Wang Yifan took the business card handed over by Jiang Mengyu. The business card didn't have any messy names. It looked clean and refreshing, with a faint feminine fragrance.
It says: "Mengyu Studio, Jiang Mengyu".
Wang Yifan naturally knows about Mengyu Studio.
"Two years ago, I heard from my classmates that Mengyu chose to start his own business after graduating from college. Mengyu Studio is also very well-known in Jinping City, and should be the darling of the fashion circle, Miss Zhou.
Never heard of it?"
Wang Yifan looked at Zhou Mei, who had been silent all the time, with a surprised expression.
Zhou Mei couldn't help but blink her beautiful red phoenix eyes, but she didn't say anything and pretended to be stupid.
"Senior brother, I'm overly praised. I still need to keep working hard. The reason why I came to Shanghai to seek cooperation is because I don't want to keep working behind closed doors in Jinping!"
Jiang Mengyu brushed the hair next to her ears, and in the impression she had a baby face with a hint of roundness.
Still so cute!
"Just a few days ago, I saw the news on Weibo that Mengyu attended Paris Fashion Week and brought your own works in person. You said that you work behind closed doors. This is a bit too modest. I
As a senior brother, I can’t stand listening to it anymore!”
Wang Yifan laughed and joked.
The person carrying the person in the sedan chair, Jiang Mengyu, was the daughter of his former mentor. Even though his understanding was limited, it did not prevent Wang Yifan from flattering her in front of Zhou Mei.
As far as he knew, Mengyu Studio was following the path of women's fashion, and its customers were mainly urban women in the new era. Because it was backed by Jiang Mengyu's father Zhuo Ming's clothing company, she had unique basic conditions in manufacturing;
In terms of design, Jiang Mengyu began to design and produce fashion independently in college. After establishing Mengyu Studio, he spent a lot of money to recruit a large number of young and cutting-edge designers, and worked hard to create a personalized fashion brand. In just two years, with the help of
With the Internet platform, it has gradually begun to show its prominence in the industry.
"I just shamelessly went over to join in the fun, learn some knowledge about design and promotion operations, and make you laugh, senior brother!"
Jiang Mengyu always responded calmly to Wang Yifan's compliments. She also vaguely understood that the familiar senior brother in front of her was using this method to make her appear "young and promising", even though he might not understand the purpose of her trip.
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At this time, the man who came with her whispered something to Jiang Mengyu.
Jiang Mengyu raised her white wrist and looked at the shiny watch. Her face naturally showed some anxiety, but she quickly concealed it and was not easily noticed by others. She turned to look at Zhou
Mei, smiled and said: "Ms. Zhou, please seriously consider our proposal. I still very much hope that we will have the opportunity to cooperate!"
Zhou Mei nodded and said seriously: "I will consider it!"
"Brother, I have something else to do today. Let's talk about it next time we have a chance!"
Jiang Mengyu hurriedly said goodbye to Wang Yifan, and then quickly left the reception room on high heels.
Wang Yifan opened his mouth, but in the end he stopped talking to anyone.
After many years, the exchange between him and Jiang Mengyu was limited to a few simple greetings.
However, Jiang Mengyu seems to have encountered some difficulty!
"Meng Yu, is that person also a student of Teacher Jiang?"
As soon as Jiang Mengyu and the man beside her got into the car, the man couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Mengyu sat in the back row with her eyes closed, and she just hummed lightly when she heard the words.
"Since he is Teacher Jiang's student and seems to have a good attitude, why not ask him to talk to Zhou Mei? From what I hear, since he is still Zhou Mei's manager, he should still have some say in Zhou Mei's side. of!"
The man said as he started the car, glancing at Jiang Mengyu in the rearview mirror from time to time.
Jiang Mengyu opened her eyes. Ever since she said goodbye to Wang Yifan, she had been trying hard to recall who this senior brother was. However, she always found that they were not consistent with those who had a deeper impression in her memory. She thought that he should have been there at the time. He is not a very eye-catching student in Mom's class.
"Wenda, as you can see, I'm not very familiar with him. I don't even remember such a person. Under such circumstances, I don't feel safe telling him such an important thing!"
Jiang Mengyu gently knitted her brows with her fingers, her tone filled with deep fatigue, completely different from the high-spirited look she had just before Zhou Mei and Wang Yifan.
"You don't have to tell him about the situation in our studio, just ask him to help!" the man said hurriedly, but saw Jiang Mengyu shake his head slightly in the rearview mirror.
At this critical juncture, she obviously didn't want to cause trouble.
The man sighed, feeling quite annoyed at his own inability.
"Has your company reached a unified opinion?"
Zhou Mei glanced at Wang Yifan, said this, turned around and walked towards the reception room again.
"Miss Zhou, please allow me to say a few words first!" Wang Yifan followed, but was treated coldly by Zhou Mei. He was mentally prepared for this.
"You just barged in without making an appointment in advance. I have two live broadcasts right now and don't have much free time. If you still want to say what you said to me before, I don't think there's any need to waste our time. Got it!"
Zhou Mei sat down first, crossed her legs, and greeted Wang Yifan without being polite. She slightly raised her chin and looked at Wang Yifan.
She was wearing a floral dress, which made her figure look slender and well-proportioned. Her chest was slightly open. From top to bottom, Wang Yifan could see a gleaming, delicate snow-white. Her feet were lightly covered with Wearing a pair of bright yellow slippers, her toes painted with light pink nail polish were waving towards Wang Yifan.
Wang Yifan couldn't help but take another look at the neckline of her long skirt, and inevitably saw more scenery. At this point, he still didn't care about Zhou Mei's cold treatment.
"It seems that someone who was involved in the accident made a promise to Miss Zhou, but I don't know who it is, so that Miss Zhou has such faith in him that she doesn't even want to listen to one side's opinion!"
Wang Yifan looked away and stared into Zhou Mei's eyes, making him look very sincere.
Zhou Mei remained unmoved, and said frankly: "There is indeed such a person. Since you, Mr. Bai, cannot fulfill the most basic promise, then I will find someone else who is willing to cooperate with me and can meet my requirements." There is nothing wrong with that, Mr. Wang!"
"I do proceed from the interests of the company, but I also take into account your future development, Miss Zhou. If we simply value the immediate interests, our company can actually comply with your requirements. As far as I know, Mr. Bai's
Bian agreed early on, so it will actually save more effort for me as an agent!"
Wang Yifan spread his hands.
"It seems that you are still saying the same thing, so we really have nothing to talk about. You can do whatever you want. I will prepare for the next live broadcast!"
Zhou Mei stood up.
Wang Yifan knew that since Zhou Mei could sit down in the reception room, it proved that there was still room for negotiation. As for the person he was talking about, he might be real, or he might have made it up to get Bai Tian's company to take advantage of him, but in his opinion
, even if there was such a person, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to give her the direct liquidated damages that Lao Bai promised her.
Otherwise, why would she waver from side to side?
Seeing Zhou Mei really stand up, Wang Yifan ignored the trace of anger on her face and said with a calm smile: "Miss Zhou, please stay. In fact, since you have agreed to let me be your agent, I also hope that you can
Think more about things in your own interests, just like I also think about the company during the day! But in the end, I am still your person!"
Hearing this, Zhou Mei couldn't help laughing, but sat down again, with an interested expression on her face, and looked Wang Yifan up and down.
This is not a lie. From the moment she met Wang Yifan, Zhou Mei had a basic judgment that this guy named Wang Yifan had something.
"I won't go into details about the disadvantages of terminating the contract with Mango Media. You told Ms. Zhou before that as its anchor, you should know better than me. The reason why Ms. Zhou considered signing with our company was her original intention.
You should still consider transforming, right?”
Wang Yifan's statement of putting profit first is high-sounding, but Zhou Mei's vision should not be enough to consider the current bottleneck of live broadcast internet celebrities. Only by transforming into a real artist can he succeed.
What she really wanted to do was probably to be jealous of the huge profits she would get after being promoted by the Mango Live Broadcasting Platform, and how little she could share in the profits. That's why she thought of going out on her own, and she happened to be with an old man who coveted her beauty.
Bai hit it off instantly.
But Wang Yifan's sudden words made her heart move.
"We assume that the termination of the contract with Mango Live Platform will not affect your future development, Ms. Zhou. Other platforms of the same level or at least the next level may have given you certain promises, but I hope this promise does not only exist
Rather than verbally speaking, it must be written down in a formal agreement. Otherwise, you may encounter such miscommunication between you and Mr. Bai in the future! This is the first point!"