Chapter Twenty-Eight: Little Secrets
"Xiao?" Santichai let out an exclamation, he wiped his eyes with a towel, bent down and pulled me up, looked me up and down, and said in disbelief, "Xiao, is that you?" Is it really you? ”
"Thank you," I didn't deny or admit it, but I just pursed my lips and smiled, handed over the fan album full of his photos, and said in English, "I like you very much, can I ask you to sign it?" ”
"No, you can't!" Yinmu immediately objected and tried to push me.
“OK!” Santichai blocked Yinmu's arm for me, took the photo album, signed his name, and didn't return it to me when it was over, "Xiao, can you have dinner with me tonight?" ”
"Okay, congratulations on winning the championship." Of course I agreed, slipped him with a note with my contact information, and walked away.
Because if I don't leave, Xue Beirong will kill me with his eyes, although he doesn't even look at me, I can still feel the deep hostility in his afterglow.
Shangri-La Hotel.
After arriving at the box agreed upon by me and Santichai, Sheng Xiaolan said very kindly: "Huanxi, I've been very busy lately, I didn't even bother to see you, the wounds are all healed, right?" ”
"Hmm." Not to mention, Xu Zongyao's trick was quite effective, and after learning that I had successfully made an appointment to meet with Santichai, Sheng Xiaolan's attitude immediately changed.
Sheng Xiaolan said: "In a few days, Stranda will have a show in the magic capital, hosted by Lanting, I will arrange for you to go to the finale, as well as two endorsements of luxury cosmetics and international first-line clothing brands, and I have already arranged it for you." ”
"Hmm." This is what I deserve, and I deserve it.
Sheng Xiaolan opened a bottle of red wine, poured it into the decanter, and asked me bluntly: "Xu Zongyao came up with this idea for you, right?" ”
"Yes." There's nothing to hide.
Sheng Xiaolan was also very happy, "Xu Zongyao has come to talk to me, he is quite reliable, I have already arranged for you to be your agent, after all, he is your former boss, and he knows what is good for you and what should not be done." ”
"Thank you, Mr. Sheng, I'll go first." Santiguess is almost there, and I want to leave early.
"Huanxi, you have to stay and eat with him." Sheng Xiaolan stopped me from leaving, and her tone changed from flat to ordering: "The commercial value of Santichai is immeasurable, we must win this contract before Xue Beirong." ”
Naturally, I disagreed: "If Santi guesses that I am not Yu Xiaoxiao, he is fooled, and this meal is just a trap, he will definitely be very angry." ”
"No," this is the tone of the boss ordering the employees, Sheng Xiaolan said in a strong tone that cannot be objected to: "Remember, you are Yu Xiaoxiao tonight, and the contract must be won!" ”
I remembered that Su Wanwan said that Sheng Xiaolan forced the company's models to sell. If she was accompanied by a drinker, she stood up very disgusted and decisively rejected her: "Mr. Sheng, I am a contracted artist of the company, not public relations, drinking and eating together is not within the scope of my work, please find someone else." ”
"Yu Huanxi, listen," Sheng Xiaolan's face was gloomy, revealing her true colors as a capitalist, and she warned me very strongly: "In my company, you are not allowed to hear the second answer!" ”
"No," I kicked away the stool behind me, never backing down, "Mr. Sheng, listen, I would never do such a thing!" ”
Just as I was about to leave, the door of the box suddenly opened, and two fierce-looking men quietly entered, and they walked in, pressing me into the seat very roughly.
"Mr. Sheng, what do you mean by this?" I chuckled in my heart, and began to regret a little that I didn't listen to Xue Beirong's words.