My Chief Husband, Too Mensao!

"Little Joe, to make me the best agent, you must be the best actress, let's work together!"

"Well, Chu Chujie!"

"Yeah. Then you have a good filming. Today, a customer has specially sent you an invitation to attend their reception. I will go to the scene to see the situation for you and talk about the opportunity for cooperation. You waited for the show. If the time is not too late, come over." Feng Chu gave the invitation to Yunqiao.

"Die Ge? This customer is rich!" Yun Qiao looked at the address, squatting.

After coming to this world for a while, she finally understood some of the high-end places of the Imperial Capital.

For example, the top entertainment center, the Golden Song Promenade, and the blue waterfront on the moat...

These are the places where money and beauty are piled up.

Feng Chu nodded: "It is rumored that this customer is very generous, but I have not touched this company, I don't know how their corporate culture is, will not do something unclean. In short, I will go first, I will help you to check it out. Money, we have to earn, scale, we have to grasp."

Her phoenix artists will never do anything that has no lower limit for money. Like some small models who are eager to go up, they will shoot some small advertisements and small movies that are out of touch.

Her positioning for Xiao Qiao is the shadow of the future of the empire.

Be sure to create a professional image for Xiao Qiao!

After Feng Chu finished Yun Qiao, he left.

She went back to the company for a while and then went to the bathroom to draw a light makeup.

She doesn't really like dressing up, but makeup is a basic business etiquette and has to be done.

In the past, she was a broker with many resources. Naturally, she didn't have to cater to too many rules of business. But now, she has nothing to do with it. Only Xiao Qiao, for the future of Xiao Qiao, she can't let any one. A precious opportunity slipped away.

Feng Chu finished the makeup and looked at his clothes.

Her home was sealed up, and there were only two simple suits, a thin coat, and a rotation.

At the moment, this white shirt and black trousers on the body are particularly faint.

Thinking about it, Feng Chu returned to the office drawer and pulled out a scarf.

That was what she got from the company's party draw a few years ago, not worth it.

In the past, she was a big lady, and she did not take this gift silk scarf as a thing.

But at this moment, this worthless brand of small silk scarves played a big role - Feng Chu removed the belt, changed into a silk scarf, passed through the waist of the trousers, made a silk scarf belt And tied a random tassel on the side waist.

White and black trousers, the middle of the ink style is dotted with the scarves of the bauble petals, which is so matched by her, very harmonious and bright.

When she walked out of the bathroom, even the rather rather mean female colleague couldn’t help but whisper: "Is Feng Chu not poor? How can I buy new pants? It’s pretty good..."

After the door of Wang Chunhua's office.

Wang Chunhua saw her at the tip of her eye and sneered aloud: "Hey, dressed up like this demon, go to find a man to talk about business and sponsor it?"

Feng Chu is not humble and contemptuous, faintly counterattack: "Why must I find a man to talk about business? This is the same successful business woman in the world, can cooperate with women, why is it a man? Wang Chunhua, is it that you are used to Bajie men, used to face If you talk to your body about business, will you have such a self-conscious idea?"