Lei Xuan gave him a thumbs-up.
Leaving everything else aside, just look at Yan Xianjue's textbook capitalist mindset.
He felt that Yan Xianjue was definitely going to succeed.
Other people joined a production with their own funding; he joined one to advertise with his own funding.
He was fleecing the production team to promote his own company.
But Lei Xuan was a little puzzled.
Did a family business on Yan Corporation's scale still need to advertise itself?
From somewhere in his rainbow-colored hair, Lei Xuan pulled out a feather pen.
Yan Xianjue was utterly stunned by his bizarre assortment of antics.
And now he believed that Lei Xuan really was Boss Lei's biological son.
If he were not, he would probably have been shipped off to Java long ago.
But Yan Xianjue soon slapped his forehead.
He cleared his mind of those thoughts.
He could not let the revelation that Ji the Eldest was not Ji the Old Master's biological son be so shocking that everyone started looking adopted to him.
Lei Xuan had no idea what he was thinking.
He rummaged through the handbag he had carried in for quite a while before pulling out a palm-sized notebook.
Yan Xianjue: "..."
You had a bag?!
Why did you have to stick the pen in your hair?
Yan Xianjue took two deep breaths.
He comforted himself inwardly. Creative people having a few unusual quirks was perfectly normal.
He also made up his mind that next time he met with Lei Xuan, Ji Xi could come alone.
He was not coming back to suffer through this again.
Had he known, he would rather have stayed home to do homework!
Lei Xuan uncapped his pen and flipped open a fresh page in his notebook.
The moment he put pen to paper,