Back to the ’80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend - Chapter 815

[815. Chapter 815 is worth a lot]

national beauty and fragrance have appeared in Youcheng in the past two years. Its cheongsam is quite popular among the ladies and wives of Youcheng.

Even some wealthy businessmen will spend huge sums of money to buy several sets of cheongsam of national color and heavenly fragrance in order to show their status.

However, their custom cheongsam has never been lower than six figures, which is really prohibitive.

And I heard that there is a lot of power behind Guose Tianxiang, otherwise it would be impossible to achieve such a resounding reputation in a short period of time.

The cheongsam designed by their company is very unique and not a common style on the market. Each cheongsam is low-key, luxurious, connotative, and high-end.

Otherwise, they will not let those women with status and status fall in love with them at a high price.

Guose Tianxiang keeps a low profile, they never advertise or even do other publicity.

Now that they heard that they were looking for a female artist from the company to be the image spokesperson, and they also gave a huge image endorsement fee of 500,000 yuan, for a time everyone didn’t know whether to be shocked by their large-scale spending, or because they no longer chose high-profile publicity conservatively. surprise.

“The meeting is over, if you have any questions, please contact Secretary Wei (Wei Yan).”

Gu Jiajie got up and left the conference room, leaving the rest to his secretary, Wei Yan.

In the past year, he rarely managed the company, and his former secretary was left to Gu Jin. This year, under the guidance of the other party, Wei Yan’s ability is more comprehensive than before.

Many things, he is willing to let go to Secretary Wei’s hands.

The boss left, and the discussion in the conference room was a bit louder than before.

Wei Yan stood there expressionlessly, her eyes wearing black-rimmed round glasses, indifferently swept towards everyone in the conference room.

The senior management has already got up and left, and the managers of various departments and the brokers are very interested in discussing the endorsement of Guose Tianxiang that the boss said before.

When these people were discussing intensely, Lu Qing slowly walked towards Wei Yan, with an expression of anxiety and anticipation on his face.

Walking in front of Wei Yan, he said cautiously: “Secretary Wei, I have an artist named Amin in my hands. I think she is in good condition in all aspects, and I want her to try the campaign of being the image spokesperson of Guose Tianxiang.”

With a serious face, Wei Yan nodded, and said in a solemn voice: “Okay, just go back and sort out a copy of her information and give it to me.”

“Thank you, thank you Secretary Wei.”

Wei Yan nodded coldly to him.

Immediately afterwards, another agent stepped forward and recommended the female artists they brought.

At this juncture, Lu Qing left the company with a panicked heart of anticipation.

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the artist dormitory of the World Nine Entertainment Company.

As usual, Amin went back to the dormitory after filming.

The buns she bought from the bun shop when she was about to bite back.

She opened the dormitory door, and just opened a gap. With a sense of alertness, she noticed that there was someone in the room.

Thinking that her agent seemed to have the key to the dormitory, she calmly pushed open the door.

Sure enough, I saw Lu Qing who was sitting on the sofa, flipping through magazines in boredom.

Lu Qing looked up and saw that Amin was back, and immediately smiled brightly: “Amin, you are back, I have good news for you today!”

Amin held the paper bag with the meat buns in his arms, raised his feet and walked into the room .

On her other hand, there was still a half-bitten bun with two bites left. Both hands were full. She closed the door with her feet very naturally.

He raised his foot and walked towards Lu Qing, not forgetting the remaining buns in his hand, and put them into his mouth and ate them with great satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)