Arranging an interview with Zhan Moxiao was a task that to Ou Lan seemed as daunting as a mountain. She looked up at Qi Jun's face and gave a bitter smile, "President, can I interview Prince Mu instead?"
Qi Jun shook his head, "You must be joking. I took over this magazine on Master Xiao's orders specifically to kick Baili Mu out of the game—Prince Mu is not under our consideration."
"Why, isn't he an elite?"
"His current image is more aligned with culture, sports, and entertainment, which does not conform with our cultural core."
Ou Lan pursed her lips in frustration, "President, can I resign now?"
Qi Jun smiled, "You can, but according to your contract, if you quit before it ends, you'll need to pay a penalty of five hundred thousand because you and Miss Lin are earning five times the salary of your peers—high salaries naturally come with high restrictions."
Ou Lan, "..."
Damn, one wrong move and I've fallen into a whirlpool. How is this setup so much like Zhan Moxiao's?
