Despite feeling extremely dissatisfied in his heart, Chen Bin still put down his chopsticks and forced a smile.
"I plan to have some of our station's well-known hosts wear the clothes you designed and label the brand. This way, the visibility can be increased. As for the advertisement fees... since you are Secretary Cheng's wife, we won't charge you."
Actually, Chen Bin originally did not intend to ask for her money, but he had to mention it.
With a cold snort, Zha Qiuling dismissively said.
"I thought you had some impressive qualities; turns out you're just a self-serving scoundrel!"
A flame of anger reignited in Chen Bin's heart, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.
Listen to this, is this even something a person would say?
"Miss Cha is right to teach me, so I'll immediately have someone draft a contract, and we can talk about the advertisement fees now."
"Ha! Do you think I would possibly give you money?"
