It was already late, and it was impossible to discuss all work-related matters in a short time.
As long as there were no issues with the contract contents, the signing went smoothly.
Seeing that it was almost dinner time, and assuming they were about to get off work, Sang Miao didn’t stay any longer.
After leaving Shen Xingxia’s office, the sky outside had already darkened.
However, the entire studio was brightly lit, and everyone was still working.
There were a few empty desks, and the computers were still on, probably because the people had gone to eat.
Seeing her observing the work environment, Shen Xingxia smiled and said, “Overtime is common in game companies.
Sometimes when it’s busy, we even work overnight.
That’s why things like vacations and benefits aren’t too bad either.”
Sang Miao expressed her understanding.
Thinking about her future work, she figured she wouldn’t be able to avoid working overtime either.
“I’ve heard that too.
I’m prepared for overtime,” Sang Miao said with a smile.
Her car was parked in the lot outside the office building.
As she left, Shen Xingxia walked her down from the office.
“I’ll have your office cleaned and prepared first,” Shen Xingxia said as he walked beside her, displaying a calmness beyond his age when talking about work.
“Also, we’re short on staff in a few areas, so a few departments will be hiring in the near future.”
Sang Miao nodded.
“I’ll also be hiring some people for the art and special effects teams on my end.”
“Mm.
It’s not hard to hire right now.
A few experienced people, along with some fresh graduate,s should be enough to handle the workload for the next few months.
We can expand the team later if needed.
Start drafting those concept sketches.
They don’t need to be too detailed for now.
Let’s get a rough version first and then discuss more specifically.”
Sang Miao agreed one by one.
“Okay, I’ll try to finish the first draft of the designs within the next two weeks.”
After exiting the main entrance, the two stopped by a landscaped flowerbed on the side of the road.
Sang Miao looked up.
This building didn’t house just their game company there were also many other tech companies.
At this hour, nearly every floor was fully lit.
Sang Miao looked toward her car.
“No need to walk me any further.
My car’s right there.
I’ll come by again in a few days.”
“Alright.”
After finishing the formal talk, Shen Xingxia smiled a bit more casually.
“I should’ve treated you to dinner today.
Let’s wait for my sister to be free and go together next time.”
As he spoke, he extended his hand and said formally, “Pleasure working with you.”
Sang Miao also smiled, straightforwardly reached out, and shook his hand sincerely.
“Sure, there’ll be plenty of chances for you to treat me in the future.”
After the small talk, the two were just about to say goodbye when Shen Xingxia’s eyes suddenly shifted to the side of the road.
He paused slightly, then showed a hint of curiosity.
Sang Miao was originally standing sideways to the road.
Noticing his gaze, she turned slightly and followed his line of sight, only to see the familiar Maybach parked by the roadside, right beside her.
Seeing the car window slowly roll down, Sang Miao showed a bit of surprise and leaned in to ask, “What are you doing here?”
It was the first time she had run into Meng Peisheng outside of the villa it was quite a coincidence.
Meng Peisheng glanced at her and calmly got out of the car.
His tall and upright figure stood in front of her.
The tailored vest outlined his lean waistline.
With naturally good proportions, he looked both composed and distinguished.
His voice was low and slightly hoarse from a day’s work.
“Passing by after work.
With a friend?”
As he spoke, his gaze naturally shifted toward the young man in front of them, calm and reserved but sharp underneath.
“Mm…”
Sang Miao couldn’t quite explain and was thinking of how to introduce them.
The man in front of her was experienced and at ease in such situations.
Before she could even decide, he had already taken the initiative to reach out and politely said, “Nice to meet you.
Meng Peisheng.”
An invisible air of authority surrounded him, as if he were born with the power to control everything.
But young people also had their own kind of calm and ease.
“An honor to meet you, President Meng,” Shen Xingxia gave a slight smile, then politely returned the handshake.
“Hello, I’m Shen Xingxia.”
The conversation between the two ended there.
Meng Peisheng looked at Sang Miao and asked naturally, as if it was second nature, “Are you two finished?”
She nodded.
“I was just about to head home.”
Meng Peisheng’s voice was husky from fatigue.
“Perfect, let’s go back together then.”
Sang Miao paused.
“I drove here.”
Meng Peisheng didn’t seem to mind and said to her in a low voice, “Have the driver bring it back later.”
Sang Miao didn’t understand why he was making a fuss, but didn’t argue with him about it.
“Alright.”
She turned back and said goodbye to Shen Xingxia.
“Then we’ll be leaving.”
Shen Xingxia replied, “Take care,” and watched the car pull away before heading back.
…
The atmosphere in the car was quiet, with no music playing.
Sang Miao sat in the back seat, staring out the window, bored.
She glanced back and saw that he wasn’t working, which made her think it was a good time to bring it up.
But he didn’t seem inclined to ask either.
Maybe it didn’t matter whether he knew or not.
She thought for a moment and took the initiative to say, “Shen Xingxia is the head of a game company.”
Upon hearing her speak, Meng Peisheng showed a look of interest, as if he were all ears.
Seeing this, Sang Miao organized her thoughts and continued,
“I didn’t mention it before, but he’s got a new game project I’m quite interested in.”
“I’ve met with him a few times recently.”
“Later, I asked my cousin for some evaluation data on the project.”
“My cousin also thought it was a good investment, so the decision was made.”
“Today, I came here to sign the contract.
I’ll be working on it for a while.”
She only highlighted the key points.
She figured Meng Peisheng probably wouldn’t be interested in the details.
It was enough just to let him know what she’d be busy with going forward.
Meng Peisheng listened seriously, his eyes lowered.
He had known she was busy with something lately.
That was her personal business, and he hadn’t asked anyone to find out what it was.
Still, she moved fast already signed the contract.
If they hadn’t run into each other today, who knows when he would have found out what she was working on?
When she didn’t get a simple response, Sang Miao hesitated slightly.
She didn’t intend to tell people around her about her online account, so she vaguely said, “It was kind of a coincidence.
He contacted me online first, asked me to handle the game’s art content.”
“I thought the new game had good potential, so I wanted to give it a try, especially since I’m not working right now anyway.”
“I’ll probably be going out for work often after this.”
That was mainly what she wanted to tell him.
Even though she had the freedom to go wherever she wanted, since they were living under the same roof, it was only polite to inform him.
There was a lot of hidden information in her words.
What kind of opportunity would lead someone to contact her online?
Why would someone with a background in magazine work be responsible for game art?
What exactly did she spend her free time doing?
Meng Peisheng realized he actually was curious, but didn’t press her for answers.
Seeing the documents in her hand, his eyes gestured toward them.
“Is that the contract you just signed?”
“Yeah.”
Sang Miao replied, then after a moment’s thought, asked, “Do you want to take a look?”
There was no harm in letting him see it.
After all, he had seen all kinds of investment contracts.
This small-scale investment would be nothing compared to the deals he usually handled.
Meng Peisheng raised an eyebrow slightly, the corner of his lips curving into a faint smile, and reached out his hand to her.
Meng Peisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, a subtle curve forming at the corner of his lips, and reached out his hand to her.
Sang Miao took out a copy of the document from the folder and handed it to him, while the other one in her hand was the confidentiality agreement between both parties.
After all, game development involved many business secrets that couldn’t be disclosed for the time being.
Meng Peisheng read the document very quickly, almost skimming through ten lines at a glance, flipping several pages in no time.
Sang Miao was beginning to wonder whether he was really reading carefully when she heard him ask,
“You invested sixty million?”
She froze for a moment and blinked Is there a problem?
“Yes, what about it?”
“Nothing,” Meng Peisheng seemed to ask casually, his tone mild.
“Sixty million isn’t a small amount.
Are you having any financial difficulties?”
Sang Miao’s actions always caught him off guard.
To say she was ambitious and driven, she had spent a long time idly at home, seemingly without desire, appearing to have no pursuit of fame or fortune.
But to say she just wanted a carefree and leisurely life, her moves were always calculated and precise, clearly not impulsive decisions.
As far as he knew, she shouldn’t have that much cash on hand.
To directly invest sixty million in such a situation likely meant she had emptied her savings.
She was really bold.
Sang Miao had assumed that since he handled projects worth billions or tens of billions, he would surely scoff at such a “small” figure like sixty million.
She hadn’t expected him to ask so seriously.
Sang Miao suddenly felt that what she had contributed was actually being valued.
If she really were in trouble right now, she would shamelessly ask Boss Meng whether he could pay a few months’ salary in advance.
But for now, she was okay, so she didn’t bring it up.
“It’s alright.
It’s paid in phases, so it’s not really a difficulty.”
Perhaps because the casual conversation atmosphere was quite good, Sang Miao even teased him a little, saying lightly, “I still get six million in fixed monthly salary from you.
It’s just about enough to cover this round of funding.”
“Sal… ary,” Meng Peisheng repeated the word.
“Mm, salary,” Sang Miao nodded and explained seriously,
“According to the contract, money is transferred to me every month.
Isn’t that a salary?”
Hearing her describe it so earnestly, Meng Peisheng chuckled.
She really did treat it like going to work with a contract.
“Since you’re using your salary for investment,”
his voice was low and slow, and he looked at her meaningfully, “Then may I ask what about your living expenses?”
Hmm…
Sang Miao thought he really hit the nail on the head.
Of course, she had thought about it.
After paying the first installment, she indeed didn’t have much money left.
But her daily needs weren’t very demanding, and it wasn’t like she had no income at all.
For one, she was working on the project, so she’d get paid too.
And also, she could consider renting out one of her properties, which would provide some income enough to maintain her daily expenses.
Of course, she didn’t plan to explain all this in detail.
Just as she was about to casually brush it off, Sang Miao saw him take out a wallet from his coat.
Its design was minimalistic and luxurious.
Even more luxurious was the card he pulled from inside.
His long, pale fingers handed the card over.
The gesture was unhurried and elegant to the extreme, and his gaze, like his personality, was calm.
Sang Miao froze and looked at him with a questioning and confused expression.
“…What is this?”
She could tell at a glance that it was his custom card.
But why was he suddenly giving it to her?
Meng Peisheng gave her a casual glance and softly said two words, “Bonus.”
“…?”
Sang Miao swore at that moment, she saw a glowing, divine god of wealth.
If his picture were posted online with a caption like “Repost this God of Wealth,” it would definitely get tens of thousands of shares.
Sang Miao felt like her hand was acting on its own, reaching out to accept it before her brain could catch up.
Since he called it a bonus, not taking it would be foolish.
But she hadn’t been completely dazzled by the money either.
She cautiously asked,
“Then may I ask, Mr. God um, Mr. Meng,” Sang Miao looked at him seriously, shaking the card in her hand and trying hard not to smile like a bootlicker,
“How much is the bonus… exactly?”
Meng Peisheng gave a faint smile and looked at her with slight helplessness.
“It’s a charge card.
No spending limit.”
Sang Miao’s eyes widened in disbelief, mixed with a bit of confusion.
She knew such cards were basically limitless but did that mean her bonus had no limit too??
Could she go swipe it at an auction or buy a private jet, and he wouldn’t care???
Well, to be fair, he probably really wouldn’t.
Being by his side, Sang Miao had learned things both directly and indirectly.
For families with deep-rooted wealth like the Mengs, whether it was the Meng Corporation or his personal assets, the figures available to the public didn’t tell the full story.
They were far from what the wealth rankings represented.
Seemingly unrelated companies, private art collections, everything exceeded the outside world’s imagination.
Thinking this way, Sang Miao no longer felt burdened.
So naturally, she became curious about the true scale of his personal wealth.
She had heard that when someone’s assets reached a certain point, even the person themselves didn’t know the exact number.
What does it feel like to have so much money you can’t even count it?
As of today, it probably feels like handing out cards casually.
“Speaking of work, is the office located in that office building from earlier?”
Meng Peisheng changed the topic as calmly as if he hadn’t just casually swiped a card.
Sang Miao’s mind was still stuck on his heavenly phrase: “No credit limit.”
When she heard him speak, her first reaction was.
Was his voice always this pleasant to listen to…?
Huh?
Office address?
Sang Miao snapped back to reality.
“Yes, the development work mainly takes place in Shen Xingxia’s studio.”
She was planning to find a suitable place nearby as the new company’s address it would make team communication more convenient.
She also thought of something else that Shen Xingxia said earlier about working overtime, and felt it was necessary to mention it.
“The company atmosphere is quite good, but I heard that during the busiest times, we often have to work late into the night, even pull all-nighters.
If that’s the case, going back to the villa might not be very convenient.”
Sang Miao had actually been considering whether she should rent a place nearby, so that when it got really late and going back to the villa was inconvenient, she could just stay close.
Even if there was a driver, she didn’t want to make a round trip in the middle of the night.
So what she meant to say was maybe she wouldn’t go back to the villa every night.
He probably wouldn’t mind, right?
After all, he himself didn’t always return there either.
“So, you’re thinking of staying nearby when things get busy?”
Meng Peisheng asked calmly.
“Yeah, maybe rent a place or book a hotel.
Just to sleep over occasionally,” Sang Miao added.
“Of course, on regular workdays, I’ll still go back to the villa.”
She hadn’t forgotten the contract she was bound by.
Meng Peisheng looked at her for two seconds.
“Maybe you don’t need to rent a place.”
“Huh?”
Sang Miao was slightly stunned.
Then a realization hit her, was he saying he had a place nearby she could use?
The office was in a prime area; it would be perfectly normal for him to own property there.
A decent place would have high rent and would likely sit empty most of the time.
If she were only staying occasionally, it wouldn’t be cost-effective.
Better not to waste money.
It was a shame she didn’t own any property near there otherwise, she wouldn’t have to think about renting or booking hotels.
Sure enough, the next second, she heard Meng Peisheng say,
“There’s an apartment in He Ning Residence nearby. I stay there sometimes when I work late.”
“There are a few empty rooms.
If you want to stay, I can have one cleaned up for you.”
He stays there too?
Sang Miao didn’t expect that.
She instinctively declined, “That might be a bit inconvenient, I’d be intruding.”
She also found it surprising he’d even make that kind of offer it must be his private apartment.
Meng Peisheng looked at her with a relaxed expression.
“Excuse me, how is that any different from living in the villa?”
Sang Miao touched the tip of her nose.
He had a point.
They were on the same floor in the villa, each with their own rooms. There really wasn’t much difference.
“Up to you,” Meng Peisheng closed the contract and handed it to her.
“I don’t stay there often.
Most of the time it’s empty.
If you want to stay, come and go as you like.”