Nowadays, making money is the key.
Just look at the increasing number of so-called celebrities and artists flocking online to compete for business.
"That ans your company still has room for improvent; you haven’t t enough girls yet..."
The woman was modest and very charming.
She wasn’t exactly a strear.
Her appearance and deanor easily outshone 99% of female stars.
The goatee had already thought of a female lead that suited her.
The Nine-tailed Demon Fox.
The fem fatale Su Daji!
No.
Even Su Daji wasn’t as beautiful as she was.
"Our company isn’t that large, but we’re considered among the top in the industry, Huaxing Interactive Entertainnt. I wonder if Miss has heard of it?"
The woman, who truly embodied allure, shook her head. "Sorry, I’ve only heard of CX Entertainnt."
The goatee was montarily at a loss, but then smiled graciously and said, "CX Entertainnt and we, strictly speaking, are not in the sa circle. We mainly focus on nurturing and creating internet celebrities. Here’s my business card."
He pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it over gentlemanly, knowing that seemingly insignificant details often win goodwill.
In the good atmosphere, the woman unsurprisingly took the card. "Director of Creative Developnt, Huaxing Interactive Entertainnt..."
"Yes, Deng Yanghui. Nice to et you, Miss."
Actually, the goatee, also the director of the Creative Developnt departnt of Huaxing Interactive Entertainnt, really wanted to take the opportunity to shake hands with her, but he restrained the impulse.
In such a good atmosphere, if she felt overstepped and it got ruined, it would be a loss.
"Hello."
The woman nodded and smiled, placed the business card aside, taking an unconventional route without introducing herself.
"May I know what line of work the lady is in?"
Deng Yanghui, the general manager with the ticulously grood goatee, asked opportunistically.
He thought she was suitable for the dia industry, but that was just his personal opinion, unlike the girl from the broadcasting institute he interviewed earlier. Did she look like she lacked a job?
"International trade."
Her smile was profound, enchanting.
Deng slightly adjusted his posture, seemingly natural, but it was to suppress the rising physiological response, while his face showed surprise. "Really?"
Then, he continued the conversation, "International trade must be tough, right?"
"It’s quite tough. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have traveled so far to co here."
"..."
Deng Yanghui was montarily stunned, feeling the urge to stroke his chin beard.
He caught the implication in her words and examined her thoroughly, half-believing, "Isn’t Miss a Shen Zhou person?"
"No."
Deng Yanghui was astonished, utterly unexpected, feeling compelled to say, "Miss must be joking with , right?"
The woman restrained her smile, still extrely charming, but for so reason, without a smile, she exuded a chilling aura inexplicably.
"Why would I joke with you?"
Deng couldn’t help but feel a chill, wondering if the air conditioning at Apang Palace was set too low.
"Why does the lady speak Shen Zhou language so well?"
It’s not his fault for finding it hard to accept.
He had seen Shen Zhou people speaking fluent foreign languages, but a foreigner speaking Shen Zhou language so fluently was a first for him. It was as if she could pass as one of them.
His female strears included foreigners, who worked hard to learn Chinese, and communicated with viewers in Chinese during broadcasts, but that foreign accent was like a bloodline that couldn’t be completely eradicated.
"Because I once worked in Shen Zhou."
The woman was plainspoken, very earnest, at least so far, not a single false word.
"So, is the lady from Southeast Asia?"
"Japanese."
Her answer left Deng Yanghui even more shocked, and then his heartbeat thundered.
Such looks.
Such a figure.
And the identity of a Japanese.
The buffs are all in place.
The sudden chill from earlier was swept away by the rapid surge of heat.
His head.
Raised even higher.
To avoid public embarrassnt, Deng could only divert his gaze, lower his head, and pick up his drink, using the cold liquid to quell the boiling physiological response.
"If Miss didn’t say, I bet no one would know you’re Japanese. You look even more like a Shen Zhou person than most. Actually, I know a few words of Japanese too."
Seemingly not putting down his skepticism, thinking she was teasing him.
"Yate?"
The woman suddenly blurted out sothing in her native tongue.
As if, proving herself.
Deng froze; almost spat out his drink, and his zipper was near breaking point.
Creating internet celebrities inevitably involves designing so edgy content. Different strears have different selling points: long legs promote legs, big chests promote chests, with a dance background, they naturally showcase their skills, yet, such impacts pale compared to the effect of those three words just now!
"Cough, cough, cough..."
He managed to hold back from spraying but was left coughing intensely.
"Did I not say it correctly?"
"Correct, correct."
Deng took a tissue from the table and wiped his mouth, forced to cross one leg over the other, sitting cross-legged.
"Sorry, my oversight. You must have been doing business with us for a long ti, to speak Shen Zhou language so well. I wonder which aspects Miss mainly trades in? I have many friends in Kyoto and might introduce you to so business."
Knowing she was Japanese, besides his surprise, Deng also felt a sudden joy.
There’s at least one good thing about foreigners.
No responsibilities involved.
"I’m here to discuss the resumption of Free Trade Agreent with Shen Zhou."
Just after wiping his mouth, Deng’s eyes went wide, almost biting his tongue.
The woman remained composed, gazing at the lively entertainnt in Apang Palace, raising her pale wrist, lazily sipping wine.
Deng was lost in her presence.
What did he just hear?
Free Trade Agreent?
In short, a Free Trade Agreent is a contract between two or more countries aid at reducing or eliminating trade barriers, such as tariffs, quotas, and other fees, promoting regional economic integration and allowing the free flow of goods and services between those countries.
This, you call engaging in international trade?
But then again, perhaps not inaccurate.
The Free Trade Agreent was brought up many years ago but had been put on hold due to well-known reasons.
Now suddenly hearing it again, not from the news but casually from a woman’s lips.
Is this sothing ordinary people can intervene in?
This is national policy, one only decided by the top leaders.
"Miss, you’re truly humorous."
Deng forced a smile, assuming she wasn’t mocking him but just joking playfully.
The woman sighed lightly, then withdrew her gaze from the performance, glancing at him.
"You should leave."
"..."
Deng’s expression froze.
How could she turn face faster than flipping a book?
But also, true.
No point saying more when there’s no trust.
However, as a foreign guest, Fujiwara Reiki surely wouldn’t be impolite, not to ntion this place was Apang Palace.
Causing trouble here, she’d end up getting into trouble~
"Miss..."
The business card on the table was pushed back, untouched.
"I’m saying this for your own good, if my man sees us, you’re in trouble."
For an instant, Deng from Huaxing Interactive Entertainnt felt dizzy and lightheaded.
"Didn’t you say you didn’t have a boyfriend?"
He asked quietly.
"I don’t have a boyfriend, I have a man."
"..."
Not just a man.
She also had a fiancé.
A fact is a fact.
One shouldn’t get it all mixed up~
Deng, having seen many won, had surely never encountered such a style, left in a daze for a while.
"Aren’t you alone?"
Seemingly losing patience, her slender fingers caressing her glass, the far-travelled Miss Fujiwara’s alluring lips curled slightly, her breath fragrant like orchids.
"I am alone, but he is the owner here."
Her voice still enchanting.
And it gripped onto Deng’s heart, dragging it into the abyss.
His whole body trembled, don’t get it wrong, it wasn’t out of excitent. On the contrary, his body returned to its usual state, and the bulge in his pants visibly collapsed.
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