The invitation card that Park Ai-won took out was different from Ye Weiwei's and others. It was a black gold-gilded card, with a special mark on it indicating that it was a charity auction.
Ye Weiwei saw Park Ai-won's and their names printed on it, and looked back at Kate.
Kate was confused at this moment, why did the invitation letter they got be for the exchange meeting?
"But it's okay. We live close to the president and will get the invitation cards early. Unlike you, it's not convenient to send invitation cards to you if we move to a hotel. Isn't it?" Park Aiyuan was afraid that Ye Weiwei and the others would misunderstand, so she explained in detail.
Obviously this reason is not enough to convince Ye Weiwei and others.
While a few people were still wondering, other buses also arrived.
Members of several well-known makeup teams from around the world got off the car one after another. Many of them, like Ye Weiwei's team, did not know that today was an auction.
"Actually, let me tell you, I'll take care of myself as I come, maybe there will be surprises?" Ke Xin saw that Ye Weiwei and Kate had serious expressions on their faces, so he went up and patted their shoulders, and said optimistically.
Ye Weiwei looked at Kate, nodded and smiled: "That's right, let's go in first."
But this red carpet is not something they can just leave if they want.
As soon as Ye Weiwei and his group passed by, the security staff over there came over and stopped them uniformly.
A person who seemed to be in charge came out and said to Ye Weiwei and the others: "Sorry, your status prevents you from walking on the red carpet. There is a small door over there. Please use the small door."
When everyone heard this, their faces showed more or less dissatisfaction.
Some even had a hot temper and spoke out directly.
"What do you mean, you look down on us, right? They are the ones who make us participate in activities, so respect them! At least they should give us respect!"
"Yes, if you are given a small door, it feels like we are slaves. Obviously we are also leaders in the industry, so we also have the right to choose, okay?"
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Hearing the complaints, the person in charge smiled faintly at Ye Weiwei and the others, and said loudly: "You are indeed the leaders in the cosmetics industry, but you are not even a leaf here. Don't even think about coming in without a formal invitation.
Understand?"
This formal invitation really frustrates Ye Weiwei and the others.
They came here passively, so where can they get a formal invitation letter now?
"Don't disturb the big guys from entering the venue." When the person in charge saw another Ferrari arriving, he immediately waved at Ye Weiwei and the others in disgust.
"Huh! You're so bully, it makes us look so low." A girl behind Ye Weiwei complained dissatisfiedly.
Park Ae-won glanced at the woman and said with a smile: "There are many people in the makeup industry who can't get on the stage."
After her words fell, Park Ai-won swayed towards the person in charge like a proud peacock. She held her invitation letter in both hands, "This is the invitation letter I got. Can you take a look at it?"
The man glanced, nodded and said: "Go in, remember to make way for the boss."
"Okay, I understand!" Park Ai-won nodded, walked around to the other side, and waved to Ye Weiwei and the others. It felt like she was the only makeup artist in the world with the biggest face.
Ke Xin was so angry that she rolled her eyes repeatedly, took Ye Weiwei's arm and said, "If Mr. Xiao were here, he would never let you be despised like this."
Ye Weiwei smiled lightly and was about to open her mouth to explain when a woman wearing a silver-gray tight-fitting dress walked towards her.