After Becoming a Little Sister

"No, why are you still waiting for people in the management post?"

"Then you have to ask the person above, why is he rushing around to serve her?"

"But Song's Heavy Industry, the name should be Song. Miss Ai belongs to the family?"

"Perhaps a daughter-in-law?"

"The domineering president is in love with me?"

"Then the son of the Song family is really willing to..."

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"This plane belongs to my Lotus."

Aliya sat in front of the dining table, slurping noodles with fried sauce, without raising her head, she just pointed to the cabin roof with chopsticks: "My passenger plane is equipped with wifi directly connected to the satellite network, you can use it as you like, you don't need it. polite."

"...Miss Ai, what happened before was really a misunderstanding."

"I said, use it as you like, beg for mercy - it's time."

Aliya put down the bowl, and swung the alarm clock next to her to the front. The alarm clock jumped up and rang with a 'ding--'.

The six-hour countdown has already passed half an hour.

The head maid beside him with a gold edge skillfully changed the napkin, placed another cup of tea, put away the plate and stood aside.

Sister Hua sat on the sofa not far away, hung up the phone helplessly, and looked at Alia: "Miss Ai, someone wants to chat with you again."

"I can't chat, I accidentally dropped my phone and lost contact." Aliya took a sip of tea, one ring after another.

Although in theory you can directly call her here, except for the little friends, there are only those big bosses, but since she went down to the circle for vacation, there are still some people who know about it vaguely, begging for mercy or asking about the situation Even the intelligence analysis department of the Ninth Bureau wanted to hear her opinion.

But now I can't get in touch, so I am anxious and afraid, but I don't know how big the matter is.

——You are angry, it is easy to beat and scold people, why bother to throw that lifeblood?

Aliya sat back with tea. "How are the children doing now?"

The head maid inlaid with gold rims held up the plate and covered her mouth with a smile. She always felt that she was just looking at Ms. Ai, calling those boys and girls who were a few years and a few months younger than her children. It was strange for Coke. She only raised her eyebrows after laughing. He replied: "It's all settled. A few girls were frightened and prepared ginger soup to sweat. They should be fine."

"Playing charts, controlling the field, fighting gangsters, driving dozens of trumpets to exhaustion, worrying about your endorsement to increase sales, going up to please the money owner's father, going down to Amway everywhere, you are on a variety show, Fans who went to watch your show have to give presents to the host with a shy face, and they have to sell you for borrowing money, so they almost didn’t go to the online loan. In the end, they didn’t feel grateful at all, and just took it for granted..."

"It's not an exaggeration for such a fan to kneel down and call you mother!" Alia said, but she became more and more annoyed: "In the end, you want people's money and at the same time ruin their bodies. What kind of circle can support your supercilious eyes?" Wolves! Dog-like things!"

She picked up the teacup in her hand, and smashed her head directly on the head of the fashionable man sitting on the opposite side with his neck curled up, and the slightly hot tea drenched him all over.

Then there was another burst of screams. The fashionable man originally only dared to sit on the chair with his buttocks half-stretched, and the tea that was smashed in the face fell to the ground on the spot.

Shouting tremblingly, with a high-pitched voice, no trace of blood can be seen, only infinite cowering and weakness.

Aliya snorted a dissatisfied nasal sound, and sat back again: "It's just those children, who still believe that you big men in their thirties will be a white lotus flower that is ignorant of the world, pure and flawless, and unstained from mud..."

As a banlangen that can cure all diseases, Aliya said that there can only be one white lotus in the world, the lotus of her own, and the others are fake.

Although my own lotus is not really white, but these guys on the opposite side count as one, and they are all black with dirty hearts...

Chen Sheng's face was a little ashamed, he didn't understand, and he didn't quite understand what Alia was going to do.

If it's just to see them unhappy, then they have to admit it no matter what this time.

The other side wants money and people, and someone wants background and background. It’s not a big deal to admit it. When it grew wildly more than 20 years ago, there were many things in the circle where seemingly beautiful stars were bullied by the locals. It is not uncommon for a big star to go to a small place to perform commercially and be detained.

There were even some unspoken rules back then, for example, if you go to the north and you have an accident, you can go to Zhao Tieling, if you want to talk to the south, you can ask Long Ge, and so on.

And in the future, in the face of all kinds of bossy fathers stationed in a strong way, idol stars are not unattainable existences, they are more like tool people with added commodity attributes. Qian's eldest lady's posture, so the one who knelt there at the beginning should be the fashionable man himself.

In the final analysis, whether it is a star or an actor, the social status is far lower than what the fans see through the filter. It is the current treatment that is surrounded by capital and hype. To put it harshly, sister Hua who is sitting not far away He was also one of the original instigators.

Back then, she was also a new force fighting for better treatment for the artists under her. She was teased that she even had to worry about the temperature of the hot water in the hotel.

Chen Sheng tried his best to show his most sincere attitude, wanting to admit defeat: "As long as Ms. Ai can calm down, it's fine. If you think we have done something wrong, we will definitely change it, and we will change it immediately."

"If you break the law, it's useful to admit your mistake, so what do you need the police for?"

"But we—"

"Tired, let's go down..."

Alia's legs turned sideways, and she changed into a lying posture of a noble concubine, propping her forehead with one hand, closing her eyes and meditating.

The head maid with gold trim carefully covered her little one with a soft blanket, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and then raised her hand to lead the way.

"Both of you, please come to the meeting room and wait. We also have any electronic equipment needed to communicate with the outside world. We also have preparations for cross-border long-distance global communication tools."

Sister Hua stood up, wanting to give one last word of persuasion, in case the earthquake strikes, no matter the enemy or us, everything will be taken care of in one pot.

However, the head maid with gold trim had already raised her hand to her lips, and said in a low voice, "Ms. Wang, Missy is tired, please let her have a rest."

"But...wouldn't that be a little too much?"

"Getting angry hurts the liver. What happened today, my young lady may need to be raised for a long time to recover."

"What about the phone number here?" Sister Hua was also very helpless, the circle was so big, some calls came around several times, she really couldn't help it.

"Since my lady said no, then of course she won't. If there is any contact you can't decline, Ms. Wang, please pass it on to me."

"...what's your name?"

"It's good to call me prestige--I'm currently in full charge of Song's heavy industry investment projects in the cultural and entertainment industry, and I should be able to help you share some of it, Ms. Wang."

"..."

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"Manager Huang, I heard that you have been released to the outside world recently. One of the border officials?"

At the wine table, a few "successful people" who seemed to be very wealthy frequently persuaded them to drink: "Manager Huang is going to show his skills!"

"Oh, where is it." Manager Huang was very modest, raised his glass and took a sip: "It's all the fund's decision. I'm just a pawn and dare not take credit for it."

Good guy, a pawn with a cash flow in units of [-] million, and it is said that this is only the first wave. What is a wealth of money?

Everyone's expressions became more and more enthusiastic. They all knew that a good relationship with Manager Huang would definitely bring great benefits.

Don't look at the big manufacturers and labels boasting that they have invested hundreds of millions or tens of millions. If they really let them spend so much real money, it would be a daydream.

In many cases, there are discounts and deductions of one kind or another. For example, for Ayouteng’s platform investment, the advertising space counts as money, right?Channel counts money, right?Your own IP or the reputation of the platform must also be considered a big bonus, right?

For a project of [-] million yuan, under the banner of the label, the platform resources account for the majority. How much cash do you have for other bits and pieces?

It's not like Manager Huang, who looks like a fool with a lot of money at first glance, but he almost didn't put a sign on his forehead with the words "be kind and generous" written on it.

"When Manager Huang is here, the project will be completed! Manager Huang will take office - and the profits will come!"

Everyone cheered and toasted happily, and the air was full of passionate atmosphere.

Manager Huang's eyes were hidden behind the glasses, his pupils were slightly cold, he just watched while sipping his wine, but looking through the glasses, he seemed enthusiastic.

To be able to get to this point, and to transfer tens of billions to hundreds of billions of projects under his control, if he really didn't understand his own position, he would have disappeared long ago.

"Eat and drink well, everyone. I'll arrange an impromptu show for you later! I have a group of artists under my command—sorry, answer the phone."

A successful person sitting on the side stopped talking, took out his mobile phone, tilted his head back and squinted his eyes, and then put it to his ear to connect.

After half a minute of responding, he hung up the phone with a slightly subtle expression, put down his glass, and looked at Manager Huang.

"Manager Huang, I don't know...do you know Ms. Zhu?"

"Which Ms. Zhu?"

"Ms. Zhu from the Guanglai Group is the Guanglai Studios—the one who has a cooperative relationship with Huayi."

"Oh—I have an impression, what's the matter?" Manager Huang put down his glass politely: "Is it Ms. Zhu who has any instructions?"

"No, no, it seems... there is a misunderstanding. Ms. Zhu has a cultural company and an artist named Fan."

"Mr. Fan, well, I know." Manager Huang nodded again and again: "I also like his works very much, for example—cough, I like it very much."

Because there are no works, everyone knows that this is just a polite remark, just like having admired a famous name for a long time.

The man thought about his choice of words: "It seems that this Mr. Fan has had a little conflict with the artists on Manager Huang's side."

"...This may be a real misunderstanding. We don't have art here yet—" Manager Huang picked up the wine glass and put it down again: "Wait a minute, are you sure?"

"There is no artist? I guess I made a mistake?"

"No, not at all, there is one—but only this one at the moment."

"Don't know what to call it?"

"Miss Ai, you have just set foot in this industry, and there are no works out yet."

"That's it. It is said that there was a little conflict at the airport, and it was a bit unpleasant. Now Ms. Zhu's meaning is that I want everyone to have a cup of tea and make peace. Ms. Zhu's posture is very low, saying yes I want to pour tea for you, Manager Huang, and admit your mistake."

"..."

Manager Huang pursed his lips, his eyes flickered, and he didn't respond for a while.

Just as the successful man wanted to ask, Manager Huang raised his head and looked at him seriously: "If Ms. Zhu asked you to choose one side, which side would you choose?"

This reaction makes everyone unable to understand, what's wrong?

Even if there are conflicts among the artists under him, it has nothing to do with their level.

It's like when your cattle come over and beat my sheep, and the beast is angry, so it's not possible for the cattle and sheep farmers to directly enmity with each other even if they don't agree with each other, right?

"...No, Mr. Huang, is there something I don't know?"

"I can't say, I just ask, if you were asked to choose, how would you choose?"

"This--"

"Please help me reply to Ms. Zhu, this matter, I don't count, and she doesn't count, when will it start, because I don't want to ask and dare not ask, everyone invites me to eat this meal and drink This glass of wine, let me repay you with a word—”

Manager Huang picked up the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, then turned the glass around to signal that he was done.

"When and how this matter will end, Ms. Ai has the final say, and only she can have the final say, there is no other possibility."

"..."

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