"Now, find her and find out everything that has to do with her!"

The Countess stood at her large wooden desk, poking hard at the newspaper Coyla.

In front of her was her bald butler, a secretary with gold-rimmed glasses, and a bearded personal lawyer.

The three of them bowed their heads in embarrassment, and said nothing, allowing the countess's saliva to squirt onto them.

"I remember she was a witch and mobilized our connections in the wizarding world to find her. Then, all I had to do was destroy her in one breath, as many of my previous opponents had done. ”

The three men nodded yes and were about to turn away.

"And this newspaper reporter, whose name is Clark Kent, since he can take so many close-up photos of that Coola, the relationship between the two must be unusual, find him out and shut him up!"

The bald butler hesitated for a moment, then looked at the countess in embarrassment.

"What's the matter? Say! ”

"Ma'am, this is really a difficult matter. That reporter, when he wrote his first article, I had already found the newspaper through connections, but the newspaper did not buy our face, gritted his teeth and said that there was no freedom of the press, and we could not do anything about it. ”

The bald butler looked embarrassed, and the angry countess's eyes widened, "Didn't you give my name?" Which newspaper would dare to refuse me, isn't he afraid that he will have no place in the fashion industry? ”

After that, without waiting for the housekeeper to continue to explain, she shouted directly: "Give me the phone, and I will talk to their editor-in-chief personally." ”

While the Countess was calling the editor-in-chief of the Daily True, on the other side, in Coula's old house, Clark was lazily leaning back on the couch, eating potato chips while answering the phone.

"Okay, you've done a good job, well, I see, yes, that's it, don't worry, I'll take care of everything, the countess doesn't care about her, okay, that's it! Hung up. ”

After Clark hung up the phone, he made another transatlantic call.

"Toot ......"

"Toot ......"

"Hey, is it Uncle Rupert? Ah, it's me, Clark, I'm in Paris, France. How are you doing lately? Well, I have a friend in Paris who is a new fashion designer and is building his own fashion brand.

Isn't this Paris Fashion Week, I would like to ask you to arrange for the media to help her publicize.

Ah, no, no, no, you don't need the American TV news network, just the "Sun" in Europe, the "Times" or something.

Yes, yes, just let them help reprint the article and photos.

Okay, okay, thank you, I'll be sure to visit you in Australia when I have time. ”

When Clark hung up and looked up again, he found that the Kouira were staring at him with blazing eyes.

"Who was that guy just now?" Kuyla asked, with a blazing eye.

Unlike ordinary indigenous wizards, Kouira has been wandering the Muggle world since she was a child, and is naturally more familiar with the various situations in the Muggle world.

Moreover, she aspires to be a magical costume designer, and the fashion industry and the media industry are also very closely connected, so she knows how heavy the weight behind Clark's phone call is.

Just listening to it, the Sun, The Times, American TV News Network and Australia, Kouira's name comes to mind.

If a rookie designer hitchhikes on the ride of large-scale media and can be highly praised, it is immediately like having wings, and he can go straight to the clouds, saving an unknown number of years.

Seeing that Koula's eyes were about to glow green, Clark deliberately replied to her in a relaxed tone: "Ah, that's an elder of my distant family, who has a media company under his name, and still has some energy in the international media world, so I'll ask him to help and promote it for you." ”

Everyone looked at his Versailles appearance, and they only felt that a mouthful of old blood almost vomited out.

However, although he had already guessed that his distant elder was definitely not ordinary, since the other party was unwilling to talk more, it was inconvenient for them to ask more.

"Things are almost over, and I think the Countess must be in a hurry after these few trips. Fly into a rage. ”

Knowing what he was relying on, Kouira's heart was also full of confidence, and he naturally changed the subject, "I think we can start to implement the next plan." ”

Clark nodded.

As for what she said about her next steps?

Clark's latest article reveals the answer.

"The golden silk is crawling with insects, and the countess is afraid to become the biggest laughing stock"

It turned out that in order to save her own decline, after knowing that she could not solve the problem immediately, the countess was preparing to hold a special fashion show of her own.

Unbeknownst to her, Kouira had anticipated this and had used light and shadow magic to disguise a batch of hatching moth cocoons as gold beads, which were mixed into the materials used by the Countess to make the finale.

This also made a group of moths that happened to hatch on the night of the special show, completely ruining the finale dress and dispersing all the industry insiders present.

And not far from her show, Kouira's rock punk fashion show was crowded and lively.

The crowd shook their heads and swayed to the music, releasing their pressure to the fullest under the command of Kuira, who was dressed in a black and white spotted coat. In such a stark contrast, Kouira once again won against the countess!

As the saying goes, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion.

With victory after victory, Kouira not only caught up with the Countess, but also kept level with her, and then overtook her, and now the situation between the two sides has been completely reversed.

A rising fashion star, stepping on the bones of his predecessors, Kuyla couldn't help but laugh at the thought of this.

"Hah! Ha! Ha! I don't think the old woman can sleep every night now. ”

Coola, who had just finished a punk fashion show, raised her head and poured another sip of wine, and then looked at Clark with silky eyes, "Thank you for this, right, little brother~"

Clark subconsciously took a few steps back, avoiding the palm of the female madwoman who was about to eat tofu, and then he remembered that the first time he saw Kouira, the other party was lying drunk in the window.

But looking at the other party's swaying footsteps and crazy smiles, he also knew what terrible consequences would be if such an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl was left on the street.

"Hey!"

Thinking of this, Clark could only shake his head, no longer dodging, and let the other party put his arm on his shoulder, and at the same time, in a gust of fragrant wind, hugged the soft waist of the big sister.

Tonight, I'm afraid it's not calm.