Dear Commander-in-Chief

Wang Chunhua was so choked by Feng Chu's casual remarks that she couldn't answer, and almost died of anger on her desk.

"Feng Chu, you - you bitch!"

After Feng Chudu stepped on high heels and took the elevator to leave, she held back a few words.

"Hmph, what kind of customers can this little bitch Feng Chu have? It's impossible for a male customer, and it's even impossible for a female customer!"

While he was losing his temper, Wang Chunhua's assistant quietly came in and reported: "Sister Hua, I heard that Yun Xiaoqiao accepted a big advertisement worth one million yuan, and a new client invited her to a brand reception tonight..."

Wang Chunhua was very alert: "What kind of client? Are you blind? Are you looking for an 18th-tier actor? Do you think our Gong Xiaoxiao and Luo Meili don't exist?!"

The assistant shook his head helplessly: "I don't know. I heard that the big boss only invited Yun Xiaoqiao to our Star Entertainment. But other companies invited many models and stars..."

"Who's the boss?"

"I don't know... I only heard that some people call him Jiu Ye... The company deals in imported high-end liquor, I've never heard of it before..."

"Who cares about the 70s, 89s and 90s?" Wang Chunhua slapped the table: "Where is it? Let's go take a look too!"

The assistant scratched his head: "In Di Ge. But, Sister Hua, we don't have an invitation letter. It would be so embarrassing to be kicked out..."

Wang Chunhua glared: "How can you be an agent if you don't know how to do it? You can't even get in at a cocktail party, so go home and plant corn!"

Here Wang Chunhua and her assistant racked their brains to sneak into the cocktail party to find out the truth.

Over there, Feng Chu had already arrived at the reception.

At dusk, the cocktail party had just begun. The venue was the open-air swimming pool on the rooftop of Dige. The surroundings were beautifully decorated, and flowers, candles, and champagne were spread all over the venue as if they were free of charge.

Most of the people attending the reception were starlets and female models, as well as some businessmen with business dealings.

Men are all in suits and leather shoes, and women are all in evening gowns.

Feng Chu, a woman wearing a silk white shirt and trousers, is particularly eye-catching.

Frequently attracting people's attention.

Feng Chu was born into a wealthy family. The Feng family was very powerful in the imperial capital, and the high-end occasions they had seen were much more luxurious than this.

Therefore, no matter how many people are watching, she remains calm and composed.

Casually holding a glass of champagne, he walked along the swimming pool towards the depths of the crowd.

Usually, the host of the cocktail party would be on the golden velvet sofa at the end of the swimming pool, accepting visits from all parties - yes, Feng Chu was very familiar with even Di Ge, a place where rich people play.

However, this time she guessed wrong.

When we reached the end of the swimming pool, beside the gold velvet sofa, many well-known starlets and company bosses had gathered. A woman who looked like a secretary was entertaining them.

Feng Chu was stunned.

Why didn't this winery boss act according to common sense today?

"Where's your boss?" she asked the secretary.

The secretary said politely: "Are you Miss Feng Chu? Please wait over there for a moment."

The secretary pointed to a staircase on the side of the top floor, where one could climb to the highest rooftop in the building.

Other guests quit:

"Why is this Miss Feng treated differently than us?"

"Is your boss waiting for her up there?"

"We're going too!"

The secretary hurriedly reassured everyone: "Don't worry, don't worry, our president will come to entertain you in person later. As for Miss Fengchu, because her artists will have a cooperation with our company, we asked her to come up first Let’s talk.”