☆ 21. Chapter 21
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For some unknown reason, the contract between the Ramu brand and Shangyu was shortened by twice as much as the normal contract from drafting to signing. Not to mention no resistance, almost all the programs that can be saved are saved.
On the day the contract was signed, Shangyu held a celebration banquet to celebrate the company's artist Shang Mengmeng winning the excellent resources.
Since it is a dinner, the drunkard's intention is not to drink.
People are all sniffing the direction of the wind to live their lives. It is clear which houses are hung with red lanterns and which houses are in danger. The executives of Shangyu, as well as a bunch of prawn soldiers and crab generals, know that they can no longer underestimate that third-rate little model: once Ramu's endorsement is finalized, the little model's net worth will more than explode tenfold.
The protagonist of the whole celebration banquet is naturally Shang Mengmeng.
Pushing cups and changing cups, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, everyone lined up to congratulate them. Shang Mengmeng was all smiles, sipping the red wine in small sips. After a meal, I didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food, but the wine alone filled my already small stomach to the brim.
Everyone said that she has a bright future, and she will be Shangyu's real first sister in the future.
Words are flattery, people are ruthless, Shang Mengmeng has been in the industry for four years, and has seen through these tricks long ago. Her smiling face was full of sarcasm, just a few days ago, the person sitting in this seat was still Yao Wei, the supermodel who once brought the company supreme glory and money, seems to have been forgotten by others.
Holding the red wine glass, Shang Mengmeng squinted her eyes, her gaze swept across the entire private room, but she did not see Miss Yao.
"Where's Miss Wei?" she asked.
"She said she was ill." Chen Yue answered lightly, "I didn't come." "Ill
?"
The corners of Chen Yue's mouth added a trace of helplessness, and sighed faintly: "In this occasion, she may only be ill. After finishing speaking, Zhao Shangmeng raised his glass and lowered his voice, "You know? Yao Wei has long wanted to win Ramu's endorsement in Asia. Her team and even the company's senior management have helped her win it." Shang
Mengmeng Silent.
Chen Yue patted her on the shoulder, "Be careful in the future. We have completely settled the relationship with Yao Wei, and it is not a fuel-efficient lamp."
She sighed, resting her chin in one hand and shaking the wine glass with the other, "Oh." Her long eyelashes drooped slightly, but her eyes were thoughtful.
In the headquarters of Shangyu, most people went to Shang Mengmeng's celebration banquet, and the lights in the building were sporadic.
Suddenly, a crackling sound broke the dead silence.
Yao Wei was furious, smashed the teacup to pieces, and said sharply, "Didn't you say that Meng Jingran is behind Shang Mengmeng? Didn't you insist that they had an affair?" He threw a stack of photos all over the sky with his hands, "Shoot It’s fine if you don’t have any evidence, so what’s going on with this!”
The photo is eloquent, the man in the picture is tall and handsome, the woman can’t see the face, her body is slender, very similar to Shang Mengmeng.
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