Chapter 644 RM's mysterious president's wife, a serious blow [2 more]
Greta wanted to let Sang Yanqing go.
Unexpectedly, the only two actors who threatened her in recent years were all brought out by Sang Yanqing.
In order to prevent more disasters in the future, she will try to make Sang Yanqing disappear this time.
However, she had already tried Si Fuqing twice.
Once, yesterday, when she deliberately passed by Si Fuqing, she ripped through her cheongsam with a nail.
One time she wanted to make Si Fuqing look ugly on the red carpet today.
In this way, Si Fuqing's image in front of the public was destroyed, and his endurance was suppressed, and finally he was forced to commit suicide step by step.
Too bad it didn't work out both times.
Instead, she fell bloody mildew.
A little girl less than twenty years old, quite articulate.
Greta took a sip of red wine, put down the glass, and said lightly: "Tomorrow, President RM is going to inspect the headquarters. When you prepare your things, I will go."
She must plant the seeds of fear in Si Fuqing's heart as soon as possible.
**
Here, Emeka just returned to the RM headquarters building to discuss raising wages.
"That's right, Mr. Emeka, our husband thinks your performance is excellent, and decides to give you three times your salary." The director said, "But I hope you can design a full-length dress with Daxia as an element. Including crowns, necklaces, bracelets and more.”
"No problem!" Emeka waved her hand, "RM is my home, I will do whatever you ask me to do."
What is Lan, what is an idol, he has forgotten all about it.
Director: "..."
Emeka glanced at her final salary with satisfaction: "Are there any other requirements?"
"This is a birthday present prepared by our husband for the young lady." The director wiped his sweat and said, "It is also the second birthday he has spent with the young lady, so we must take it seriously."
Emeka was a little surprised: "Sir isn't married yet?"
He has never met the president of RM, but according to his estimation, he must be quite old.
You have to be fifty years old, otherwise, how can you build a huge fashion empire like RM?
The director shook his head: "Everything depends on what the lady wants."
"I understand." Emeka nodded, "I will definitely live up to the trust of Mr.
"Mr. will bring Miss to the headquarters tomorrow." The director smiled, "Mr. Emeka can design according to the general style of Miss."
Emeka responded one by one.
At the same time, he was also a little curious about who the future RM president's wife was.
**
the next day.
Glenn in November has entered the early winter, the weather turns cooler and the wind blows.
Si Fuqing left the back door of the hotel, she jumped down the steps: "Ninth brother."
Yu Xiheng hugged her.
He let her hug his waist again, then wrapped her in his coat and asked in a low voice, "Did you wait for a long time?"
"It's okay." Si Fuqing rubbed his broad chest, "It's really warm, it's still useful in curing you."
She has been conditioning him for a year, and his coldness has disappeared.
Unlike the first time she saw him, his whole body was like ice.
Xiaobai was also lying comfortably in his pocket, gnawing at the golden brick with his four little paws.
Yu Xiheng smiled slightly.
He raised his hand and rubbed her head: "hand warmer?"
"No," she corrected him. "It's a big warm baby."
"Let's go." Yu Xiheng said, "I have hired a designer and brought you over to have a look."
Si Fuqing's fox eyes suddenly lit up: "Can I design a dress for you too?"
"No need." Yu Xiheng smiled and sighed, "You have a good rest, it's more important than anything else."
Si Fuqing snorted, but she had already made a decision in her heart.
Winter is coming, and she can hand sew a winter coat for him.
She always only focuses on design. After sending the design drawings to Gu Wenzhu, Lan's workshop will make clothes.
And the last time she made clothes by herself, she woven a dragon robe for Emperor Yin.
Going forward is to sew clothes for Ye Wanlan, Lu Qingning and Yu Huixue.
I did it for my idol, and of course my boyfriend can't treat him badly.
The two walked out along the trail to the parking lot.
Thirty minutes later, the car arrived at the RM headquarters.
"Mr. Yu, is this Miss Si?" The director immediately stepped forward to greet him, "Mr. Emeka is already waiting there."
Yu Xiheng held her hand: "Let's go."
Designing the interior, Emeka sits poised.
As soon as the door rang, he stood up immediately, adjusted his tie, and went forward.
When he saw Yu Xiheng, he was stunned for a moment, then stammered: "First, sir, you are so young!"
The man has a face that turns all living beings upside down. He looks like he is only in his early twenties, but his whole body is calm and calm, but it is unmatched by ordinary people.
Yu Xiheng smiled: "Hello, my surname is Yu."
Emeka was flattered: "Mr. Yu is polite, I don't know that lady..."
Behind him, Si Fu leaned forward and greeted Emeka with a smile: "Mr. Emeka, we meet again."
Emeka: "..."
Who is he and where is he and what does he do?
Emeka looked at Si Fuqing dully, her eyes empty.
In just two days, he suffered two serious blows.
It took a long time for Emeka to find her voice: "Si, Miss Si?!"
The lady the director said was his idol? !
So RM is actually a family with Lan?
Emeka slowed down for a full three minutes before finally recovering.
He said with a serious expression: "I will definitely make this dress the most precious design in my life, which will definitely satisfy Miss Si."
The face is still calm, but the heart has begun to dance wildly.
He's going to design clothes for idols!
"Sir." The director came over and hurriedly said a few words in Yu Xiheng's ear, then said, "Wait for your instructions."
Yu Xiheng raised her head and looked at Si Fuqing.
Si Fuqing waved at him: "You go to work, I'll go down for a walk."
"Well, wait for me." Yu Xiheng said, "We can have dinner together later."
She blinked: "Okay."
He left with the director.
Emeka has gone into a frenzy of work and has begun to write hard.
Si Fu leaned downstairs.
This is her first time to RM headquarters.
On the first floor are exhibition cabinets for various new products.
Si Fuqing took out a bracelet from the counter and tried it.
"Ow!" Xiaobai finished eating the golden bricks, smelled the gold again, and was about to jump out excitedly.
"Shut up, you prodigal!" Si Fuqing ruthlessly pressed it on his butt, "You can eat more than a pig."
Xiaobai froze all of a sudden.
"Welcome" came from the door.
A waiter stepped forward: "Miss Countess Greta."
"Miss Si, we meet again." Greta walked straight towards Si Fuqing.
She smiled slightly, showing her elegance: "Are you here to participate in the spokesperson's annual assessment? Is it going well?"
Si Fuqing also pinched Xiao Bai's ears.
She raised her head, squinting a pair of fox eyes and looked over lightly.
"You are the spokesperson of RM, and the spokesperson is only chosen by the capital. You can change it if you want." Greta took two steps forward and whispered, "But I am different from you. I am the capital itself. I'm still a long way off."
"Do you know why Director Qu's movie chose you? It's just because you are young and you are from Daxia, but your ability is too poor. If you don't win the Glenn Award next year, wouldn't it ruin Director Qu's brand? "
Si Fuqing responded perfunctorily: "Well, you are right."
Xiaobai hummed.
The dog owner is starting to rot again.
Greta frowned.
what happened?
Why is Si Fuqing completely unaffected by her?
Could it be that her mental interference with Si Fuqing is completely useless?
Greta carefully scrutinized the girl again, her brows becoming more puzzled.
She could be sure that Si Fuqing was an ordinary person.
Greta also took out a necklace, and she was about to break it with the force of her hand.
At this moment, a stern shout sounded.
"What are you doing! Who made you move?!"
Greta was very calm, and her smile expanded: "Si Fuqing, you said that you maliciously destroyed RM's products, will the identity of the spokesperson be cancelled?"
In just a few words, the director hurried over.
Greta looked surprised: "Director."
The director ignored her completely, and looked at the girl nervously: "Miss Si, are you alright?"
Under Greta's gradually solidified gaze, Si Fuqing raised his eyes: "It's okay, she makes trouble, send her out."
Where is the idiot playing tricks in front of her and interfering with the lowest mentality.
The evolutionary bloodline is useless for this kind of thing.
Greta didn't speak, she bit her lip and looked at the director pitifully.
However, this time the result was not what she expected.
"Miss Si is RM's spokesperson, and RM protects all her rights and interests." The director said coldly, "Security, please leave here Miss Greta."
Greta's expression shattered slightly.
What's going on, is her mental intervention completely useless?
Last time, the director was very respectful to her, saying that when President RM came, he would introduce her.
"From today onwards, RM will not lend you any more ready-to-wear or jewelry, and you have no right to buy any products under RM." The director raised his hand and said indifferently, "Please."
"..."
Greta did not expect such a development.
She took a deep breath: "I'm your big customer!"
"Just the few stocks you have, it's really not enough." The director smiled, "You can withdraw it at any time, it really doesn't matter."
Greta's face was ashen, and her smile was hard to maintain.
"If you don't borrow it, you won't borrow it! You are not the only RM in the fashion industry." Greta's expression finally cooled down, "You are short-sighted and narrow-minded, and you will fall from power sooner or later. If you have the ability, you will not lend me to Lan!"
RM and Lan are actually competing relationships, and she doesn't want to continue promoting for RM.
Since RM personally pushed her to the opponent, she doesn't need to be merciful!
The director frowned.
Si Fuqing threw the Coke can in his hand and said casually, "They can't do it, I can."
See you tomorrow