Ji Mo took the wine glass and filled Ye Qiao's glass again, then she winked at Ning Xiaofei, "Look here, Mommy-to-be, I'm drinking your share too!" Ning Xiaofei shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she didn't mind.
Unlike Ye Qiao, she wasn't interested in alcohol. To her, whether it was an expensive champagne or a bottle of ordinary wine costing a few tens of yuan, they were nothing but bitter and astringent fermented grape juice.
After toasting with Ye Qiao one more time, Ji Mo sat back down, "Su Ying has a friend at China TV Station who will help us get an introduction to the station manager. The manager has been abroad for an inspection and will return next Thursday. Before next Thursday, we must come up with a complete project proposal."
"Actually, we could shoot a pilot. It's more direct than a proposal and more persuasive," suggested Ji Mo.
