Wen Qiao helplessly responded, "Who else could it be?"
Jiang Yao let out another scream, her whole body almost plastered to the door, "You’re going to shoot an advertisent for ES, does that an you’re going to be their spokesperson?"
"Nothing’s confird yet," Wen Qiao didn’t want to speak too definitively, "Fu Jinghen just said he wants to go back and shoot briefly to see how it goes. There’s no certainty that I’ll secure the endorsent."
Jiang Yao imdiately flattered her, "That’s okay, you’ll definitely do great."
"Although I’m touched by the confidence you have in , but—" Wen Qiao leaned on the washstand absently tapping the ceramic tiles with her fingers, "can you let take a shower first? With you sticking to the door, I feel like I’m being spied on."
"Oh, oh," Jiang Yao bounced back sharply upon hearing that, "You go ahead and shower first."
She was now inclined to treat Wen Qiao almost like a revered ancestor, naturally agreeing to whatever she said.
With her mood from earlier swept away, she humd a song and left the bathroom.
What about later? She still had an age advantage over Wen Qiao by being born a few years earlier. Now that her Qiaoqiao was rising, Jiang Wei still had to step aside.
Listening to the faint lyrics of "Today is a good day" passing through the door, Wen Qiao shook her head helplessly.
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The collaboration between ES brand and FS had been in discussion since the beginning of the year, with their brand director visiting personally several tis for onsite inspections.
Business people always sought to maximize their interests; Fu Jinghen and ES’s CEO were no exception, both sides tense for a long ti, showing no signs of yielding.
But Fu Jinghen was not anxious at all.
It was inevitable for ES to establish itself in the market of Hua Country, and Jingcui Mall was their best, optimum, and only choice. If ES were willing to cooperate with another company over a few percentage points, thereby degrading their brand, that would be another story.
Psychological warfare was exhausting, and eventually, ES’s side could no longer sit still. This ti, ES’s president, design director, and market manager specially flew to Jiang City to discuss cooperation with Fu Jinghen, showing full sincerity.
Three people sat on each side of the spacious solid wood table.
On one side was FS Group, led by Fu Jinghen, and on the other were representatives from ES.
ES’s president, Armand, who was half Hua Country by descent, had a Chinese mother and was nad Gu Yi. He had blond hair and blue eyes, but his facial features were much softer, yet the shrewdness in his eyes was undiminished.
As the contract was opened to the last page in front of him, he picked up a pen but suddenly paused just before signing his na, and looked across at the composed Fu Jinghen, "Fu, are you really unwilling to compromise even a bit?"
His Chinese pronunciation was not very standard and lacked fluency, perhaps because he hadn’t been studying it for long.
Fu Jinghen offered a faint smile, "If President Gu isn’t ready to decide, I can wait a bit longer."
Hearing this, Gu Yi sighed, signed his na on the contract, and muttered, "Truly a ruthless capitalist, never taking a loss."
The secretary at his side, hearing this, tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "President Gu, don’t forget, you’re a capitalist too."
Gu Yi: "..."
Embarrassed.
He had indeed forgotten.
After the contract was signed, the cooperation between ES and FS was finally settled.
"Fu, pleasure doing business with you."
Fu Jinghen reached out to shake Gu Yi’s hand, "Pleasure doing business."
As they withdrew their hands, the severity at the negotiation table vanished. Gu Yi’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, "Fu, I’d like to et the spokesperson we’ve chosen."
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