Outside the house, the three members of the Mu family greeted the guests to take their seats. Small music was playing and the scene was very lively.
Liu Limao took the stage and read out the procedures for today's celebration.
The fashion show is divided into three steps: the model catwalk - reporters taking photos of the models and the models taking photos in front of each promotional display board - the communication between the guests, which is commonly known as the order time.
Mu Jing sat next to Commander Tan to accompany the guests, while Mu Fu watched the progress of the models without missing a beat.
"Now we invite the head of Mu's enterprise to read the celebration speech." After Liu Limao finished speaking, he directly pulled Mu Jing back to the emcee's desk.
I was busy, but I still felt a little unhappy when I saw my elder brother looking so leisurely.
You don't need to think about it to know that this is Liu Limao's prank.
Originally, the show only required a final speech, and this was an itinerary that had been discussed long ago.
Mu Fu stood aside and couldn't help laughing as he looked at his elder brother's confused look.
"Brother, just say a few words. I'll go see how the female classmates are dressing up."
She entered the house and looked at their dressed faces, which looked completely different from their previous appearance.
Mu Fu discovered something different among these people. Their faces were tense and they were all extremely nervous.
"Female students, we have never walked on the catwalk, so don't be nervous. Except for Miss Butterfly, everyone here is a novice." Mu Fu smiled and continued to cheer them up.
"After the emcee removes the host's microphone, we will come one by one. As you have seen, the stage is vertical. After entering the stage, we form two teams, and the people in front of us can walk at a distance apart.
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"What should I do if I sprain my foot?" A foreign female classmate expressed everyone's concerns. If there was a stage failure, it would embarrass Mu, which would have the opposite effect.
"My ankle is sprained. Let's stand up and keep walking." Mu Fu burst out laughing: "Is it possible that all the managers of Mu's Enterprise are cannibals? Can't we just keep the ones who make mistakes and give them a beating?"
Her words completely relaxed everyone's nervousness.
"That's fine. Don't feel any psychological burden when you leave."
"That's it, wait a minute. Sister will take the lead, you can just follow." Miss Butterfly looked at their timid appearance and found it very interesting.
"You are such a wonderful person, you actually thought of doing this to promote the sales of domestic products." She covered her mouth and smiled happily.
"I don't know if it's wonderful or not. Anyway, I have a lot of cloth and I'm not short of money. It's a pity that such good cloth is unsaleable. It's better to have a fashion show. If it can't be sold at home, is it possible that it can't be seen abroad?"
Mu Fu then joked: "Whenever something happens, we have to walk through the stage, and then we can solve it together."
"good."
After hearing the last sentence from the eldest brother, Mu Fu gave Manager Bai a wink: The models can go on stage.
"Okay, girls, it's time for our performance. Let's go to both sides of the stage in batches."
With Mu Fu's order, dozens of models appeared one after another beside the stage and prepared.
"If you didn't see this as a fashion show, you would look like an old madam." After they finished walking, Cai'er joked.
"Good sister, I'm tired. Go and have a look quickly, I'm really worried about an accident." Mu Fu relaxed, pulled up a chair, and sat down directly.
"Although Brother Li and my eldest brother are doing most of the work today, I feel tired just standing there for a while."
"No way, Miss, there are a lot of things to do. The entire scene, except for the table, was all decorated by you." Steward Bai said cheerfully: "How about I bring you some food to replenish your strength?"
"No, I'm just going to take a break. It makes no sense that I'm eating before the guests have eaten."
Cai'er took out a candy from his pocket: "Then let's replenish the sugar first."
Gradually, Mu Fu was the only one left in the room.
She leaned on the chair and lay down on the back of the chair.
Just when the chair was about to tip over, Liu Limao directly grabbed him.
"Why are you so careless? The models are still on the catwalk, performing wonderfully."
"As long as there are no mistakes, it's fine. It's just that I didn't sleep well last night and was terribly sleepy." Mu Fu yawned unconsciously: "Brother has been working really hard in recent years. I took care of the guests for him for a while. I was really tired.
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She stretched, her shoulders couldn't help but move, and she seemed to hear the sound of bones.
"When today is over, let Cai'er have a good time with you." Liu Limao laughed: "I can't handle some of those guests. They are all human beings, let alone you?"
"Well, I must be twice as kind to my eldest brother."
She nodded and was about to go to sleep when the waiter outside came to report: "The show is almost over and we have to have someone come up to summarize it."
"Let the elder brother go." Mu Fu sat upright, waited until his shoulders moved until he fell asleep, and then walked out with an impatient look on his face.
The waiter followed behind, and when she saw the guest, the lady miraculously put on a smile again.
He gave Miss Mu a thumbs up in his mind, but this matter was indeed tiring, and others might not have been able to handle it as well as she did.
After Mu Fu took the model to the center of the stage to give a speech, the female singer Zhou Xuan called out: "I have never seen the clothes of the female model No. 23 before, and I want to buy one."
"At the entrance after the meeting, there is a tailor who doesn't know which tailor's shop the clothes are in. You can register for customization. All guests on site can enjoy door-to-door customization services if they need it. As for guests who are not present, they can't enjoy it.
This is the kind of service.”
"Haha, I really like the special service provided by Mu's family today. But is Mu's the only one with such graceful and graceful girls?" The prodigal son of the Song family seemed to be a little drunk under the influence of champagne and red wine, and he started talking.
It's also overwhelming.
Mu Jing's face suddenly darkened: Is this guy trying to break the stage today?
"Young Master Song, it seems that there is some misunderstanding. The door-to-door customization service I am talking about refers to the employees of Mu's tailor shop. You seem to be thinking of finding someone with three tiles and two houses." The smile on Mu Fu's face on the stage did not change.
There was no change, but there was a chill in what she said, making other people look at this young lady with admiration.
It's hard to be the wife of the Mu family, but you can still think about being the son-in-law of the Mu family.
If your son doesn't live up to his expectations, he needs such a woman to discipline him.
Until a military commander's wife broke their fantasy: "Is it possible that all of you are staying at home? Miss Mu on the stage has been booked by Commander Tan, who of you dares to snatch her away?"
"Well...just think about this kind of thing."
"I thought about it too, but I just unconsciously used her as a reference to find a wife for my son."
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"Come here, let Mr. Song go. This is the tenth anniversary celebration and product launch of Mu Company. I don't want such words to come out of my mouth in the future." Commander Tan gave an order and led the men.
The soldiers who came took the man out directly.
After the small fight was over, the process at the scene continued.
After Mu Fu stepped down from the stage, he rolled his eyes at the people who came with the Song family, and sat down to rest alone in the room.
This time, she slept peacefully without anyone disturbing her.
I don't know how long it took, but Mu Jing and Liu Limao came into the house and called her to go home.
"Is it over so soon?" Mu Fu woke up with sleepy eyes, as if he had just come in not long ago.
"If it weren't for the curfew soon, I guess I could let you sleep a little longer." Liu Limao joked: "It's like being possessed by the god of sleep. I have slept until now. Dongzi also said that he would ask you to eat with the guests, but it turned out
Seeing you sleeping, I can't help but disturb you."
Hearing this, Mu Fu touched his belly: "Gugu——"
"You're hungry, I took the opportunity to leave some bread for you." Mu Jing took out a small loaf of bread from her suit pocket: "Crush it first, and let's go back and eat it."
She scratched her head in embarrassment: "Nothing happened at the scene afterwards."
"With Commander Tan in charge, nothing can happen. But Minister Lin beside him kept asking his eldest brother how the fashion show was so successful today. How did he know that all the people responsible for this matter were between me and him?
on the body."
The two brothers looked at her kitten eating with some helplessness.
These people are all really tired.
Originally, Uncle De was thinking of guarding them at the door until they went home before going to bed.
Mu Jing had spoken early and asked those people to rest early.
The changing room occupied by the models today is the workers' dormitory, and they are not allowed to rest after occupying it for a whole day.
The workers were also very hard today. Not only did they take turns taking care of safety issues, they also had to dismantle the tables when they were used up.
Mu Jing gave them a half-day off tomorrow so that they could have a good rest and start work on time in the afternoon.
Of course, wages are paid according to normal wages, and the workers are very happy.
After Mu Fu finished eating the bread in his hand, Cai'er and the other three got into the car in a daze.
"It's time to read the news in the newspaper tomorrow."
"Of course, according to Amao's suggestion, I left the business contact number for each reporter. After I saw the newspaper, the phone number was also on it."
"As for those foreign reporters, I left their detailed addresses and phone numbers, and we will see if their propaganda is effective." Mu Jing leaned against the car window and moved her shoulders.
"When we get home later, we'll see how much food they left. If it doesn't work, just eat whatever you want. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."
I'm so tired today that I really don't have time to pay attention to such things.
After returning home, Mu Fu fell asleep and passed out. Mu Jing could only take her sister back to the room to let her rest.
Okay, now there is one less person to eat.
Uncle De was well prepared, but they didn't have much appetite at this time. They each took out the food and took a casual bite, then went back to their rooms to rest.
They slept until dawn, and their faces were all swollen. You can imagine how tired they were yesterday.
Mu Jing was very disciplined and woke up according to her daily schedule. Liu Limao went to buy the newspaper of the day early in the morning to see how the reporters described the fashion show.
Mu Fu was sitting in front of the dressing table washing himself, yawning uncontrollably.