Ms. Bigshot Is Pampered by All novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 -144: Don’t You Have a Very Awesome Sister?

The next day.

After a night shrouded in gloom and despair, and with the international race looming just ahead, Chi Mingkun clenched his teeth and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, standing up, “I’m going to talk to the manager of the Hummer Team and Zhang Ziyi again.”

“With Zhang Ziyi?” Qi Yuan and the others were shocked, unsure what Chi Mingkun was planning to do.

Without further explanation, Ming Kun drove straight to the Hummer Team.

At that moment.

Inside the team’s office, the manager of the Hummer Team was pouring tea for Ziyi, who sat at the head of the table, with an ingratiating smile, “Mr. Zhang, you could have just called me. There was no need to trouble yourself by coming all the way here.”

Ziyi was holding his teacup, about to speak with a smile, when an assistant knocked, came in, and, after a respectful greeting to Ziyi, leaned close to the manager’s ear and whispered something.

The manager’s expression darkened instantly, waving his hand in impatience, “Don’t let him in, tell him we have no possibility of cooperation, it’s a waste of time no matter how many times he comes.”

The assistant nodded and turned to leave, but Ziyi suddenly spoke up, “Who’s coming?”

“Chi Mingkun.” Facing Ziyi, the manager forced a fawning smile, “He’s been coming around a lot recently, but rest assured, I’ve rejected him outright, I haven’t even met with him!”

Ziyi raised his eyebrows, amused, “Let him in, I’m quite curious to hear what he has to say!”

The manager really didn’t want Chi Mingkun to come over, but since Ziyi had spoken, he could only say to the assistant, “Let him in!”

The assistant turned and left.

In no time at all, Chi Mingkun walked in.

He looked haggard from a sleepless night, with red eyes, and his normally meticulous hair somewhat disheveled.

It contrasted sharply with Ziyi, who sat in the prime seat, looking sleek and polished.

Ming Kun, upon seeing Ziyi, stiffened momentarily, his fist clenching involuntarily.

But soon, he relaxed his grip and bowed his head, speaking sincerely to the manager and Mr. Zhang, “I’ve come this time to ask… Mr. Zhang, for the broadcasting rights of the team member with the least popularity to be given to me…”