The new apartment is nowhere near as luxurious and spacious as the villa in Tianshui.
However, the decoration is exquisite, and all the daily necessities are readily available.
Gu Weiwei cleaned the room, tidied her luggage, and then couldn't wait to take a shower.
She removed her overly mature and old-fashioned makeup and changed into a simple T-shirt and jeans.
Eighteen-year-old Mu Weiwei had a face full of collagen.
Her skin was as delicate as fine porcelain, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and beautiful, and her lips were as pink as cherry blossoms, possessing a unique, pure and beautiful charm.
Despite having such a naturally beautiful face, she listened to Meng Ruya's advice and ended up looking like a tacky and old-fashioned nightclub hostess.
How big of a hole is Mu Weiwei in the brain?
After resting at her new home for a day, she couldn't stand it anymore and went to straighten her big wavy hair, and then went to buy some everyday clothes and household items.
Just after returning to her apartment from shopping, Grandma Fu called, asking her to ask Ming Zongyuan, whom she had met the other day, for a favor.
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Fu Group, headquarters building.
Vice President Fu Shiqin escorted the Wilsons back to their hotel, and upon returning to the company, he was furious.
"Why are these two so difficult to deal with? We've already made the biggest concessions, what more do they want?"
The Wilsons arrived in China yesterday, but after two days of meetings, the cooperation agreement has not yet been finalized.
This is a business worth tens of billions, and it also concerns the expansion of the Fu Group in Country S.
If it fails, the loss will be too great.
"Is it still not working with Elder Ming?" Fu Hanzheng asked with a deep frown.
Yesterday, Mrs. Wilson asked about Prien's painting, so it seems this matter is still crucial.
Fu Shiqin sighed anxiously and said directly.
“That old man was like a stinky rock. I almost knelt down and called him grandpa, but he just wouldn’t give up a painting.”
It's just a painting, I really don't know what's so interesting about it, yet everyone's vying to see it.
Fu Hanzheng rubbed his temples. "Prepare some good tea. I'll go there myself tomorrow."
The Fu Group has been preparing for this cooperation plan with the Wilson Group for a long time, and it absolutely cannot afford to have any problems.
"I don't think he'll give it to us even if you go and call his father." Fu Shiqin pouted.
Just as the two were racking their brains over a headache, Meng Ruya arrived at the 19th floor carrying her bag, looking somewhat haggard, and said with delight.
"President Fu, we've already convinced Elder Ming."
"Really?" Fu Shiqin stood up excitedly.
Meng Ruya smiled and nodded. "Mr. Ming agreed to sell a painting by Priyan and also invited Mr. and Mrs. Wilson to his mansion to see his private collection."
Fu Hanzheng nodded. "It's scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. You can go back and rest."
Perhaps because she had been spending so much time with Elder Ming, Meng Ruya looked somewhat haggard, with dark circles under her eyes.
“I’ll still go with you tomorrow. When you men are discussing business, Mrs. Wilson needs a girl to accompany her so that it’s easier to talk things out.”
Fu Hanzheng pondered for a moment and then said.
"Go home and rest today, and I'll make you work hard again tomorrow."
Meng Ruya smiled happily and left the president's office.
Fu Shiqin stroked his chin and muttered curiously.
"How exactly did she persuade that old man? No matter how we explained it, he wouldn't agree."
He's been to the Ming family's house several times these past few days, and he's been trying so hard to persuade them, but no matter what he says, the old man Ming Zongyuan won't agree to let him produce a painting.
Ruya truly lives up to her title as the public relations manager; she managed to handle even such a difficult person.
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