After hanging up the phone, Jane Sampson didn’t even bother brushing her teeth and directly logged into Twitter.
She didn’t need to search for anything—just opening the app, she knew what Rock Bell had told her to check.
CH’s official Twitter announced that Jane Sampson was invited to the annual new product launch event and had signed a regional annual endorsent deal with CH. The tweet even included a retweet lottery—just like Jane—100 netizens who follow Jane Sampson and CH’s official Twitter would win one lipstick from CH.
This tweet also received a pop-up push notification, and as soon as you opened Twitter, the ssage popped up automatically.
The post had been live for less than one hour, and now the retweets had already surpassed five hundred thousand.
anwhile, the popular topics list had already been updated with new hashtags.
#JaneSampsonCounterbackWithCH#
#JaneSampsonSixthChineseToAscendCHShowground#
Seeing this tweet, Jane Sampson sat on the bed with her phone, laughing like a lunatic.
She imdiately posted her own tweet, also tagging CH’s official account.
From now on, I’m going to be CH’s crazy fan. What should I do? You guys must be 280cm tall.
I swear—I’ll be the most loyal spokesperson in history.
[Heart][Heart][Heart]
——Jane Sampson.
After exiting Twitter, Jane Sampson felt instantly refreshed.
Her legs didn’t hurt anymore.
Her waist wasn’t sore anymore.
She could probably run up and down eight floors in one go.
After washing up, Jane Sampson sat at the dining table, nibbling on the breakfast Jas Black had picked up from the bakery, while texting Lucy Brisk on her phone.
She had to go to Jasmine Seven’s studio in the afternoon for makeup. Afterward, she’d film a promotional video.
Once she finalized the pick-up ti with Lucy Brisk, Jane Sampson logged into the ga to play a few rounds.
But after logging in, she saw that neither Mimi Wood nor Kane Forest were online; only "Poor Youth" was there. Jane Sampson greeted them in the group chat.
"Just the two of you? I was hoping I could form a team at this hour."
Everyone had already t up before, so Jane Sampson didn’t bother typing and directly switched to voice chat.
"I just woke up, still lying in bed like a corpse. Oh, by the way, Mimi Wood is in a eting, so if you want to talk to him, you’ll need to type; he can only read that," Oscar Wilson’s voice dripped with the sa grogginess from just waking up.
Jane Sampson burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Mimi Wood, Poor Youth says you’re in a eting? ——Princess Egg-Yolk.
A few seconds later, Mimi Wood replied.
One word.
Yep. ——Mimi Wood.
As the Big Boss, how dare you slack off during a eting? Doesn’t your conscience hurt? ——Princess Egg-Yolk.
As soon as she sent this ssage, Jane Sampson’s phone erupted with Oscar Wilson’s hysterical laughter.
If I didn’t slack off, I’d probably lose my temper. ——Mimi Wood.
The eting wasn’t particularly important, and Mimi Wood wasn’t the host. He sat on the side listening, furrowing his brow several tis before pulling out his phone to play the ga.
If he didn’t redirect his focus, he’d likely end up kicking out certain participants who were slacking off at the eting.
At every eting, there are always a few people who endlessly spew nonsense, never share original ideas, and constantly follow the herd.
Kane Forest’s least favorite kind of people are those who occupy positions but don’t put effort into improving themselves, instead just aiming to skate by without mistakes.
In such a big company, these types of people only amount to diocrity over a lifeti.
For now, due to certain reasons, Kane couldn’t do anything about these individuals.
Mimi Wood, by the way, thanks for retweeting yesterday’s Twitter post. Massive gratitude. Next ti, I’ll treat you to a al! Homade by yours truly! ——Princess Egg-Yolk.
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