King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

Chapter 122 Mo Yu Agreed to Be the Spokesperson
After a long time, Mo Yu suddenly smiled like a spring flower:
"Okay, I agree!"

Jun Wentian on one side was going to be completely confused by Lin Jiumian's manipulation.

Especially when Mo Yu agreed, Jun Wentian was so frightened that he almost bit off his tongue.

Lin Jiumian seemed not surprised at all and said:

"Since you agree, let's talk about the obligations and constraints of being a spokesperson!"

"Constraints? Why are there still constraints?" Mo Yu frowned.

Lin Jiumian said: "Of course there are. If you become our spokesperson, that will be the face of our Liuli Pavilion."

"You can't do anything that damages your reputation, such as falling in love or getting married!"

Mo Yu was in a hurry: "No, then why don't you let me get married!"

Lin Jiumian hurriedly appeased: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's not that you are not allowed to get married, but you are asked to keep a low profile as much as possible. If you are going to get married, you must notify us half a year in advance."

"We will operate properly to reduce the negative impact of your marriage."

"The contract can be signed once every three years. After three years, both parties voluntarily decide whether to renew the contract!"

Mo Yu frowned, suddenly feeling like he was on a thief's boat.

Jun Wentian watched from the side, just watching Moyu go from initial resistance, to curiosity, to acceptance slowly.

Finally, he pressed his fingerprint on the contract that Lin Jiumian had prepared long ago.

When Mo Yu bid farewell and left, Jun Wentian was still in a daze.

For the first time, he knew that women can be so awesome!

Mo Yu left, but Jun Wentian did not.

Lin Jiumian directly gave him a stack of drawings.

"Two styles are released every month, remember, no more, no less."

"Also, every time a new model is released, it must be limited!"

"Limited quantity? Why, if someone comes to buy it, don't we sell it?" Jun Wentian asked puzzled.

Lin Jiumian nodded: "Yes, it can't be sold. It's not easy to produce this thing, so only a few dozen can be produced in a month."

"This is called hunger marketing. The more people can't buy something, the more they flock to it."

Lin Jiumian Balabala explained many rules to Jun Wentian.

Jun Wentian was a little suspicious, but he wrote down everything one by one.

After Jun Wentian left.

Jun Wumo finally put down the memorial in his hand, and looked at Lin Jiumian with deep eyes.

Lin Jiumian raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me like this, do you think I'm particularly attractive!"

Jun Wumo casually walked in front of her.

Lin Jiumian didn't flinch at all, just stood where she was, looking at her calmly.

Jun Wumo said: "You said you were the princess of the enemy country, but there are eight princesses in Dongling, and only the youngest one is missing so far."

"But, that princess is a little crying bag, and her temper is also very weak."

"Although she has been in the private sector for a few years, she hates people mentioning those years outside."

"She doesn't even know how to do business!"

As he said that, Jun Wumo stepped forward again. At this moment, he looked down at Lin Jiumian from a height, and Lin Jiumian's face at home was only separated by a punch.

He stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Jiumian's chin, and stared at him coldly with deep eyes: "So, who are you?"

Lin Jiumian's pupils shrank suddenly, and she sneered: "You really checked."

Jun Wumo said coldly: "You have indeed proved your ability, but the greater your ability, the more I want to use you, the more I want to know your details."

"The medical skills are amazing and weird, you are very talented in business, and you have all kinds of whimsical ideas in your mind. You have indeed proved yourself!"

(End of this chapter)