Cosmetics company PR

Ding Hao, a girl on stage, received a phone call. A man's very gentle and magnetic voice came out of the phone. After introducing himself concisely, he asked her to meet at a coffee shop outside the community.The girl was a little wary of this stranger who claimed to be Mr. Mi Ya's PR, but the other party's voice was really nice and his attitude was so sincere that it was hard to refuse.

Ding Hao took off his mask and sat opposite the man.There are still some bumps and redness on her face after allergies, but it is much better than the photo.Fang Fu said with a smile, looking good.

He is a handsome man with a straight nose and deep eyes, not inferior to their acting department.He squinted his eyes slightly to look at her, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was always maintained in a faint arc. The girl was unavoidably nervous, crossed her arms on her chest, and asked: What's the matter?

"I should have come to apologize." The waitress stepped forward, Fang Funong asked the girl to take an order, and said, "I just returned from the Netherlands and filmed a movie with Jeff Alberts."

"Ah? Is it Tang E's commercial?" The girl had an expression of surprise on her face. "The media is full of news that praises him. It's amazing!"

"Is Tang E your idol?"

"It's not...not an idol." This entry point is very good, the girl really let go of the stiff and repulsive posture of crossing her arms, shrugged and said, "But he is really good-looking, Chinese entertainment It is second to none in the circle, and it is reasonable to become more and more popular."

Fang Funong smiled, the words clearly came from the mouth of a fan.He didn't continue until the waitress served the girl's drink, "The 'Micro Film Festival' that you performed in mid-June will come to an end. At that time, it will be directed by Hu Xuehua, a specially appointed professor of your school, and a few other people. Well-known directors, together with sponsors, select several film awards including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor and Actress, and the winners of these awards will receive quite generous rewards, have you heard of it?"

"I know, a prize of 10 yuan." 10 yuan is nothing to a girl on stage, she politely found a way for her to step down, "I also wanted to participate in this competition, but... I accept it." When it came to the filming appointment, I considered that I might not have time to take care of both, so I finally gave up the competition.”

"No, the other three awards are trophies and bonuses, but Best Actress is not. Considering that Miya is a cosmetics brand, Miya's title sponsorship needs more realistic rewards, so we temporarily changed our strategy Let the best actress also become Mi Ya's make-up model, and film a TV series with the existing spokesperson Tang E—"

An appropriate pause, the words of Mr. PR are still far from the truth, at best they are just a beautiful vision.But the girl who was eager to become famous turned out to be frustrated, and Ding Hao repeatedly shook his head to express his regret, "If I knew I could make a film with Tang E, I would have worked hard to participate in this competition! This is far more valuable than 100 million!"

"It's not just about filming TV dramas together, Mi Ya hopes to create a couple's file. The best actress will be recommended by Tang E to the crew of his next drama, and she will play the leading role." Fang Funon smiled, seemingly abruptly. Changed the subject, "A good opportunity is always fleeting. Tell me about the drama you received, and let me analyze it for you, whether it can become a hit."

"It's not a big production, all newcomers are used, and my role is only the third female character at best. And..." the girl lowered her head, stirring the drink with a straw, "and my face hasn't healed yet, The director has already decided to change people."

"That's such a pity." Fang Funong showed a regretful expression, and suddenly smiled charmingly, "But fortunately, there is still one month left for the 'Micro Film Festival', and a short film should be shot in this time. More than enough, why don't you try it?"

"Ah...me?" The girl's eyes sparkled, then dimmed again in a blink of an eye, "but...but even if you try, you may not win the prize..."

"I can't guarantee other awards, but it is related to the brand image. The title sponsor will definitely decide on 'Best Actress'." Fang Fu Nong tilted his head slightly, and asked the other party with his eyes, "You should know the title sponsor. Who is it?"

"what do you mean……"

His fishing line and bait are all ready, waiting for the other party to bite the hook.

"What I mean is," Fang Funong put away the smile on his face, and stared straight at the girl with his deep eyes, "The popular idol who is in the sky brings a newcomer who has just entered the film industry. Opportunities that are not available.”

"Then what do you... want?"

Fang Funong leaned closer to the girl: "I want the truth."

Ding Hao seemed to be still hesitant, and said hesitantly: "I just have skin allergies, I don't know anything else..."

"Call me when you remember." Fang Funong stood up, left his business card, and pushed it in front of the girl's drink cup.He said, "But be quick, I'm impatient, and like I just said... good opportunities really don't last long."

The man turned around and left, and within a few steps, he heard the girl behind him calling him, "Wait a minute."

As expected, Fang Funong turned his head in satisfaction.

The girl finally confessed that she had never used Miya's cosmetics, and her body was prone to allergies in spring, because she was too gluttonous on a trip to the beach not long ago, which caused hives on her face and body .It was the reporter who came to her, gave her a sum of money to hide her skin problems, and insisted that it was Mi Ya's cosmetics that caused such severe allergies.

In such a short period of time, it is almost impossible to find an exhibition design company that is willing to accept the job.As a last resort, Mi Ya's CEO can only pour out what he has learned and go to battle in person.

It is rare for Tang E to keep his word, and he actually moved into his home.Zhan Yifei thinks that he is annoying, that he always hugs him from behind coldly, seeking pleasure, disregarding the overall situation at all.After much deliberation, I simply packed up my luggage and moved into the company, spent a few nights in front of the computer, and designed Miya's booth at the Beauty Expo.

Fang Funong didn't join the company these few days, and he didn't bother to care about him. As soon as he touched the design brush, he felt relieved and relaxed, and the grievances and feelings of powerlessness that had come from running a company all disappeared.

In the morning, I went to the nearby business room to take a shower. It was easy to change clothes, but I couldn't change a pair of blood-stained eyes.Thinking that the second uncle finally got a booth at a good location after mediation and communication, Zhan Yifei poured some cold water on his face, and hurried to the company again.

The skin touched by his fingers was a little hot, and he knew he had a low-grade fever and was tired.

The design of the booth has been implemented, and the work of setting up the exhibition is imminent. The president of MIYA can't indulge himself even for a minute of respite.

As soon as he walked downstairs to the company, his younger sister called him with an urgent voice, as if burning the beams of the house: "Brother, you must not enter the company right now! Don't! Someone is coming from the factory." ...they! Ah!"

Zhan Yuanyuan yelled, and there was a ping-pong noise from the other end of the phone, and the line was disconnected.

The workers in the Suzhou factory had not been paid their wages for a long time, and they did not know where they heard the rumors that the company was about to collapse, so they sent representatives to Shanghai to demand their wages.

"Today, if you don't give money, you can smash things!" The leader's name is Song Dongpo, who is only one surname away from Su Shi, a great writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.Seeing that Zhan Yifei was still not in the company at this point, he really thought that he was running away from debts, so he entangled a group of workers and smashed up the president's office.

Torn documents flew like snowflakes, pottery and porcelain were pushed and smashed to the ground, and even the picture frames decorated on the wall were broken to the ground.

Chickens fly and dogs jump, a mess.

The white-collar workers in the Shanghai office couldn't stay idle either, and a few brave ones rushed into the CEO's office together with a few others who had already had ulterior motives.

Zhan Yuanyuan cried so frightened that she forgot to call the police.The rest of the people in the office didn't think about intervening in this matter. First, the scene was too chaotic and they were afraid of getting into trouble. Second, since the young master of the Zhengye Group came here once, they didn't understand the company's operating conditions. Just take this opportunity to see a clear color.

Zhao Honglei stood in a place where he would not be affected by the flames of war, and watched the show with his subordinates, when he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around and said, "Zhan... Zhan Zong!"

"Brother!" Zhan Yuanyuan also shouted, she was angry and proud: Xiao Feifei didn't listen to her advice, and running away when things happen was never her brother's style.

"What are you doing?!" Zhan Yifei yelled, shaking unconsciously, his body surface was burning, and the intense fatigue made him almost unable to open his eyes.

"Just right, Mr. Zhan is here." The workers who came to make trouble surrounded the young CEO at once, and shouted one by one, "Mr. Zhan, why haven't you paid your salary yet?!"

"Mr. Zhan, we can't compare with you. A watch costs hundreds of thousands. How many of us are waiting for this little salary to support our families!"

"Mr. Zhan, you can't be comfortable on your own, so you don't care about the life and death of the people below!"

"Boss Zhan..."

His throat hurt so badly, like thousands of knives were torn apart, Zhan Yifei swallowed hard to moisten his throat, and explained to everyone: "I know there are some rumors out there, but please believe me, I have been working hard, Miya won't collapse even if I don't collapse! There are still a few days before Miya will participate in the Beauty Expo, which is a great opportunity to generate sales..."

Hard-hearted persuasion and swearing guarantees were of no avail—Zhan Yifei shook again, and it was an impatient worker who pushed him.

Teng Yun appeared behind the noisy crowd, leaning against the wall, watching with cold eyes.

He heard that Tang E had already lived with Zhan Yifei.

Seeing that the president didn't respond much, another worker also grabbed his arm, pulling and pulling: "We don't understand anything about the Beauty Expo! We just care about whether we can get the money today!"

Seeing her brother being besieged from left and right, Zhan Yuanyuan cried out, "Isn't it just a few days late to pay wages? As for you guys making such a fuss?!"

"It's not just a few days late! The factory has not paid wages for three months!"

Zhan Yuanyuan stopped talking for a moment, and even Zhan Yifei was taken aback when he heard that the Suzhou factory was always managed by his second uncle Zhan Rong, and the news never got back to Shanghai for a moment.

"Mr. Zhan! What do you say?!"

"Mr. Zhan! Now how many Wen businessmen are fleeing with money, your family won't do the same?!"

"Boss Zhan..."

For a while, both ears buzzed, and the world spun.That helpless sense of grievance flooded up from the bottom of his heart again, like a rising tide of sea water over his head, which made him breathless and all human voices fell silent.

"I've tried my best...give me a little more time..." Zhan Yifei's cheeks were burning brightly like clouds, and Zhan Yifei moved his dry lips, muttering in a low voice: It's not that I want to be the Zhan Zong...

"Don't talk nonsense with this kid! Take his things! Take his things for our salary!" Song Dongpo, the leader, gave orders like a green forest rising up, and he was the first to make a move, pulling the other party's arm, and wanted to grab the arm on his wrist. Only watch——

The arm that wanted to punch couldn't move at all. Song Dongpo felt that someone was grabbing his arm, so he turned his head behind him.

As soon as he turned his head, a heavy punch hit him hard, making his eyes dazzled, and before he had time to see who the person in front of him was, he took a few more punches in a row.

The fist wind was fast and fierce, and before the workers around could react, the man had already taken advantage, and pressed his elbow against Song Dongpo's throat, pushing him far away.

Fang Funong raised one arm to protect Zhan Yifei, and threw the suitcase in the other hand in front of everyone with a "bang".

"There are 180 million in it," he said.