"Thank you so much, Section Chief Huang."
Xia Baozhu was secretly glad that she hadn't hit Huang Guangnian last time; if she had made an enemy of him, she would have lost another money-making opportunity.
She suddenly thought of Chen Shanlou, who had turned against her; what if…
Xia Baozhu quickly rejected the appeasement policy, as Shen Shanlou's temperament and personality were completely different from Huang Guangnian's.
He is the type who takes advantage of others and seizes things by force. He has a desire for control and is extremely perceptive. He is unlikely to be as willing to make sacrifices as Huang Guangnian.
Huang Guangnian accompanied Xia Baozhu into the warehouse, which was now mostly filled with autumn clothing.
The autumn clothing photoshoot will take about two days because there are far fewer autumn clothes than summer clothes, and some of them are even made up of popular styles from previous years.
With half the workload and the same pay, Xia Baozhu's photos mostly convey the joy of autumn harvest.
Although it was raining outside, the warehouse was stuffy and hot inside because they dared not open the windows to prevent the clothes from getting moldy.
Huang Guangnian carried over two fans, one high and one low, which immediately solved the problem of stuffiness. His actions earned him praise from everyone in the photography studio.
"Section Chief Huang, you've gone to a meeting," someone called from outside the door.
"Coming right away."
Huang Guangnian flew to the conference room like a busy little bee.
He was taken aback when he saw the person sitting in the main seat. Wasn't this the person who had invited Xia Baozhu to dinner last time?
Huang Guangnian only knew that his surname was Song, and he hadn't found out anything about him. Now he knew that he was the leader of his leader.
"Little Huang, sit down quickly."
Thanks to the excellent advertising, the company has been making money like it's raining down on them lately, and the name Huang Guangnian sounds incredibly warm and friendly coming from the general manager's mouth.
Listening to Huang Guangnian's work report, Song Yaoyang asked, "You've hired the same person again to shoot clothing photos. Have you considered that having the same model might make customers feel tired of it?"
"Probably not, we hired the models..."
Huang Guangnian was taken aback when Song Yaoyang, who knew Xia Baozhu, asked such a question. He was momentarily speechless and at a loss for words.
"What's wrong with models?" Song Yaoyang asked with interest.
"I can't say for sure. As the saying goes, seeing is believing. The model is having a photoshoot in the studio. Why don't you come and take a look, Mr. Song?"
Huang Guangnian wanted to hear if Song Yaoyang would say to Xia Baozhu that she was unsuitable.
He had great confidence in Xia Baozhu; she was more captivating and radiant in the photos than usual.
If he were the manager, he would have made the decision to have her shoot the advertising photos for next year and the year after.
"President Song, I also think it's worth a look. If it's not suitable, we can consider whether to replace him."
The general manager echoed, saying that he also thought Xia Baozhu was very good and didn't need to be replaced.
"Okay, let's go take a look."
A faint smile appeared on Song Yaoyang's lips.
Xia Baozhu heard Huang Guangnian's loud voice and noisy footsteps coming from outside the door. How many people had arrived?
The door opened, and Song Yaoyang came in. Xia Baozhu raised an eyebrow.
She had previously suspected that Song Yaoyang had a close relationship with this company, and this time it confirmed his identity as a word processor.
After taking a side profile photo of Xia Baozhu, Yang Siqi smiled before speaking, looking at the large group of people: "Manager Liang, Section Chief Huang... you've arrived."
Song Yaoyang first glanced around the photography studio, taking in everything inside.
"You guys continue, don't worry about us," Song Yaoyang said.
He found a chair and sat down, watching Xia Baozhu continue posing for photos with an air of superiority.
Xia Baozhu is currently wearing a black turtleneck sweater that covers half of her face, black wide-leg pants, and matching chunky high-heeled leather shoes, which visually elongates her lower body to create the illusion of having only legs.
She wore a deliberately messy high ponytail and sharp, striking, aloof makeup.
He took a natural step forward, put one hand in his pocket, turned his head to look at the camera, and had a cool expression on his face, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.
This kind of temperament makes her all-black outfit equally mysterious.
Song Yaoyang mentally crossed it out. Was she selling clothes or her face? Everyone was looking at her face and figure; how many people were looking at the clothes?
Of course, this is just his own opinion and does not represent everyone.
After shooting the black and cool outfit, Xia Baozhu changed into a white outfit, the same style as the previous one, but with a pair of white pointed-toe stilettos.
Wearing it makes you look as white and clean as a cloud, warm and approachable, inspiring affection.
Manager Liang nodded with great satisfaction. The money had not been wasted. The same style of clothing in different colors could be given different feelings by the models, perfectly catering to people with different preferences.
"Alright, let's go." Song Yaoyang stood up and said.
He felt uneasy looking at the expressions on these people's faces; they seemed to have not seen a woman for centuries, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.
It would be better if he came alone.
Huang Guangnian saw the leaders off and wanted to come back to continue watching, but the manager grabbed him, so he could only force a smile and follow.
"No wonder fashion shows are so popular now. The same clothes look so different on the models. They look amazing."
"It's because he's good-looking."
Haha, they all look good!
Song Yaoyang was disgusted when he heard the laughing and joking behind him.
Clearly, everyone is satisfied with the current model, and some have even suggested that they should stop hiring celebrities as spokespeople and replace them with Xia Baozhu.
This suggestion was rejected by Song Yaoyang. The celebrity effect is huge. According to surveys, the public is more likely to approve of products and clothing endorsed by well-known celebrities.
When Huang Guangnian heard that his suggestion, which shared the same idea as his, had been rejected again, his expression visibly changed.
Song Yaoyang glanced at him, the word "toad" flashing through his mind.
When Xia Baozhu finished get off work, she refused Huang Guangnian's offer to drive her home and instead walked into the heavy rain with an umbrella.
She hadn't gone far when she heard the sound of a car behind her. She thought it was Huang Guangnian who was still persistent, but when she turned around, she saw Song Yaoyang's face.
"Get in the car, there's something I want to ask you."
Song Yaoyang glanced at Xia Baozhu's shoulder out of the corner of his eye and thought that she had been dressing more and more revealingly since she became a fashion model.
He had always thought her style was too rural and too conservative when he first met her, but now she has changed so quickly.
Xia Baozhu was curious about Song Yaoyang's question, so she got into the car.
She was unaware that her hopes of shooting a short advertising film had been dashed because of Song Yaoyang.
If I had known, I might have given him a gift the size of a fist when we met.
"What is it?"
"Do you want to act?" Song Yaoyang's question completely surprised Xia Baozhu.
"I can't act." Xia Baozhu didn't think she had any acting skills.
“My friend is currently filming a movie and there’s a role they can’t find a suitable actor for. I think you could give it a try.”
"What role?" Xia Baozhu hesitated for a moment, deciding to listen to what Song Yaoyang had to say first.
"A young lady."
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