Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Looking for Soone Nad Gu Annan
Lu Wanwan was torn, only she knew how hard it was to get this job.
She studied dia studies, but the Lu Family’s Jin’an dia now dominated the dia circles. As long as Lin Yu and Lu Kexin were there, none of the branches under Jin’an, as well as the large dia companies they collaborated with, would want her.
But in fact, Jin’an dia was the Ye Family’s enterprise, the fruit of her mother Ye Jing’s labor.
However, people now only knew about the dia tycoon Lu Jingtian, not realizing how he gradually absorbed the Ye Family’s assets over a few years, completely assimilating them into the Lu Family.
Nor would they know that Lu Jingtian and Ye Jing’s daughter, now stooped to working in a tabloid to earn living expenses, getting verbally abused without daring to retort, fearing dismissal.
It was with difficulty that she found an internship at this notorious gossip tabloid in Manchester.
“One minute to think,” Li Mochou didn’t want to waste ti, “Take it, get a commission. Don’t take it, pack up and leave.”
The word ‘commission’ completely shattered Lu Wanwan’s hesitation, and she looked eagerly at the editor-in-chief, “How… how much can I get for commission?”
Li Mochou glanced at her with disdain, “Depends on sales. At least three to four hundred, or more than a thousand. For Bai Lingyun, normally it won’t be less than two thousand.”
“I’ll do it! Do it, do it, do it!” Lu Wanwan was stimulated.
Had she known digging up celebrity dirt paid so well, she wouldn’t have been wasting her ti doing odd jobs in the office.
She must have deep love and strict demands from the editor-in-chief to assign such a valuable task to a rookie like her.
Having gotten Bai Lingyun’s schedule information and seen the new path to wealth, Lu Wanwan left cheerfully.
That very night, she began staking out at the entrance of the Dijing Clubhouse.
The vague schedule had no detailed titable; she suspected she might be waiting until the end of ti before Bai Lingyun would show up.
After much difficulty, on a Sunday evening, she finally saw the mysterious figure in sunglasses entering under the protection of bodyguards, and found herself completely unable to get close.
It was at tis like this that she sorely felt her lack of experience.
“Hey, editor-in-chief, I’ve been waiting three days and finally saw Bai Lingyun, but he’s got several bodyguards. I was stared down before I could get close, I couldn’t approach at all!”
From the other end of the phone ca the editor-in-chief’s usual cold voice, “Are your bust and face both grown for nothing?”
“…”
What, what does that an?
The call was disconnected.
Lu Wanwan looked down at her 36D bundled up in an ordinary T-shirt. So, it was because of her face and chest that she was given this chunk of at.
In the struggle between integrity and money, after much hesitation, she decided to at least go in and take a look.
“I’m sorry, non-mbers are not allowed inside!”
“Handso, can I borrow the restroom for a mont?”
“Non-mbers are not allowed to use the clubhouse restroom!”
Lu Wanwan learned for the first ti how hard it was to enter a clubhouse. The security guards looked at her with eyes that seed to see right through her inner thoughts, making tracking stars no easy task.
“Can I co in if I’m a family mber of a mber? Everyone in my family except for is a mber here!”
The security guard glanced at her, wearing a street-stall T-shirt and shorts, with a pair of flip-flops on her feet.
Only her gaze was sincere.
She imdiately searched her phone for a dia group photo from years ago, with her and her parents in it.
“We need to confirm with a mber’s phone,” the security guard said, frowning as he looked at it, “Go find the manager.”
Lu Wanwan eagerly followed inside.
“Who do you want to confirm with?” the manager asked her.
Lu Wanwan thought of the people in Lu Family, “Call soone nad Gu Annan.”
The manager was skeptical but made the call, going through several transfers, speaking to the person on the other end with utmost respect.
“Miss Lu, you may go in,” the manager said as he hung up the phone, a sycophantic smile plastered on his face.
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