Dear Commander-in-Chief

"Xiao Qiao, if you want me to become the most powerful agent, you must also become the most powerful actress. Let's work hard together!"

"Okay, Sister Chuchu!"

"Well. Then you have a good time filming. Today, a client sent you an invitation letter to attend their cocktail party. I will go to the scene to check the situation for you and discuss whether there are any opportunities for cooperation. You can wait until the filming is over. If it's not too late, come over." Feng Chu gave the invitation letter to Yun Qiao.

"Di Ge? This customer is so rich!" Yun Qiao looked at the address and muttered.

After coming to this world for a while, she finally understood some of the high-end places in the imperial capital.

For example, the top entertainment center Dige, the luxury shopping mall Golden Diamond Corridor, and the blue waterfront beside the moat...

These are places where money and beautiful women gather.

Feng Chu nodded: "It is rumored that this customer is very generous, but I have never been in contact with this company. I don't know what their corporate culture is like and whether they will do some unclean things. Anyway, I will go first and I will help you to check it carefully." We have to make money, and we have to grasp the scale."

Artists like her, Feng Chu, will never do anything that has no lower limit for money, like some young models who are eager to rise to the top, and shoot some explicit and unscrupulous small advertisements and small movies.

She positioned Xiao Qiao as the future movie queen of the empire.

We must create a professional image for Xiao Qiao!

After Feng Chu warned Yun Qiao, he left first.

She went back to the company to deal with her daily affairs for a while, then simply went to the bathroom to put on light makeup.

She actually doesn't like dressing up, but makeup is a basic business etiquette and she has to do it.

In the past, she was an agent with a lot of resources, so she naturally didn't have to comply with too many rules and regulations in business. But now it's different. She has nothing but Xiao Qiao. For Xiao Qiao's future, she can't let anyone do it. A precious opportunity slips away.

After Feng Chu finished putting on her makeup, she looked at her clothes again.

Her home had been sealed off a long time ago, and she only had two simple suits and a thin coat around her, which she wore in rotation.

At this moment, the white shirt and black trousers he was wearing looked particularly dull.

After thinking about it, Feng Chu returned to the office drawer and dug out a silk scarf.

That was something she got in a lottery at the company party a few years ago, and it was worthless.

She used to be a rich young lady, so she didn't take this kind of gift scarf seriously.

But at this moment, this little priceless and unbranded silk scarf played a big role - Feng Chu took off the belt and replaced it with a silk scarf. He put it through the waist of his trousers to make a silk scarf belt. , and tied a random tassel on the side waist.

White clothes and black trousers, with an ink-style silk scarf dotted with faint redbud petals in the middle, she matched it so well, it was extremely harmonious and eye-catching.

When she walked out of the bathroom, even her female colleagues, who were usually quite mean, couldn't help but whisper: "Isn't Feng Chu so poor? How can he still have money to buy new pants? They look very good..."

Passed by the door of Wang Chunhua's office.

Wang Chunhua saw her with sharp eyes and sneered: "Hey, you dress up in such a coquettish way and go to find a man to negotiate business and solicit sponsorship?"

Feng Chu was neither humble nor arrogant, and counterattacked calmly: "Why do you have to talk to men to discuss business? There are successful businesswomen in this world who can also cooperate with women, why does it have to be a man? Wang Chunhua, is it because you are used to fawning over men and using your face? Why do you think you are so self-contemptuous when you are talking about business with your body?"