Worried that Huang Yongping would not be able to sleep at night, Ding Fan had to pour several basins of cold water on him. If he did not do well, the contract would be terminated and additional compensation might be added.
In addition, Fuyao's fashion department is not allowed to be entered. The models change clothes frequently, and their love affairs will be leaked. If a man breaks in, he will cause screams and shake the whole building.
Therefore, we can only let the models go to the studio.
Anyway, the distance is not far, and the models can go if they want. Huang Yongping doesn't care, but is proud of his wise decision in choosing the location.
Huang Yongping couldn't help but think of Sikong Ye again. He chose this place just to see her from a distance.
The little girl is blessed with good fortune, she is really Brother Huang's lucky star.
Before the strangulation marks on his neck faded away, Huang Yongping forgot about the pain. He stood up and opened the door a crack, sticking his butt out and peeking at Sikong Ye in the corridor. Ding Fan couldn't help but frown and had to call him back.
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Before I finish talking, the studio must establish a good relationship with the hairstylists in the Fuyao Group’s fashion department, learn from each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and exchange knowledge.
The studio is not a hair salon, and it is impossible to change the models' hairstyles all day long. The focus is during the expo, and during this time, it is necessary to determine the hairstyle that suits each model.
Whatever Ding Fan said, Huang Yongping promised to do so, ensuring that he would not lose his brother's face. Ding Fan was still not at ease, and started to give Tianzao another look. When the studio designed the hairstyle for the international supermodel, he would be walking around.
Living advertisements, it is difficult for Brother Huang not to be famous at home and abroad.
Huang Yongpingmei's nose was almost full of bubbles, as if what she was sitting on was not an ordinary leather chair, but the throne of an international hairstylist.
Ding Fan called Fang Meiqian, explained the situation, and asked her to take Huang Yongping to sign the contract. Assistant Mo would finalize the specific contract details.
Huang Yongping followed the room secretary away, and Ding Fan's ears finally became quiet, feeling indescribably tired.
It wasn't because he talked too much, Ding Fan could feel that it was the negative reaction caused by the yin energy in his body that not only affected his body, but also his emotions.
He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After half an hour, Ding Fan felt that the breath in his body began to flow smoothly and his energy became better.
When she was about to get off work, Fang Meiqian came in with European make-up and actually changed her hairstyle. She had straight and smooth ear-length hair, and three lines of hair dyed red, extending from the top of her head to the back of her head, just like the armband she wore in school.
Yes, three stripes!
"Sister Qian, what's such a strange hairstyle?" Ding Fan asked in surprise.
"I just went to Huang Yongping's place to sign a contract, and he insisted on asking me to do a hairstyle. How about it, it looks good. Hehe, I brought back the memories of my youth. I was the squadron leader at that time." Fang Meiqian was not satisfied with this.
I was very satisfied with the hairstyle. I even flipped my hair and gave it a cool model look.
Ding Fan has black hair and always thinks his hairstyle is weird. Maybe Brother Fan has lived in the mountains for too long and can't keep up with the trends of the times, so he just doesn't care, as long as Fang Meiqian likes it.
Fang Meiqian brought the contract, which still needed the signature of Ding Fan, the supervisor, to take effect. After reading it roughly, Ding Fan frowned and said, "Sister Qian, why is it a one-time payment? There is no agreement on compensation for breach of contract, etc.?"
"Assistant Mo insisted on this arrangement. She believed that the studio could fulfill the contract seriously." Fang Meiqian obviously did not agree with signing the contract like this. If she was not careful, three million could be wasted.
"No, change the contract immediately and pay in three installments. The last installment will be after the event. In addition, liquidated damages will be added, double!" Ding Fan made a decision.
"Okay, I'll go to Assistant Mo right away. But, Huang Yongping, how do you explain it?" Fang Meiqian asked.
"He doesn't need to explain! Oh, I'll explain to him."
After Fang Meiqian left, Ding Fan immediately called Huang Yongping and said that some changes had been made to the contract. Public and private matters should be clearly distinguished. Brother Huang, please understand.
But Huang Yongping said something shocking. He didn't read the contract carefully just now, and he had forgotten the content. I believe brother, the contract was changed for his own good, and he said a lot of thanks.
A moment later, the mobile phone rang. Mo Yuhong called, with a somewhat reproachful tone, "Xiao Fan, does this contract with Huang Yongping need to be taken so seriously?"
"Assistant Mo, if you don't sign like this, you will definitely be disqualified, and your parents will not agree." Ding Fan said.
"Are you talking about President Huang?"
"Yes! You also know that he never eats alone with entrepreneurs. This kind of contract seems to have a purpose at first sight, and it is risky in Chairman Huang's opinion."
Mo Yuhong was silent for a moment, and had to look at Ding Fan's judgment with admiration. If Huang Fu believed that this was a transfer of interests, of course he would not agree. It might be counterproductive. He apologized: "I'm sorry, I thought too much about the problem."
It’s easy.”
"It's okay, thank you for your hard work, Assistant Mo."
"I have begun to have confidence in Huang Yongping. He is indeed bold and innovative in hair design. I will go to him to do my hair one day." Mo Yuhong said with a smile.
Fang Meiqian was very efficient. She came back with the revised contract, and Ding Fan signed it. Then she went to Huang Yongping to sign it non-stop, and finally completed it before leaving get off work.
One million was deposited into the account of Huang Yongping's studio. He jumped up and down with joy, almost knocking over the table. Then he excitedly called Ding Fan to have dinner with him, and then went to his own Dunxi Hotel.
Ding Fan didn't agree, saying that he had something to do in the evening and would talk about it another day.
Calling Chi Li to get off work together, Chi Li chatted about Longhai Restaurant on the way. The business has been booming in the past two days. The dishes Ding Fan provided are listed as the restaurant's signature dishes. They are novel and unique and are very popular among the guests.
welcome!
"The two Long brothers are about to get lucky." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"It's not like I borrowed your light. When we went back last night, the three of us drank together. The eldest brother cried, and the second brother was about to cry too. Everyone felt that now we are living like a human being." Chi Li said with emotion.
"It will definitely get better and better. The right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life." Ding Fan said with profound meaning.
"Xiaofan, I don't have much ability. I know in my heart that I'm not qualified to be your bodyguard. I'm just as good as a driver." Chi Li sighed quietly.
"Don't say that, there is nothing more valuable than mutual trust." Ding Fan said.
"Sister, I only have one life, I can fight for you."
"Of course not, you have to protect yourself. The days of wealth are still to come. We not only have to live like human beings, we must be superior to others." Ding Fan encouraged.
"Haha, sister has decided to follow you, do you want that concubine?" Chi Li joked.
"I'm afraid you'll beat the wife to death."
"That's impossible to say!"
"..."
After chatting and joking all the way, Chi Li got off the car at Longhai Restaurant, and Ding Fan drove back to Hengfu Building alone. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when Wu Yahuan came over, took out a thick stack of materials from his bag, and put it on his desk.
Ding Fan looked through the personal information curiously and couldn't help but ask: "Sister Huan, what is this for?"