Who doesn’t like to hear other people praise their country?
Even if she is not a passionate young man, the interests of the country always come first.
"You will prefer China in the future. The opportunities in your industry may not be as good as those abroad, but as long as you work hard, I believe your career will develop very well."
The encouragement given by Manshu made Shirley very happy.
"I thought that wealthy girls like you would look down on people like us."
Manshu looked at her quietly.
Shirley was a little embarrassed again: "As you can see, although we are just models on the surface, the company will accept some dinner parties and wine parties for us, and sometimes we will also accept them in private... many people look down on us."
"My previous contract was always manipulated by the company, and it was forced at first."
"Later I thought about it, whose money is not earned?"
"Those men are playing with me. I can think about it the other way around and just treat them as a play with them."
"Isn't it nice to be able to switch to another one every once in a while?"
Manshu didn't know what to say about Shirley's point of view.
"As long as you like it."
She is not qualified to guide other people's lives.
But Shirley thought Manshu was really good: "I want to start over and be a clean girl."
Manshu seemed to know what Shirley wanted from her. He stood up and gave Shirley a hug: "You can do it, come on."
Shirley felt relieved, and the big stone blocking her heart fell to the ground.
"Can I be friends with you?" Shirley asked, then flipped her hair awkwardly, "I'm sorry, maybe it's a bit abrupt, and I'm trying to reach out..."
"Okay." Manshu did not refuse.
"There is no abruptness or overreaching. As I said before, you are a brave and kind-hearted girl."
"It's not just me, I believe many people are willing to be friends with you."
When Manshu said this, Shirley's eyes felt astringent.
They have suffered a lot of discrimination in this industry.
Those who can't help themselves naturally don't need to let others know.
But Manshu is different.
"Great, I finally have a Chinese girl as my friend."
"This is a gift I gave you. I was afraid you wouldn't accept it because it was... dirty." Shirley took out a beautifully wrapped gift.
Manshu thanked her and opened it in front of her.
"This bracelet is very beautiful." Manshu saw what was inside. It was a very beautiful bracelet with sparkling diamonds inlaid on it.
"As long as you like it, I bought it with my own money."
"Thank you, my friend, for your thoughtfulness."
Manshu thanked him again.
The two had afternoon tea together and then separated.
However, before leaving, she gave Shirley a business card.
"Do you want to transform?"
Shirley was surprised: "But I am a model, and I know nothing except stage steps."
"Then you should start as a model first. When you are known by more people in China, you can try to develop into other circles."
"This is Qi Yu, Qi Xiang's cousin. He is in the entertainment industry."
"Thank you, I..." Shirley didn't know what to say.
She didn't come through the back door, but Manshu was too kind to her.
"I'm just giving you a chance. Everything else requires your own efforts."
"Although you are not well-known in China, I heard that you are quite good abroad and you are also a rising star?"
Speaking of this, Shirley was still a little ashamed.
In fact, competition abroad is very fierce, and she may be replaced by others at any time.
That's why the company forced her to attend various dinner parties and drinks.