Qu was pondering how to take advantage of this to maximize Qin Guan’s profits, when suddenly Hilton said, "I’m having a big party tonight. Will you come?"
"Thank you, but I’m busy." Qin Guan’s eyes were still fixed on the newspaper.
"All of us will be there. Dr. Luke and some famous music producers will also attend. Very famous people will be there!"
"This has nothing to do with me. I’m not a singer. Right, Qu Xuemei?"
As all those names reverberated like thunder, Qin Guan didn’t even look up.
Biting her lips, Hilton finally said, "I heard that you opened an accounting firm and a C-level gallery in New York."
"Yes, so?" Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei looked up together.
"You know, there is always artwork at hotels. If the customers like it, they can buy it through the Hilton hotels."
Cong Nianwei nodded. There was such a service at some top hotels.