"What do you mean?"
"To be honest, if you don’t want to file for bankruptcy protection like S Entertainment and S in a week, it is a good choice to transfer your shares to my boss."
"Just because my weekly magazine broke the news that you Zhou Tuan’s little lady and Yi Jia’s gentleman, will you always deliberately bring me down?"
"Nowadays, the media has paid too much attention to professional ethics to win the public’s attention, so we don’t want to keep Liao Dong as the media people continue to confuse the audience." Zheng Huan, who was stung by the other party’s high-pitched voice, refused to show any mercy. "If you don’t agree to transfer your stock before 3: 00 pm, you won’t even have a chance to beg us to buy your weekly magazine."
"I wouldn’t give my life to others like this even if I were dead." Liao Dong thought that even if the two antiques except himself sold their stocks to Zhou, they added up to only 25%, which was still far from their own 40%.
At one o’clock in the afternoon, I rested for an hour and a half, and the stock market resumed trading.
Weekly new media stocks once rose to the highest price of 12 yuan, but after an hour, when almost all the scattered stocks in the market were sold out, the black hand appeared to lower the price.
Twelve dollars eleven dollars ten dollars.
$7, $6.
At 2: 55, the weekly price per share dropped sharply after miraculously rising, hovering around the four-dollar limit.
That is to say, Liao Dong is proud of 40% and his assets have shrunk by nearly half.
"sell, sell, I sell"
What do you rely on when you go up and down one day? It is the powerful financial resources behind Zhou’s family.
Ask grandpa to tell grandma to dial the number that Zheng Huan called in the afternoon. At that time, Liao Dong’s tone was not tough. "Mr. Tezhu, I am willing to transfer my stock department to your manager Zhou."
In the law of the jungle society, bloody facts force people to submit.
Because Liao Dong doesn’t let go until the day, he will find that his stock has become a pile of waste paper, which is even worse than garbage.
At the same time, Yan Jiahui at the entrance of a shopping mall in S city is attending a fashion show.
The clothes are fragrant and the shadows are popular. The models come out one by one. The catwalk is covered with a long red carpet. The right eye can be seen on the stage.
Yan Jiahui, wearing a silver corset fishtail skirt and stepping on sandals with a height of 15 cm, walked carefully every step.
"ah"
When a model walked back, she passed by and felt that her skirt was tight. Yan Jiahui suddenly threw herself to the ground.
As a result of pretending that she was naked, she gave a gift directly to the audience. As a result, she was white and full of breasts, and her two points, Yin Hong, were recorded by the audience’s mobile phone or camera.
"Get up and hurry up and finish the route." The workers who stood on both sides of the stage remembered to scream.
It is not uncommon for a bold way to get out of the modeling industry, so Yan Jiahui’s accidental exposure should be taken as a deliberate design.
You can’t wear clothes, but there’s no rule that you can’t wear a breast patch.
"Come on, come on, iky."
It’s hard for the dumb to eat coptis chinensis, and it’s hard to tell.
but
Yan Jiahui’s character is absolutely impossible to allow himself to be cheated in vain.
Suffering from the severe pain in her calf, she was accidentally scratched by a thin heel when she threw herself down. Although she passed by, she firmly remembered what the model looked like when she just stepped on her skirt.
Backstage model lounge
Yan Jiahui immediately went to find the culprit who framed herself after a hard walk around the red carpet.
"Do you see that a bitch is a bitch? Even if she is born in a society, she can’t hide it."
Yan Jiahui appeared in a relatively low position among the models. When she was killed, more than a dozen models were sitting together chatting.
"dy, are you so targeted at Yan Jiahui because you have been in contact with Wu Han?"
The competition of models is unimaginable, so you can’t expect to sit here and chat about who the models are and who are their real friends.
"Where have I been in contact with him?" When I heard the name of Wu’s letter, I blacked out most of my face. "Is it because he unilaterally pursued me?" But this dy is still reserved.
"But I have seen Wu letter several times that his Porsche Kaman will pick you up at the company gate." A model from the same club as dy questioned.
"Picking me up is dating me, so joye, you are not dating many boyfriends at the same time." Both women are not weak when they look at each other.
"dy isn’t dating, so why did you sleep with Wu Han? Besides, you said that although he has a bad brain, his figure and sex skills are ok."
"joye, stop talking nonsense. I don’t remember telling you this."
"Of course you don’t remember because you drank too much when we played truth or dare."
Dy and joye, I listened to each other’s words, and the other models hid their mouths and snickered.
They’re all bitches. How dare you call others bitches here?
Dy scolded Yan Jiahui for being Wu Han’s ex-girlfriend
"Bitch, I let you just deliberately step on my skirt and make a fool of me in front of so many people."
Yan Jiahui is the kind of person who slaps her in the face and she insists on slapping her back with ten slaps. Her calf split jumps and hurts to get back at her. She deliberately wears her finger ring upside down before slapping dy with her hand.
"Ah, ah, ah" didn’t come to prepare for it. dy’s slap in the face is absolutely just a slap in the face.
In fact, when Yan Jiahui pushed the door and came in, someone saw it, but no one woke up with joydy.
"Blood" raised my hand and touched my face. It was warm to the touch. When dy caught a glimpse of the pool of red liquid in his palm, he immediately fainted.
"What’s going on?"
"What’s wrong? What’s wrong?"
"dy, she, she seems to have a blood sickness."
The model lounge was in a mess.
"Ladies, ladies, what are you all doing together?" When the general manager of the conference came to inform you, he saw such a noisy picture. "The fashion show is coming to the end. Have you forgotten that you have to make a curtain call with the designer?"
Pushing the crowd into the room and chattering, the general manager suddenly stammered, "Who is this, this, this dy?"
"She"
"She"
More than a dozen pairs of eyes witnessed by thousands of people, which made Yan Jiahui even want to argue.
"You, you hurry to the stage to make a curtain call. Who saw dy’s agent help him to come to the lounge?" The press conference outside must be well-attended, and the general manager can calm himself down as soon as possible.
Sharp-eyed, I found a silver figure and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to leave. The general manager of "Hey Yan Jia Hui, you can’t leave" blocked Yan Jiahui to dispel her thoughts.
"Didn’t you ask everyone to take a curtain call?" The heat caused by impulse gradually faded from her mind, and Yan Jiahui’s heart was nowhere to be found.
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