Chapter 622: Chapter 622: Pleasant Cooperation
Lincoln Smith appeared slightly worried and said, "I have reserved a place for you when producing this show, so I want to give it my best shot no matter what."
He nodded slightly and listed again: "Miss Thompson, consider this: as long as you participate in this show, you can name your salary and set any terms. You are Joy. Your participation will certainly take the show to a higher level. It’s a win-win opportunity, why not take it?"
Charlotte had long anticipated that he would say something like that. She pushed a plate of chicken legs in front of Lincoln, took a sip of fruit juice and said with a slight smile, "Mr. Smith, I will refuse regardless of the terms you offer. Let me treat you today."
Having said this, she put down her cup and began to eat with full concentration. The moment she took a bite, a flicker of enjoyment flashed in her eyes.
No wonder this McDonald’s is crowded every day. The taste is undeniably good.
Meanwhile, after hearing Charlotte’s clear and unambiguous rejection, Lincoln thought for a few seconds with his head down.
A few seconds later, his exploring gaze slowly fell on Charlotte and a sudden idea struck him.
He was somewhat excited but still carefully said after considering for a few seconds, "Miss Thompson, I am willing to make another offer. Would you like to hear it?"
Charlotte, engrossed in her meal, was not annoyed by the interruption. She wiped her hands and shot a teasing smile at Lincoln, saying, "Go on, let’s hear it."
At her words, Lincoln’s eyes lit up.
It seems there might be hope after all.
He organized his thoughts and said, "I used to be a chef for five years, and I’ve won many awards in various competitions, so my cooking skills are undeniably good..."
He looked at Charlotte and continued, "Miss Thompson, if you agree to join, I can deliver you a different meal every day at noon, all cooked by me."
As soon as he finished his words, Charlotte looked surprised. She hadn’t expected it.
Lincoln would do that?
Charlotte had heard about Lincoln’s past as a chef from Coco. The fact that he could think of this demonstrated that he put in considerable thought.
She looked at Lincoln with a complex gaze.
She had to admit that her inner foodie was somewhat swayed.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she again met Lincoln’s sincere gaze, exhaled, then gave in and said, "Okay, I’ll participate."
Upon hearing her words, Lincoln’s eyes sparkled with unabashed joy. He quickly pulled a contract out of his pocket and quickly handed her a pen. He said, "Miss Thompson, the contract is here. We’re offering you our most favourable terms, you don’t have to worry at all... of course, you can take a look, and if there are no issues, just sign."
Charlotte raised her eyebrows, a little overwhelmed, but she trusted Lincoln so she wiped her hands and signed her name on the contract.
She handed over the contract and watched Lincoln clutch it to his chest as if it were a treasure. She grinned and said: "Mr. Smith, happy collaboration."
Still overwhelmed with joy, he muttered, "Fantastic, just fantastic. This show will definitely amaze the entire design and entertainment industry."
Coming back to reality, he said, "Miss Thompson, I’ll immediately notify you when the show starts. I need to go back and start preparing now."
With that, he turned around hastily and rushed out of the restaurant.
The man in his fifties was running like a child.
With a smirk, Charlotte turned around and called the waiter.
"Hello, bill please."
The waiter looked at the bill, chuckled, and said, "Mr. Smith has already taken care of it."
With an inner smile of resignation, Charlotte stood up and left.