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Chapter 1959 95% of designers are eliminated by Qin Group every month

Chen Baoer seemed to have noticed something. He fell back slightly, moved his seat and gradually moved away from the man beside him, and quickly retracted his hand.

"Mr. Li, why don't we discuss the price more? I have something to do and I guess I can't waste time here."

The man put away his hand and kept sliding it over his chin, looking at her as if he was staring at food.

"Well, the price that Miss Chen just mentioned, three million, I think is a bit high. However, as long as Miss Chen is smarter, there is still room for negotiation on this matter."

She was very dissatisfied with the man's eyes, but thinking that she was a customer, she tolerated it.

"Mr. Li, we are doing serious business, so please respect the transaction a little bit."

She didn't even want to use the honorific title for such a man.

The man once again stretched out his hand towards Bao'er, and his words were full of meaning: "Of course we are doing serious business! Miss Chen, if you are willing, let alone three million, I can do it again

How about increasing it by one million?"

"But, for this additional one million, you have to perform well and satisfy me."

He walked to Bao'er and put his hand directly on her shoulder: "Miss Chen, you have to think carefully. This time is an opportunity to make a career."

"As long as your work is successfully signed with our company, you will have taken the first step as a novice designer. After that, you will become famous in the circle. They say everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as you serve me well

, then, what was difficult for you at the beginning will become not difficult at all."

As he spoke, his dishonest hand slowly pinched Bao'er's chin.

Bao'er looked at him coldly, then clapped his hand away from his chin.

"It seems that Mr. Li has no intention of discussing cooperation. If that's the case, I won't bother you. Goodbye, oh no, I hope we'll never see you again."

After saying that, she stood up, turned around and tried to leave the box.

The man seemed a little unprepared for this result. He slapped the table: "Chen Baoer, don't be so shameless! I have already investigated your situation! You are just a new designer from Qin Group! Internship

Just a designer!”

"If you are unable to sign a contract during the trial period, you will be eliminated by the Qin Group! Do you know how many designers are eliminated by the Qin Group every month?"

He sneered: "Let me tell you, it's about 95%! The Qin Group has always been strict. If you don't successfully sign the contract this time, then you will also be abandoned by the Qin Group."

Chen Baoer's footsteps slowly stopped and stopped at the door.

She did not look back, but her straight back was full of momentum: "You are right, maybe there are really many designers who agreed to your request just in order to stay."

The man raised his head proudly and looked at Bao'er like a savior.

In his heart, he seemed to have decided that Bao'er would definitely come back to find him.

She will definitely come and beg him to give her this chance.

"Of course, so you have to think carefully. Opportunities never wait for anyone. I am in a good mood today, so I will give you another chance to choose."

Baoer suddenly turned around and smiled sweetly at the man behind him: "Can you really give me another chance to choose? Mr. Li?"

The look in her eyes made the man feel extremely vain and proud. He hummed, "Of course, as long as you serve me well, I will naturally give you this opportunity. You know, I am all here to help."

You, otherwise, you will be fired."

"You don't know how many people ask for this opportunity but don't get it!"

The man was complacent, as if he was talking about how powerful he was.

Bao'er narrowed his eyes and asked with pretense of admiration: "Mr. Li, I want to ask you, how many women have you helped like this?"

The man raised one hand, as if he was counting something in detail: "I calculated, there should be at least a woman of more than 200 sizes."

The light in her eyes suddenly dimmed. A woman of more than two hundred people? She is really brave.

The man stretched out his hand and scratched the bridge of her nose, and said with a smile: "But don't worry, you will be the one who lasts the longest. You are my favorite among all designers, and you are beautiful and young.

.”

He spoke out all this very boldly, without any concealment.

Bao'er pushed the man down on the chair and patted his shoulder gently: "Then Mr. Li, how do you want me to serve you so that you are satisfied? Only then will you sign a contract with me and let me go smoothly.

What if I pass the Li Group’s test?”

The man held her hand tightly and put it against his face: "Of course it depends on your performance. You have to learn to please men."

Bao'er immediately took his hand out, and then patted his head gently: "Okay, I understand, Mr. Li, please wait for me for a while, but remember not to open your eyes."

The man seemed very excited. He closed his eyes obediently and kept putting his hands together, looking very excited.

"Okay, I'll wait for you, but, little beauty, don't keep me waiting too long, do you understand?"

Bao'er stepped back step by step, with a wicked smile on his lips: "Don't worry, Mr. Li, I will never keep you waiting for too long."

She lowered her head and glanced at the half-filled trash can on the ground, then gently picked it up, and then walked towards the man in front of her step by step.

Almost without any hesitation, Baoer suddenly put the trash can in his hand directly on the man's head, and then patted it hard several times, making the man's head firmly stuck in the trash can.

.

It almost seems impossible to pull it out, which shows how hard Bao'er slaps it.

The man reacted only belatedly, hugging the trash can on his head tightly with both hands, and stood up in an instant, standing still and stumbling.

"What's going on! What are you doing!"

His voice sounded close to rage.

Baoer laughed out loud, then picked up the serving plate on the side and hit the head with the trash can in front of him fiercely.

The beating hit the man again and again, making him unable to stand firmly and spinning around in circles.

Although he kept pulling out the trash can from his head, the trash can was stuck too tightly. If he pulled it out, it would pull the most delicate skin on his ears and neck, causing him to scream in pain.

Now that he was hit on the head, he even hit a chair and fell to the ground...


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