I will not accept any gifts this year!"
No gifts accepted, no gifts accepted! No gifts accepted, no gifts accepted!"
"The only gift I will accept is Brain Gold! Brain...Gold!"
The final scene was Zhang Ye holding Brain Gold's commercial logo. It was about a second long. Zhang Ye's picture was fleeting because in the next moment, the commercial ended.
Wu Zeqing did not speak a word.
Zhang Ye coughed and said, "Was that OK?"
She asked, "You only have that one shot?"
Zhang Ye acknowledged, "The main focus wasn't supposed to be me."
Wu Zeqing laughed, saying, "I won't evaluate the commercial. I don't have much prior knowledge on this subject. You are the professional in this area. You have done a few commercials, and all of them have been successful. You naturally have much more say and authority than others. Since you planned on doing it this way, you definitely have your reasons. Here, let's carry on eating."
Upon hearing what she said, Zhang Ye started to feel the pressure. "Actually, I only am 90% confident. There is always a 10% chance of uncertainty. You can never be sure of some things."
Wu Zeqing comforted him. "I've seen a poem before, called 'In Future We Trust'. I heard it even saved a life. That poem was written by you, right? I think it was very good. Believe in yourself. You have the strength and the ability. What should be done has been done. Doubt and fear do not help you in any way. Even if Little Mo's company goes bankrupt, it is also due to his mismanagement as he lacks talent in business. It had nothing to do with you."
It may be the case, but if it was any other company, Zhang Ye would have just been their spokesperson and not worry about anything else, but this time, it was different. It was Wu Zeqing's nephew's company, so Zhang Ye was naturally very concerned about it. He would not fool or joke around with such matters.
Let's hope so!
Let's hope the trajectory would be the same as his worlds!
After the meal, Zhang Ye insisted on washing the dishes, but was still pushed away by Wu Zeqing once more. Helplessly, he could only symbolically wipe the table and had nothing left to do. After bidding farewell, he drove home himself.
......
At home.