She never expected that the only two actors who had threatened her in recent years were all brought out by Sang Yanqing.
In order to prevent more troubles from happening in the future, she will find a way to make Sang Yanqing disappear this time.
However, she had already tested Si Fuqing twice.
One time was yesterday when she deliberately scratched her cheongsam with a nail when Si Fuqing passed by.
One time was on the red carpet today when she wanted to deliberately make Si Fuqing look embarrassed.
This was used to destroy Si Fuqing's public image, further suppress his endurance, and finally force him to commit suicide step by step.
It's a pity that I failed to succeed both times.
Instead, she suffered bad luck.
A little girl under twenty years old, quite articulate.
Greta took a sip of red wine, put down the glass, and said calmly: "Tomorrow President RM is going to inspect the headquarters. You prepare your things and I will go."
She must plant the seeds of fear in Si Fuqing's heart as soon as possible.
**
Here, Emeka has just returned to the RM headquarters building to discuss salary increases.
"It's like this, Mr. Emeka, we think your performance is excellent, and we have decided to triple your salary." The director said, "But I hope you can design a complete dress with the elements of Daxia.
Including crowns, necklaces, bracelets, etc.”
"No problem!" Emeka waved his hand, "RM is my home, I will do whatever you ask me to do."
What Lan is and what an idol is, he has forgotten them all.
Director: "..."
Emeka looked at his final salary with satisfaction: "Are there any other requirements?"
"This is a birthday gift prepared by our husband for the young lady." The director wiped his sweat and added, "This is also the second birthday he has spent with the young lady. We must take it seriously."
Emeka was a little surprised: "Sir, aren't you married yet?"
He has never met the president of RM, but according to his estimation, he must be quite old.
You have to be fifty years old, otherwise how can you build a huge fashion empire like RM?
The director shook his head: "Everything still depends on the lady's wishes."
"I understand." Emeka nodded and said, "I will definitely live up to your trust, sir."
"Tomorrow, Mr. Emeka will bring the lady to the headquarters." The director smiled, "At that time, Mr. Emeka can design according to the overall style of the lady."
Emeka responded one by one.
At the same time, he was also a little curious in his heart as to who the future wife of RM CEO was.
**
the next day.
In November, Glen has entered the early winter, the weather has turned cooler and the wind is blowing.
Si Fuqing left the hotel through the back door, and she jumped down the steps: "Brother Ninth."
Yu Xiheng hugged her.
He let her hug his waist, then wrapped her in his coat and asked in a low voice: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
"It's okay." Si Fuqing rubbed his broad chest, "It's so warm. It's still useful in healing you."
She treated him for a year, and his coldness disappeared.
Unlike when she first saw him, his whole body was as cold as ice.
Xiaobai was also lying comfortably in his pocket, holding the gold brick in his four little paws and gnawing on it.
Yu Xiheng smiled slightly.
He raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Hand warmer?"
"No." She corrected him, "It's a big warm baby."
"Let's go." Yu Xiheng said, "I've hired a designer to take you over to have a look."
Si Fuqing's foxy eyes suddenly lit up: "Shall I design a dress for you too?"
"No need." Yu Xiheng smiled and sighed, "You have a good rest, which is more important than anything else."
Si Fuqing sighed, but she had already made up her mind.
Winter is coming, and she can just sew him a winter coat by hand.
She has always only been involved in design. After sending the design drawings to Gu Wenzhu, Lan's workshop will start making the clothes.
The last time she made clothes with her own hands was to weave a dragon robe for Emperor Yin.
Going forward is sewing clothes for Ye Turning the Tide, Lu Qingning and Yu Huixue.
I did it for my idol, so of course my boyfriend can’t treat me badly.
The two of them walked out along the path to the parking lot.
Thirty minutes later, the car arrived at RM headquarters.
"Mr. Yu, is this Miss Si?" The director immediately stepped forward to greet her, "Mr. Emeka is already waiting above."
Yu Xiheng held her hand: "Let's go there."
In the design room, Emeka is sitting at ease.
After the door opened, he immediately stood up, straightened his tie, and then stepped forward.
When he saw Yu Xiheng, he was stunned for a moment and stammered: "First of all, sir, you are so young!"
The man has a face that confuses all living beings. He looks to be only in his early twenties, but he has an air of calmness about him that is difficult for ordinary people to match.
Yu Xiheng smiled: "Hello, my surname is Yu."
Emeka was flattered: "Mr. Yu, you're too polite. I wonder if that lady..."
Behind him, Si Fuqing looked over and greeted Emeka with a smile: "Mr. Emeka, we meet again."
Emeka: “…”
Who is he, where is he, and what is he doing?
Emeka looked at Si Fuqing with blank eyes.
In just two days, he suffered two serious blows.
It took a long time before Emeka found her voice: "Si, Miss Si?!"
The lady the director mentioned was his idol?!
So RM and Lan are actually the same family?
Emeka waited for three full minutes before finally regaining his composure.
He said with a serious expression: "I will definitely make this dress the most precious design in my life, and it will definitely satisfy Miss Si."
He looked calm on the outside, but he was already dancing wildly on the inside.
He is going to design clothes for idols!
"Sir." The director came over, hurriedly said a few words in Yu Xiheng's ear, and then said, "Waiting for your instructions."
Yu Xiheng raised his head and looked at Si Fuqing.
Si Fuqing waved to him: "You go and do your work, I'll go down and take a look around."
"Well, wait for me." Yu Xiheng said, "If you hurry up, we can have dinner together later."
She blinked: "Okay."
He left with the director.
Emeka has entered into a feverish working state and started writing furiously.
Si Fuqing went downstairs.
This is her first time coming to RM headquarters.
On the first floor are exhibition cabinets for various new products.
Si Fuqing took out a bracelet from the counter and tried it on.
"Ouch!" Xiaobai finished chewing the gold bricks, smelled the smell of gold again, and was about to jump out excitedly.
"Shut up, you prodigal son!" Si Fuqing ruthlessly pressed the dog's buttocks, "You are more edible than a pig."
Xiaobai suddenly wilted.
The voice of "Welcome" came from the door.
A waiter came forward: "Countess Greta."
"Miss Si, we meet again." Greta walked directly towards Si Fuqing.
She smiled slightly, showing her elegance: "You are here to participate in the annual evaluation of the spokesperson, right? Is it going well?"
Si Fuqing also pinched Xiaobai's ears.
She raised her head and looked over calmly with squinted fox eyes.
"You are the spokesperson of RM. The spokesperson is only chosen by capital. You can change it if you want." Greta took two more steps forward and whispered, "But I am different from you. I am capital itself. You can't change it if you want."
It’s still far behind me.”
"Do you know why the music director chose you for his movie? It's just because you are young and from Daxia, but your ability is too poor. If you don't win the Grain Award next year, wouldn't it ruin the music director's brand?
"
Si Fuqing responded perfunctorily: "Well, you are right."
Xiaobai groaned.
The dog owner started to behave badly again.
Greta frowned.
What's going on?
Why is Si Fuqing completely unaffected by her?
Could it be that her mental interference with Si Fuqing was completely useless?
Greta looked at the girl carefully, doubts growing in her brows.
She could be sure that Si Fuqing was an ordinary person.
Greta also took out a necklace, and she was about to break it with her hands.
At this moment, a sharp shout sounded.
"What are you doing! Who asked you to move?!"
Greta was very calm, and her smile widened: "Si Fuqing, you said that you maliciously destroyed RM's products. Will your identity as a spokesperson be cancelled?"
In a matter of words, the director had already hurried over.
Greta looked surprised: "Director."
The director ignored her completely and looked at the girl nervously: "Miss Si, are you okay?"
As Greta's eyes gradually solidified, Si Fuqing raised his eyes and said, "It's okay. She's causing trouble. Send her out."
Where did this idiot come from to play tricks in front of her and interfere with the lowest spirit.
If the evolutionary bloodline is used for this kind of thing, it is considered hopeless.
Greta didn't say anything. She bit her lip and looked at the director pitifully.
However, the result this time was not what she expected.
"Miss Si is the spokesperson of RM. RM protects all the rights and interests of Miss Si." The director said coldly, "Security, please leave Miss Greta."
Greta's expression was slightly broken.
What's going on? Is her mental interference completely useless?
Last time, the director was very respectful to her and said that when President RM comes, he will introduce her to her.
"Starting from today, RM will no longer lend you any ready-made clothes or jewelry, and you have no right to purchase any RM products." The director raised his hand and said coldly, "Please."
"..."
Greta did not expect this development at all.
She took a deep breath: "I am your big customer!"
"The few stocks you have are really not enough." The director smiled, "You can withdraw at any time, it really doesn't matter."
Greta's face was ashen and her smile could no longer be maintained.
"If you don't lend it, don't lend it! You RM are not the only ones in the fashion industry." Greta's expression finally cooled down, "You guys are short-sighted and narrow-minded, and will fall sooner or later. If you have the ability, you won't even let me lend it to you!"
RM and Lan are actually in a competitive relationship, and she doesn't want to continue promoting RM.
Since RM personally pushed her to his opponent, there is no need for her to be merciful!
The director frowned.
Si Fuqing threw the Coke can in his hand and said casually: "They can't do it, but I can."
