Chapter 8

The new apartment is far less luxurious than Tianshui villa.

However, the decoration is fine and the daily necessities are all available.

Gu Weiwei cleaned the room, tidied up her luggage and couldn't wait to take a bath.

Remove the over mature and old-fashioned makeup, and change into a simple T-shirt and jeans.

At the age of 18, muwei is full of collagen.

The skin is as delicate as porcelain, the eyebrows and eyes are delicate and beautiful, the lips are as delicate as cherry blossom, and the beauty is unique to girls.

Put such a beautiful face, but listen to Meng Ruya's suggestion to make it as gaudy and old-fashioned as a nightclub hostess.

How big is the pit of Mu Wei's brain?

After a day's rest in her new home, she couldn't bear to make a big wave back into her straight hair and purchase some daily clothes and supplies.

Just after shopping and returning to the apartment, old lady Fu called to ask her to find mingzongyuan she met that day to help.

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Fu Group, headquarters building.

Fu Shiqin, vice president, sent the Wilson couple back to the hotel. When they returned to the company, they were so angry that they scratched their hearts and lungs.

"Why are these two couples so difficult? We have made the biggest concession. What else do you want?"

Mr. and Mrs. Wilson arrived in China yesterday, but the meeting had been held for two days, and the cooperation had not been finalized.

This is tens of billions of business, but also related to the development of Fu's group in s country.

Once it turns yellow, the loss is too great.

"Isn't it possible for Minglao to go there?" Fu Hanzheng's eyebrows are set.

Yesterday, Mrs. Wilson asked about the painting by prian, which seems to be the key.

Fu Shiqin sighed anxiously and said directly.

"That old man is just like the smelly stone. I almost didn't kneel down and call him Grandpa. I wouldn't agree to give up a picture."

It's just a picture. I really don't know what's good-looking. They all want to see it.

Fu Hanzheng pinched his eyebrows and said, "I'm going to order some tea tomorrow."

The plan of cooperation with Wilson group has also been prepared by Fu Group for a long time. There must be no problem.

"I don't think he will give it to us even if you call for his father." Fu Shiqin curled his mouth.

Just as they were so worried, Meng Ruya went to the 19th floor with her face a little haggard and said happily.

"President Fu, he has already talked about Minglao."

"Really?" Fu Shiqin stood up excitedly.

Meng Ruya smiled and nodded, "Minglao promised to sell a painting of Pulian, and invited the Wilson couple to his house to see his private collection."

Fu Hanzheng nodded. "Tomorrow afternoon, you can go back to have a rest."

About because it has been consumed in the old side of the Ming Dynasty, Meng Ruya's makeup is a little haggard, and the black circles are out.

"I'll stay with you tomorrow. You guys are in business. Mrs. Wilson has to have a girl to talk with."

Fu Hanzheng thought a little and said.

"Go back to rest today, and work hard for another day tomorrow."

Meng Ruya smiled happily and left the president's office.

Fu Shiqin touched his chin and muttered curiously.

"How on earth did she talk about the old man? It's clear that the old man wouldn't agree with us."

He also went to the Ming family several times in the past two days, and his mouth skin was worn. The old man of Ming Zongyuan said that he would not sell a painting.

Ruya deserves to be the manager of the public relations department. All the people who are so difficult to handle have been dealt with.