She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Who doesn’t like to hear others praise their country?

Even if she is not a passionate young person, national interests always come first.

"You will like China more in the future. In your industry, the opportunities may not be as good as those abroad, but as long as you work hard, I believe your career will develop very well."

Shirley was very happy with Manshu's encouragement.

"I thought that rich girls like you would look down on people like us."

Manshu looked at her quietly.

Shirley was a little embarrassed again: "You can see that although we are just models on the surface, the company will take some dinner and drinking parties for us, and sometimes we will take them privately... Many people look down on us."

"My previous contracts were always controlled by the company, and I was forced to do so in the beginning."

"Later, I came to my senses. It doesn't matter whose money you make."

"Those men are playing with me, but I can also think about it the other way around and think of it as playing with them."

"Isn't it nice to be able to change it every once in a while?"

Manshu didn't know what to say about Shirley's opinion.

"As long as you like it."

She has no right to dictate other people's lives.

Shirley, however, thought Manshu was really nice: "I want to start over and be a clean girl."

Manshu seemed to know what Shirley wanted from her. She stood up and gave Shirley a hug: "You can do it. Come on."

Shirley felt relieved, as if a huge rock in her heart had fallen to the ground.

"Can I be your friend?" Shirley asked, and then she lifted her hair awkwardly, "Sorry, this may be a little abrupt, and it's also a step above my expectations..."

"Okay." Manshu did not refuse.

"It's not abrupt, nor is it out of place. I've said before that you are a brave and kind girl."

"Not only me, I believe many people are willing to be friends with you."

When Manshu said this, Shirley felt tears in her eyes.

They suffer a lot of discrimination in this industry.

There is no need to let others know about those things that are beyond your control.

But Manshu is different.

"Great, I finally have a Chinese girl as a friend."

"This is a gift from me to you. I was afraid you wouldn't want to accept it because you thought it was... dirty." Shirley took out a beautifully wrapped gift.

Manshu thanked her and opened the package right in front of her.

"This bracelet is very beautiful." Manshu saw what was inside. It was a very beautiful bracelet inlaid with small diamonds, sparkling.

"As long as you like it, I bought it with my own money."

"Thank you, my friend, you are very thoughtful."

Manshu thanked him again.

The two had afternoon tea together and then parted ways.

However, before parting, she gave Shirley a business card.

"Do you want to transform?"

Shirley was surprised: "But I'm a model. I can't do anything except catwalk."

"Then you can start as a model. Once you are known by more people in China, you can try to develop in other circles."

"This is Qi Yu, Qi Xiang's cousin. He works in the entertainment industry."

"Thank you, I..." Shirley didn't know what to say.

She didn't come here to use the back door, but Manshu was too good to her.

"I'm just giving you a chance. For the rest, you need to work hard on your own."

"Although you are not well-known in China, I heard that you are quite famous abroad and are a rising star?"

Speaking of this, Shirley felt a little ashamed.

In fact, competition abroad is very fierce and she may be replaced by others at any time.

That's why the company forced her to attend various dinner and drinking parties.

She has no say.