The media conference in the evening was originally postponed by Sneib, but as it was about to begin, Sneij received an international call from country F, saying that Sneib's parents had heard that he had transferred the MonSir Group to Others thought he was being bullied in City S, so he immediately approved a flight route and flew over on a private plane, saying that he wanted to meet this person who dared to snatch a group from their son.
Snei Fu raised his eyebrows. He knew exactly what the so-called parents were here to do.
Looking at Gu Mengmeng, Snee smiled helplessly and said: "It seems that the media reception cannot be turned down. I will accompany you to attend it tonight."
"Ah? Didn't you say you don't have to go?" Gu Mengmeng was immediately frightened.
Sneixu chuckled, rubbed Gu Mengmeng's little head, and said, "What a surprise."
"Scare me..." Gu Mengmeng said, shrinking her neck: "I have never faced such a situation. What if I say the wrong thing?"
"You can say whatever you want. If you don't come back, I'll lose." Sneibao said it with ease, lazily and casually, but seeing Gu Mengmeng's anxious look, he had no choice but to sigh and add Said: "Don't worry, most of the media who can be invited to attend have financial interests with the MonSir Group. They will automatically block any news that is unfavorable to the MonSir Group. Even if a young reporter dares to write, from approval to release He couldn't pass every level of review. Because those in power will not offend big donors for a small piece of news. So even if you can't trust me, you should trust money, right?"
When Gu Mengmeng heard this, she felt a lot more at ease, so she nodded in agreement and said: "Well, that's right, who can't get along with money."
Sneijian has a bad face, he has no money and is reliable? You don’t believe him, but you believe the money
Is he not worth more than anything else? With him here, wouldn't the money be as much as he wants? He’s making money faster than he can print money…
This little girl is really good at it. How is this account calculated
Tsk…
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"Let's go home and change into a dress." Sneibu couldn't help but stuff Gu Mengmeng into the sports car. Before getting in the car, he sent a text message to his assistant. When he returned to the door of the villa, the grooming staff was already waiting at the door. .
Gu Mengmeng looked confused and said: "This... why don't we go buy a dress first?"
Sneix chuckled lightly, pinched Gu Mengmeng's little nose and shook it from side to side, and said: "Do you really believe in the routines in romance novels? Are you going to buy a dress before attending the dinner? Ha, the kind of assembly line that is hung out for sale. The finished product is for the nouveau riche, and my woman only wears custom-made clothes.”
"Ah...?" Gu Mengmeng looked confused and didn't know why.
Sneijian opened the door and traced around the living room area with his hand. The dressing staff understood their movable working area, and then began to place the work supplies carefully. The posture was a bit scary, but he knew that he wanted to dress Gu Mengmeng. Dressing up, I thought I was entering some high-end cosmetics fair.
Sneijian ignored the staff's "pre-war preparations" and just walked to the second floor with Gu Mengmeng in his arms. After entering the cloakroom, he pushed open the door of a cabinet, which contained seven or eight sets of clothes worn on fake models. The dresses, each one shining with expensive and extravagant light.
Gu Mengmeng looked at Sneib with confusion, but Sneib leaned against the cabinet door and said, "All the top ten designers in the world, and the latest styles of the season are here."