yard and exhorted the servant next to him.

She likes flowers very much. She took care of all the flowers that bloomed beautifully last spring, but this year it is not very good. She has to go to work and can only be handed to the servants at home.

Jiang Qiuyi is a worried temper. After talking to the servant, he didn't forget a few words of exhortation.

The servant took notes one by one, and said warmly: "Ma'am, I took them all down."

Jiang Qiuyi said "Yes" and smiled: "If you forget, you can ask me at any time."

"Good." The servant said: "The flowers in the yard were all bloomed last spring. I still remember that scene."

Hearing that, Jiang Qiuyi is still a little happy.

The results I made were exaggerated, and no one was unhappy.

"It will certainly be this year." She said, "Just take care of it, and the rest depends on the weather."

"Hmm, I know."

"..."

The weather was still a bit cold, Jiang Qiuyi stayed outside for more than half an hour before returning to the room.

After returning to the room, Jiang Qiuyi took a bath and had nothing to do.

I don’t really want to play on my mobile phone, and I don’t want to watch the live broadcast.

After thinking for a while, she simply went into the cloakroom and began to choose the clothes to wear on the first day of work.

Too simple is definitely not good, too high-profile is not good.

Jiang Qiuyi went around in the cloakroom, but failed to choose a suit that was particularly satisfactory.

When Lu Mingcheng went back to the room to wash after busy, he saw that the cloakroom was in a mess.

The cloakroom is taken care of by servants every day. Jiang Qiuyi messes up and occasionally tidies up by himself, but most of the time the servants will tidy it up.

But every night and every morning when I go out, it's messy.

Lu Mingcheng's eyelids twitched, looked at the pile of clothes on the ground, and glanced at the person who was looking up at the closet not far away.

"What are you looking for?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Qiuyi turned his head and glanced at him: "I didn't find anything."

She said: "I'm choosing the clothes I want to wear to work tomorrow."

Lu Mingcheng: "..."

He was silent for a while, then glanced at him and asked, "What's going on tomorrow?"

Jiang Qiuyi looked at him suspiciously, "Is it a big deal to go to work the first day after the new year?"

"..." Lu Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

He said "Oh", his expression unchanged: "Forget it."

Listening to his perfunctory tone, Jiang Qiuyi raised his brows lightly.

"Are you going to take a shower?"

"Yeah." Lu Mingcheng took the pajamas: "You pick it slowly."

Jiang Qiuyi: "..."

Not long after Lu Mingcheng went out, Jiang Qiuyi finally found a suit that looked pretty good.

She looks beautiful and elegant, but not so simple, low-key but exquisite, and there are many small details that are very special.

Lu Mingcheng washed out, she was already leaning on the bedside to read.

He glanced, and the book in her hand was a magazine.

Lu Mingcheng raised his eyebrows, "Your magazine?"

"Huh?" Jiang Qiuyi returned to his senses, lowered his head and glanced, "No."

She held up the cover and showed it to Lu Mingcheng, "This name doesn't belong to us at first glance."

As she said, she glanced at Lu Mingcheng, and said a little disgusted: "Do you still don't know what our magazine is called?"

"..."

Lu Mingcheng couldn't laugh or cry: "What do you think?"

Jiang Qiuyi hummed softly: "How do I know."

Lu Mingcheng opened the quilt and went to bed, whispering: "I took the name, do you think I know?"

"..." Jiang Qiuyi blinked and said cleverly: "I mean the name of the previous magazine."

Lu Mingcheng gave her a look, and that look probably revealed a kind of "you treat me as a fool".

Of course Jiang Qiuyi didn't dare to treat him as a fool. If he was a fool, there would be no smart person in this world.

She retracted the attention that fell on him and whispered: "It's a very popular fashion magazine in the circle."

Lu Ming understood, "Learning?"

"Yeah." Jiang Qiuyi said enthusiastically: "Knowing yourself, knowing the enemy, is victorious in every battle."

She wanted to see why others succeeded, and where their magazines still lacked.

Lu Mingcheng found that Jiang Qiuyi was really caring about the magazine. She said that she wanted to get a fashion magazine. He originally wanted to buy it for her to play with. If she didn't want to get it anymore, someone else would take over.

Lu Mingcheng didn't buy her things blindly, he had measured it whether it was a previous network technology company or a magazine.

The Internet is now developing very well. Buying a network technology company will not only make Jiang Qiuyi happy, but also help Lu's family.

Lu's did not involve investment in this area before, but the group always wants to develop better and keep up with the times. Although a small network company cannot play a big role, it should not be underestimated.

As for the magazine, Lu Mingcheng also considered it.

Many of the resort hotels and investments under the group will need to be promoted. Although it is hard to read a small magazine, if Jiang Qiuyi is not interested, Lu Mingcheng has the idea to develop it well.

Now Lu's is also involved in investment in film and television, and the cooperation with Liang's represents the march here. So buying a magazine is the best of both worlds.

However, Lu Mingcheng never told Jiang Qiuyi about this. But Jiang Qiuyi also knew that Lu Mingcheng would agree to do it. He must have measured the pros and cons in advance. He is not the kind of person who doesn't do things without thinking.

Looking at it, Jiang Qiuyi raised his eyes.

She looked at Lu Mingcheng next to her, and froze for a moment: "What are you looking at me for? Do you want to read this magazine?"

"..."

To be honest, Lu Mingcheng sometimes wanted to tap Jiang Qiuyi's head to see what was inside.

Sometimes it's obviously a good atmosphere, and it can just make her break it in an instant.

He glanced at her and couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't want to."

Jiang Qiuyi said "Oh", not surprisingly: "I knew you were not interested in this."

She yawned and said in a low voice: "This magazine is really good. The cover of each issue is shot with a special idea and mood. They have always maintained their unique style."

Lu Mingcheng listened to her thoughts and said silently, "You can too."

Hearing this, Jiang Qiuyi was a little proud: "That is, our new issue is also very good-looking, you can wait, I will give you a copy when it comes out."

Lu Mingcheng was silent for a long while, and said quietly, "No."

He is not interested in Sheng Ying's cover magazine at all.

Jiang Qiuyi said to herself as if he hadn't heard this, "The suits that Sheng Ying wore are also very beautiful."

Speaking of this, she muttered: "Actually, you wear it pretty well, you guys are quite similar in figure."

"..."

As Jiang Qiuyi was talking about it, the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Unprepared, Jiang Qiuyi couldn't even read the words in the magazine.

She frowned and looked at Lu Mingcheng puzzledly: "What are you doing?"

Lu Mingcheng's tone was stiff: "Sleep."

Jiang Qiuyi opened his mouth. Originally, he wanted to struggle a bit, but then he thought that he seemed to be really tired these days.

After a short break, Lu Mingcheng has had a lot of things after the beginning of the new year, and Lu Mingcheng has been working overtime recently.

Jiang Qiuyi thought, and compromised: "Okay."

She put the magazine on the bedside table, pulled the quilt and lay down: "Good night."

Lu Mingcheng: "..."

He turned his head to look at the person lying next to him, speaking in a moment of dumbness.

"Qiu Yi."

He decided to communicate well with Jiang Qiuyi and don't keep talking about Sheng Ying at home.

But when he said this, he would appear stingy again.

Lu Mingcheng thought about how it would be more appropriate to talk to Jiang Qiuyi.

Jiang Qiuyi answered, "What's wrong? Aren't you sleepy?"

She yawned and was sleepy: "Go to bed early, good night."

Lu Mingcheng: "..."

Ten minutes later, Lu Mingcheng listened to the sound of breathing evenly beside his ears, speaking in a dumb manner again.

He didn't hold back, and lightly squeezed the tip of Jiang Qiuyi's nose.

Jiang Qiuyi felt the same, gave him a slap, turned over and continued to fall asleep.

Lu Mingcheng looked at the pitch-black ceiling and suddenly lost his sleep.

He slept well the night before, and Jiang Qiuyi was full and happy the next day.

She has been humming since she got up in the morning, which made Uncle Xu curious.

"Madam is in a good mood today."

Jiang Qiuyi smiled and whispered softly: "This is the first time I go to work this year, of course I have to be in a good mood."

Xu Shu smiled, saying that it makes sense.

"What the wife said is."

Jiang Qiuyi said "Um", shook his legs under the table, and accidentally kicked Lu Mingcheng.

The smile on her face froze, and she looked at Lu Mingcheng at each other.

Jiang Qiuyi said in a low voice, "I'll converge a little."

Lu Mingcheng: "...Hmm."

After dinner, the couple left home together and went in opposite directions.

When he arrived at the magazine, Jiang Qiuyi did not forget to prepare a red envelope for everyone.

She gave not much, but also a lot, eight thousand and eight per person, which has a good meaning.

However, the editor-in-chief is still different, and there will be more.

Fu Die came to her office to talk to her about the pre-sale of the magazine, and Jiang Qiuyi gave her a red envelope.

Fu Die took it over and weighed it up, jokingly said, "Have you always been so generous?"

Jiang Qiuyi: "If I am generous, you will work hard for me."

Fu Die laughed: "Don't you worry that someone will quit after you send the red envelope?"

Hearing this, Jiang Qiuyi smiled and shook his head: "It shouldn't be possible."

She thought for a while and said, "If I really want to go, then people who don't give me a red envelope will leave."

Fu Die liked her mentality.

She smiled, put the red envelope aside, and whispered: "I want to talk to you about the pre-sale of the magazine."

She looked at her and asked softly: "I heard them say, did you have an idea for a lottery before?"

Jiang Qiuyi was stunned for a moment, then remembered.

She nodded, "Yes, I did think so before. Our magazine is not well-known. If you want to let everyone know, you must increase publicity."

Reposting the lucky draw promotion on Weibo is the simplest but also the most effective.

At least, Jiang Qiuyi thinks so.

Fu Die thought for a while and thought: "It's not impossible to draw a lottery, but our magazine, what do you want to draw?"

Jiang Qiuyi looked at her and said without hesitation: "Of course I will send a magazine."

Fu Die raised her eyebrows.

Jiang Qiuyi smiled and said, "Send Mr. Sheng's autographed magazine, it's powerful enough."

Fu Die was startled, but she didn't expect this: "There's more."

"There are also the fashion items of our magazines." Jiang Qiuyi said quietly: "Since it is a fashion magazine, the items will be drawn for a lottery so that people can enjoy them. Isn't it better to promote it?"

I have to say that Jiang Qiuyi has a good idea.

It's just that the general magazines are not willing to take out the fashion items for a lottery. Fashion items that can be featured in magazines are generally not cheap or simple.

Seeing Fu Die's expression in distress, Jiang Qiuyi hesitated and said, "Is this a bad idea?"

"No." Fu Die asked, propping his forehead, "Mr. Jiang, are you really afraid of the magazine going bankrupt?"

Jiang Qiuyi: "..."

She couldn't laugh or cry: "Not afraid."

She and Fu Die looked at each other, blinked and smiled: "I believe your ability will not bankrupt our magazine."

Fu Die couldn't laugh or cry, even after thinking about it.

"Okay, then we will make a big one for the first issue of the year."

Jiang Qiuyi nodded excitedly.

After discussing with Jiang Qiuyi, Fu Die went back to work.

After a while, she first sent her a fully designed magazine.

The magazine has not been printed yet, and it needs to be reviewed first.

But online, it will be pre-sold first.

In fact, Sheng Ying is here, and Jiang Qiuyi is not too worried about sales.

What's more, she feels that the quality of this issue is comparable to that of the four major weekly magazines.

Of course, this is Jiang Qiuyi's narcissistic thoughts. It is not clear how the outside world evaluates it.

She looked at it, and told Fu Die a little detail about the changes, and then asked her to contact Sheng Ying.

If you want to autograph the magazine, you still have to talk to Sheng Ying and ask him for his opinion.

Fu Die led the order to ask, and soon there was news feedback.

Fu Die: [Ms. Sheng said you can, but he hopes Mr. Jiang you will bring the magazine to him for signing. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [. 】

Fu Die: [Ms. Sheng also said, Mr. Jiang, you owe him a meal. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [. 】

In fact, Sheng Ying's request is not unreasonable, but Jiang Qiuyi is a little confused.

He knew that he was married and he still let himself eat with him. He shouldn't have any thoughts in that regard, so why?

Jiang Qiuyi thought for a while and sent a message to Sheng Ying: [Teacher Sheng, our people told me your request. 】

Sheng Ying: [How about, is Jiang always going to serve this meal?]

Jiang Qiuyi: [It's okay, but I first ask my husband's opinion before replying to you? 】

Sheng Ying: [... Do you still have to report to your husband after a meal? 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [Yes, I am a strict husband. 】

Sheng Ying: 【…………】