Chapter 210 Battle Line
Jiang Jingci was afraid that he had seen it wrong, so he got out of the car and walked closer to take a look at the license plate.
Who else in Jiangcheng could have the five eights except Xie Yansheng?
At this moment, Jiang Jingci's heart suddenly turned cold.
He felt ridiculous.
He carefully held out his true heart and placed it in front of Wen Lan, but Wen Lan didn't even look at it...
Returning to the car, Jiang Jingci sat and smoked a few cigarettes.
The choking nicotine went into his throat, and the anxiety in his heart gradually subsided.
He started the car and drove away from Blue Water Bay quickly.
It was the middle of the night when Xie Yansheng left.
Wen Lan was tossed half to death by her, and when Xie Yansheng let her go, she felt like she had survived a disaster.
The next day when she went to work, her lower body was still sore.
Next Saturday is TT's opening fashion show. Zhou Qiao will go to see the venue in person, and Wen Lan will stay in the company to prepare the clothes that will be used next week.
After working until noon, Zhou Qiao called and said that the modeling company she had been cooperating with had a new batch of newcomers, and asked her to personally select some new faces with personality.
TT is also considered a top high-end company in the women's clothing industry in Jiangcheng, and has very strict requirements for models for fashion shows.
Not only must they have a first-class figure, but they must also have distinct facial features and stage tension.
Many models who have just emerged will regard participating in TT's fashion shows as an excellent experience opportunity.
In the past, the models for each show were hand-picked by Zhou Qiao at the agency, and when they were really busy, Wen Lan would be sent to select models.
Not only because of trust, but also because the two people's positioning of TT and definition of fashion are similar.
With Wen Lan at TT, Zhou Qiao has saved a lot of trouble in the past two years.
Every brand of clothing will have its favorite models, and TT is no exception. There are more than a dozen models who have signed long-term contracts.
Wen Lan also needs to select 30 new faces from the agency.
At the dinner last night, Zhou Qiao said that today will start to build momentum for next week's fashion show.
In the morning, most mainstream media in Jiangcheng reported on TT's opening show. At noon, this fashion show, which had not yet been held, was hyped up on the Internet.
Wen Lan opened a small video software and many wonderful clips of TT's previous shows popped up.
There were also clips of her and Zhou Qiao following a group of models and taking a bow on the stage.
Wen Lan went to the agency to select models with Xiao Li.
The two were busy from 1 pm to 6 pm, and only selected 30 models from more than 300 models, and signed a letter of intent for cooperation on the spot.
Xiao Li was responsible for explaining some precautions to the models, but halfway through her words, she was picked up by her boyfriend for a candlelight dinner.
Wen Lan had to repeat what Xiao Li should say, and those who didn't understand it asked Wen Lan again.
When Wen Lan left the agency, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Back to Blue Water Bay, after parking the car, she met Cheng Nijia, who hadn't seen her for many days.
To be precise, Cheng Nijia was waiting for her.
What surprised Wen Lan was that Cheng Nijia, who was always delicate, didn't even put on makeup. Her eyes were swollen and had obvious tear marks.
Wen Lan had no desire to say hello, but Cheng Nijia took the initiative to chase her and called her name.
She was stunned and laughed sarcastically: "Miss Cheng should be happy that the car sex video of me and Xie Yansheng was all over the Internet. Why are your eyes swollen from crying?"
"Wen Lan, I was not thoughtful about that matter. I apologize to you for my impulsiveness now." Cheng Nijia bowed deeply to Wen Lan.
Wen Lan didn't think Cheng Nijia would be a woman who bowed her head easily. She sneered: "Miss Cheng is really sincere!"
"I will leave Jiangcheng soon. Wen Lan, please ask Xie Yansheng to return Cheng Cheng to me!" At this time, Cheng Nijia had put away her former edge, and her voice was full of sorrow.
Wen Lan was confused, with disdain in her eyes, "You found the wrong person."
"Only you can make Xie Yansheng listen to you." Cheng Nijia's lips turned pale, "In order to force me to leave Jiangcheng, he hid Cheng Cheng! He didn't allow me to talk to Cheng Cheng on the phone, nor did he tell me Cheng Cheng's whereabouts. Cheng Cheng grew up with me. Without me, she couldn't eat well or sleep well!"
She forgot the part about forcing Xie Yansheng to marry her.
"Miss Cheng found the wrong person!" Wen Lan didn't think she was lying, but she didn't care about her plan and went to the elevator from another direction.
"Wen Lan! If Cheng Cheng has any mishaps, I will never forgive you!" Cheng Nijia screamed at Wen Lan's back.
Hearing this, Wen Lan suddenly felt a headache and turned around angrily: "It was Xie Yansheng who hid your daughter! Not me!"
"You refuse to help me, which means you are on the same front with Xie Yansheng!" Cheng Nijia clenched her fists and hit Wen Lan's car hard.
"Cheng Cheng is the person closest to me in this world. Xie Yansheng knew that she was my weakness, so he hid her and forced me to get out of Jiangcheng. He wanted to marry An Zhen smoothly!"
Hate filled Cheng Nijia's beautiful eyes.
"The person Xie Yansheng wanted to marry was An Zhen. Miss Cheng should go find An Zhen!" Wen Lan said, and walked into the elevator without looking back.
Cheng Nijia trembled all over, and stood in the cold wind until her feet were sore before she returned to the car.
She raised her hand and hit the steering wheel, accidentally hitting the horn on it, making a shrill whistle!
She cheered up, took out her mobile phone and called Xie Yansheng.
Three times in a row, no one answered.
Despair spread in her heart little by little, and soon swept through her limbs...
Xie Yansheng asked her to leave Jiangcheng, but she refused!
Xie Yansheng threatened her with Cheng Cheng, so she would find a man who could compete with Xie Yansheng!
Looking at the whole Jiangcheng, there was only that man who had risen to prominence recently.
Cheng Nijia suddenly chuckled, her voice full of bitterness and self-mockery.
In the following days, all the employees of TT were busy.
Wen Lan had to run the show for Zhou Qiao, and personally check the accessories of each set of clothes and the makeup of the models. She was busy too late for two consecutive days and slept on the sofa in Zhou Qiao's office.
Zhou Qiao smiled and promised her, "I will definitely give you a raise next month."
"There is no need for a raise, just set up the men's high-end studio and don't let me lose all my money." Wen Lan always thought about the one million she invested.
On Thursday afternoon, everyone at TT was already busy to the point of white-hot.
Only one receptionist and a shopping guide were left in the store, and everyone else went to the show to help.
This year, with the full support of Zhou's father, Zhou Qiao booked two floors of Jiangcheng Convention and Exhibition Center for the fashion show.
The early decoration and scenery alone cost seven figures, not to mention that two supermodels with sky-high appearance fees were invited.
Wen Lan has been keeping a close eye on the backstage, while Zhou Qiao is responsible for the periphery. The two complement each other and cooperate very well.
According to the rules of the fashion show, other companies will also be contacted for corresponding advertising sponsorship to achieve a win-win situation in the business field.
On Friday night, Wen Lan saw the names of "Feast" and "Yuansheng Jiangji" in the most conspicuous place on the sponsorship list.