Lu Jiyuan's work schedule is very tight, and then there is a cross-border meeting with Europe.
All the participants, without exception, were severely criticized by Lu Jiyuan again.
He never talks much, and he doesn't necessarily use words to attack people.
Just a cold and distant look will make people have self-doubt: Am I worthy of being here? My IQ and ability seem to make me pack up and leave?
Ren Xingyu came to GT Group to find Lu Jiyuan.
"Brother Yuan, have you been in a bad mood lately? All your executives came here to complain, saying that their boss is inhumane."
Of course it's not a real complaint.
That is to say, some senior executives knew that Ren Xingyu and Lu Jiyuan had a good relationship, and hoped that Ren Xingyu could come to inquire about the information and find out whether one of them had offended Mr. Lu, which made Mr. Lu so angry.
Lu Jiyuan raised his eyelids indifferently, "Are you very free?"
"Just leisurely." Ren Xingyu sat down on the chair opposite Lu Jiyuan uninvited, "After all, if you can't take a break openly and openly, you will lose the fun of being a boss."
He paused and added, "Forget that you don't understand this kind of fun."
Lu Jiyuan didn't have much patience, "Just get out if nothing happens."
It means, if you have something to say, just say it.
"Are you having a conflict with your sister-in-law? Hermès has released two new rare leather bags. Women like these things, so it's easy to get them settled!" Ren Xingyu said.
Lu Jiyuan raised his eyes and looked at him.
Hermès?
I'm afraid it's not as effective as the milk tea that costs more than ten yuan a cup on the street.
Ren Xingyu was a little flustered by the silent and oppressive eyes, and betrayed his informant without mercy: "Yi Jiu said you and your sister-in-law were at odds! No, my sister-in-law seems to have a good temper. Brother, what are you doing?
Are you just making people unhappy? Just tell me and I can help you find a solution?"
Why did he make people unhappy?
Lu Jiyuan raised his chin towards the door, indicating that Ren Xingyu could get out.
Ren Xingyu curled his lips, made an "ok" gesture, and said, "Go away."
Sure enough, emotional issues are the most difficult to deal with. If I had known better, he wouldn't be such a gossip.
The office is quiet.
Lu Jiyuan opened the drawer on his right, and inside were two invitations to the auction.
He called Yi Jiu.
"Tell Sheng Wantang that you will accompany me to an auction tonight."
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The entrance of the hospital.
"Auction?" Sheng Wantang looked at the dress Yi Jiu sent but did not accept it, "I don't have time."
It means to refuse.
Yi Jiu still maintained the posture of delivering the large flat box of dresses with both hands.
"Madam, Mrs. Sheng's condition has stabilized. The fourth master has also notified the Sheng family to come and take care of her. You can leave with peace of mind. In addition, whether it is your status as a cooperating stylist of gt or Mrs. Lu, the fourth master can invite
You attend."
This has two meanings.
First, Mr. and Mrs. Shengkun are coming soon. If you don’t leave, you will have to face those people. How disgusting. Second, if you don’t cooperate, I will threaten you as a co-stylist.
Sheng Wantang almost laughed out of anger, "Lu Jiyuan has trained you well."
Yi Jiu felt his scalp numb, and he always had a premonition that he would be resented and retaliated against.
He could only pretend not to understand Sheng Wantang's sarcasm, nodded and said, "Mrs., you are too flattering."
A Bentley with a familiar license plate drove up not far away.
It's Sheng Kun's car.
Sheng Wantang frowned, he didn't expect the Sheng family to arrive so quickly!
She really doesn't want to see this family, but grandma... I'm afraid she wants to see her biological son even more now, right?
"I don't like the designer of this dress." Sheng Wantang opened the dress box, took a look at it, and put it back. She didn't even raise her chin, but it gave people a feeling of pride and arrogance.
If you don’t like the designer, naturally you won’t like this dress.
This year's new haute couture design designed by the chief executive of L family, a hard-to-find limited edition, was replaced by "I don't like it" in this person's mouth.
Yi Jiu immediately understood what she meant and said calmly: "Winter's boss has a good relationship with Fourth Master. Madam can choose now."
Winter is one of the best styling studios in the imperial capital. On weekdays, it only receives top ladies and a few movie queens.
…
Winter Style Studio is located in a small Western-style building in the city center, with a "close" sign hanging at the door.
close, suspend business.
Yi Jiu took Sheng Wan Tang directly through the door and walked upstairs. What greeted him was a handsome young man of mixed race in his early twenties, with granny gray hair and avant-garde fashion.
"This is Xi Ruier." Yi Jiu said Grandma Hui's name without further introduction.
Because Sheng Wantang is engaged in image design, she is naturally very aware of Cyril's identity - the leading designer among the younger generation. At the age of twenty-five, he has won various awards and is regarded as the world of personal styling by the fashion industry.
's future.
Cyril was very familiar with him and made a gentleman's salute to Sheng Wantang, "Miss, you can choose any dress here. What style do you like? I am willing to serve the beauty!"
"No, thank you." Sheng Wantang raised her hand to refuse, "I can do it myself."
Sheng Wantang doesn't like how others dress her up. She is a stylist herself and can completely create a look that she is satisfied with and comfortable with.
In less than an hour, Sheng Wantang arranged a comfortable and decent look for herself.
When Lu Jiyuan arrived at the styling room, the woman was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the busy traffic on the road outside. She was wearing a dreamy purple gradient dress, and her hair was done in simple curls. Most of it was held loosely and lazily on the left side, and
Elegant and convenient.
That extremely delicate little face was only lightly painted with makeup, without any overly delicate makeup, but it was just right to make her look beautiful and cold, giving people a feeling that could only be seen from a distance.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a lot of traffic and people coming and going, a gathering place for impetuousness and worldliness. Among the luxury and decadence, only the woman stood quietly, slim and isolated from the world.
Lu Jiyuan remembered what he had heard about Sheng Wantang from the second generation in the circle:
She is independent.
It is also a human delusion.
"Miss, you are simply the muse given to us by God! Not only are you beautiful, but you also have first-class aesthetics and taste. You simplify the complex and display the four words of low-key elegance to the fullest!" Cyril's eyes glowed.
Looking at Sheng Wantang, he seemed to have seen some treasure, "Miss, can I get your mobile phone number? Can I also use WeChat? This will be my greatest honor!"
Lu Jiyuan frowned displeased.
"Sir." Yi Jiu was the first to see Lu Jiyuan.
Sheng Wantang turned around when he heard the sound and saw Lu Jiyuan wearing an iron-gray haute couture suit sitting in a wheelchair with a stern face. He looked her up and down, showing no emotion.