Li Jing believed Jiang Xinyue’s words just now, thinking that she was really the daughter of a nanny, and she worked two jobs and was very short of money.

"You're welcome." Jiang Wanwan didn't care about it.

Half a month later, Li Jing called her. Even though she was used to the storm, the ups and downs in her voice were still obvious. "Ms. Jiang, "Tianxiang" is one of the four major magazines in the fashion industry in China. Those who can appear on the cover of the magazine are all well-known first-line actresses. The magazine held a week-long meeting before she decided to let the first amateur in history appear on the cover. And that magazine achieved unprecedented sales performance!"

Jiang Wanwan had just taken a nap and had not yet lost her sleepiness, "Hmm?"

"This amateur is you!"

He really was so unintentionally planted willows and willows. Jiang Wanwan didn't feel very excited, but instead regretted agreeing to Li Jing's request at that time.

Because since the day the magazine was published, Jiang Xinyue was about to die. She almost lifted the roof like a resentful woman.

The good news for Li Jing is not over yet, "Now the magazine unanimously decided to print this issue of the magazine!"

Jiang Wanwan was a little uneasy. People were afraid of being famous and pigs were afraid of being strong. Now that the incident of her on the cover of a magazine has not yet affected her work area. If her influence increases, it may disrupt her life.

"Okay" but none of these could be decided by her.

Jiang Wanwan's anxiety did not last long. Three days later, Li Jing called again, his tone was a little depressed: "The magazine was acquired, and your printout was suspended. Even the ones that were published before were recycled. Now these capitalists have money and have lost their aesthetic taste!"

Even if Jiang Wanwan doesn’t care much about the entertainment industry, he still knows the influence of "Tianxiang" in the fashion industry. The charity dinners it holds every year are the weather vane of celebrity influence.

How strong is the wrist and thicker thighs to be able to complete the acquisition of "Tianxiang" within a few days?!

As the person involved, Jiang Wanwan comforted Li Jing for a long time. The two said goodbye to each other, and Li Jing asked her to hang up first.

A few minutes later, Jiang Wanwan's cell phone rang again.

Caller ID is Tan Mo.

He Shengting's condensed handsome face automatically popped up in Jiang Wanwan's mind.

Not that this person is starting to make trouble again, right?

She hesitated and continued: "Super General Tan?"

"It's me, Tan Mo."

"Is there anything wrong?"

Tan Mo heard the vigilance in her words and smiled, "That's right. Mr. He has time this afternoon, and arranges you to come and draw a portrait for him."

He was really persistent. He waved his hand and said, "I didn't have any painter, and I really got into a fight with her."

"I have something to do this afternoon." Jiang Wanwan was cheated out of psychological shadow by He Shengting.

Tan Mo looked so easy to talk to, "When will you have time?"

The subtext is that monks can't hide from the temple.

Jiang Wanwan held her forehead weakly and finally had to compromise. "No need, it's better to do Mr. He's business first. Others can be pushed back."

"Yes, no one can be more important than Mr. He, right?"

"Yeah!" Such a loyal employee gave her a dozen.

It was difficult to get off the road, and after Jiang Wanwan finished class, he arrived at the address that Tan Mo sent to her.

It is a garden villa, a famous rich area. In this first-tier city, housing prices rank second, and there is no place to dare to rank first.

This place is quite close to Huanya headquarters. You can see the skyscrapers standing in the clouds as soon as you look up.

Jiang Wanwan rang the doorbell and no one opened the door for a long time.
Chapter completed!