Chapter 19 Is it true? After explaining the work from next Monday to Friday, Luo Yang dropped Sun Weizhong and Zhou Yang off at the Jinlanyuan Sales Office. He drove back to the university town. It seemed that he would have to work overtime again tonight. He could use the existing brochure pages at the sales office, but he had to write the promotional content on the roll-up banner himself. He also needs to make a more detailed report on the distribution channels, which may take a week or two. Not only will it take a long time, but you may even have to go to the library to look up relevant professional terminology. After all, it is a formal business report and cannot be filled with slang. This also shows disrespect for Liang Xingmin and the 3 yuan monthly salary he pays. As a result, before the car reached the university town, the cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and saw that the caller ID was Liu Haishan. Luo Yang pulled over and then answered the call. "Is Xiao Luo in the company or the sales office of Jinlanyuan?" The first thing she asked was where he was. It was obvious that the call was made at a precise time, as it was already past 5:30, the theoretical time to get off work.
"Just got off work, Mr. Liu, on my way home." "Would it be convenient for us to have dinner together tonight?" Liu Haishan smiled and said on the phone: "It just so happens that a few friends are in Shanghai, and we have arranged to have a small gathering in the evening. Didn't I mention it to you last time? They are all bosses with some spare money." "Mr. Liu, you are overpraising me. I am just a little smart and can see things from a different perspective that you have overlooked." Luo Yang responded modestly: "Since Mr. Liu is so kind, I will tell you everything I know!" "Hahaha" Who doesn’t like to hear good words? Liu Haishan laughed heartily and continued, "How about this, I'll send a driver to pick you up, and you tell me the location." "It's in the parking lot next to the University City subway station." Luo Yang originally planned to park his car in the parking lot next to the subway station, since it was only a few steps away from the university town. "Okay, that's settled." There was no further chit-chat, and Liu Haishan hung up the phone at this point. Luo Yang continued to drive towards the university town. Ten minutes later, he arrived at the parking lot of the subway station. After parking the car, he got out and leaned on the front hood. He took out a box of Double Happiness cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it. Not far from the subway entrance, Jiang Wen came out carrying a bag of clothes. She had just returned from the city. Since the second half of her freshman year, Jiang Wen has been looking for a part-time job outside. It's not that she wants to become independent early, but she mainly wants to maintain her own exquisite life. The 1500 living expenses given by her family every month is far from enough. Jiang Wen's hometown is Jiangcheng, Hubei Province. Her parents are middle school teachers, one teaches art and the other teaches music. They are both people who pay attention to the mood of life. Such a family environment has created her exquisite demands since she was a child. Especially after coming to Shanghai to study, she felt more and more that she should live in this city. But given the family's financial situation, being refined ultimately requires material support. But because she is short of money, she doesn't even look for conventional jobs like tutoring or cosmetics salesperson.
At first, Jiang Wen found a part-time job as an etiquette model with her good looks and meters height. In her opinion, this industry could make money and also allow her to come into contact with wealthy people. But now it is 2009, the channels for monetizing beauty are narrow, the socialite system has not yet been launched, and Cinderella meeting the prince is just a fairy tale. Besides, Jiang Wen was unlucky, mainly because the timing was wrong. The first generation of rich people who emerged in the 1980s, 1990s and 2000s are now in their fifties. The second generation of rich people have not yet come online, the Internet wave has just started, and the young upstarts will not step onto the stage for several years. So the reality is cruel. During the second half of her freshman year, most of the people she met were short, rich, ugly, or fat. And the word "rich" should be put in quotation marks. After enduring until her sophomore year, Jiang Wen finally decided to leave the etiquette modeling industry. She took advantage of the summer vacation to return to school early and switched to a part-time job as a car model. I have to say that Jiang Wen has a bit of perseverance on this road. This weekend after school started, there happened to be a medium-sized car show in the city, so she commuted between the city and school during the day and could earn 500 yuan for each event. Working part-time for two days over a weekend and earning 1000 yuan is a considerable subsidy for her. But this job is really tiring, I have to stand for eight hours a day! Especially today when she returned to the university town, the subway was very crowded and she couldn't get a seat. And because she was pretty, she was always approached by some people intentionally or unintentionally in the crowded subway car, and she had to shrink her body as much as possible to avoid them, which made it even more difficult. So as soon as she got out of the subway station, Jiang Wen couldn't help but find the flower bed next to the exit and sat down without caring about her image. If I don't rest, my legs will be ruined, especially my calves, which are very swollen and I need to relieve the muscle fatigue in that area in time. She cares a lot about the shape of her legs. "Damn this man, none of them are good!" While rubbing her calf, Jiang Wen muttered: "She is such a beautiful girl, are the boys on the subway blind? They don't know how to give up their seats." If it were in a university town, there would be a lot of bootlickers. Not to mention giving up their seats, there would be people who would actively help her save seats. When she thought of this, she felt that it was easier to survive in college. Just as she was complaining, a text message alert rang on her cell phone. Jiang Wen opened her phone and saw that it was a message from a man named Chang Sheng asking her if she had had dinner. "Always victorious?" Jiang Wen thought about it carefully and then remembered that he was one of her roommate Gao Jiayu's backup roommates. For some reason, another name suddenly popped into her mind. Scrolling down, she found a reply message from last night. "Twenty thousand a month, to be a quiet and obedient girl?" I instantly recalled how angry I was after seeing this message last night. Even when I read it again now, I still feel the same anger. "Luo Yang, you bad boy!" People often can't stand being nagged. Not long after spitting at the bad guy Luo Yang, Jiang Wen looked up to drink water when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the parking lot not far away. Looking closely, the man was leaning on the hood of an Audi A6 smoking. Who else could it be but Luo Yang? Before Jiang Wen could react, she saw Luo Yang waving his hand. Then a Mercedes-Benz S450 stopped in front of him, and a driver-like man came down to help him open the back door. It wasn't until the car disappeared for a long time that she came to her senses.
Although she has only been a car model for a short time, she also knows that the landing price of the Mercedes-Benz S450 is about 120 million. 2009 million in 120 could almost buy two houses in Jinlanyuan. In terms of value, the current S450 is equivalent to the Cullinan in seven or eight years. "Is this guy really not going to show his true identity?" Jiang Wen took out her cell phone blankly and looked at the message Luo Yang sent her yesterday. “This is what I really want.” Senior tea artist Jiang Wen's heart was suddenly in turmoil. (End of this chapter)