After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 33 The rules are learned in the dog’s belly!

Nanya was punished by Nan Song, and she became honest for a few days.

She originally wanted to complain to her father and ask him to come back and make the decision for her, but Nanning Bai and Nanning Zhu heard that an archaeological team in Yunnan had mined a lot of good things, and they both went hunting for treasures, and they couldn't even contact anyone. .

The tiger is not at home, the monkey is called the king.

Nan Song, the little monkey, has not been idle these days. During the absence of Nan Ning Bai and Nan Ning Zhu, she took over all the large and small projects of the Nan Group. There was another round of major changes within the group. Basically, Follow the eight-character principle - those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish.

There are too many companies under the group. After layers of screening by various departments, there are many things that need to be dealt with every day. There are at least three meetings a day to ensure that several key projects can be followed up at any time.

"The jewelry project with the theme of 'Rose' has aroused widespread discussion on the Internet, and the response has been very good. Since its launch, the popularity has continued to increase. Artists under Nanxing have also participated in the promotion of this event, and fans have participated in the event. Very high, many love stories have been collected..."

The marketing director explained the progress of the project, and the design department also came up with a design draft. Nan Song listened and looked at it, nodding from time to time.

The most important thing in the self-media era is "universal participation". The higher the participation of netizens, the stronger the operability of the project. In addition, generous prizes and bonuses give them the most direct motivation, and the results are quite good. .

"These design drafts are all good. The finished products will be produced as soon as possible. The next step is to select spokespersons based on the products."

The design department manager and Nanxing artist director both raised their heads and looked at Nansong, "You mean, one spokesperson for each product?"

Without raising his eyes, Nan Song made some comments on the design plan, with a flat tone, "Aren't all Nan Xing's artists so idle that they want to terminate their contracts and find new jobs? If you can't keep them, let them go, and if you want to stay, give them endorsements." . You have to wait until the clouds open to see the bright moon. If you want to be popular, you have to endure loneliness."

After the meeting ended, Nan Song returned to the office and asked Gu Heng, "Is the Yu Group's crisis resolved?"

She had a hurried meeting early in the morning. She saw that Yu's Group was on the hot search again, but her family's affairs were too busy, so she didn't click on it. Only now did she think of asking.

"Yes."

Gu Heng served a cup of freshly brewed Longjing and reported to Nan Song in an orderly manner, "The western medical charity project donated by the Yu Group was named and praised by the official media. The media also followed suit and rushed to report on it, calling on netizens to pay more attention to the Yu Group." The contribution made by the group should not be blindly focused on Mr. Yu’s private life.”

Thanks to the official media's single-name recognition, the Yu Group's reputation quickly rebounded, and its stocks and funds also rose significantly. The wind direction changed instantly.

As many people scolded me before, so many people praise me now. Little do I know how many of those who praise me now were those who followed the trend and scolded me.

This is today's Internet age, public opinion.The impact of the discussion is too great.

Nan Song's expression was indifferent. She had known for a long time that with Yu Jinwen's ability, it was no problem to deal with trivial matters.

Her father once said to her, "If a family wants to prosper, it must have a leader to lead the way, and the rest of the flock must unite, follow him, and assist him to create glory together."

Mr. Yu was once the leader of the Yu family, but he is getting old and will retire sooner or later. None of his sons are of much significance. The only prominent Yu family boss has entered politics, and his business is no longer good.

The second and third eldest children of the Yu family are not promising, and neither are their sons. The only one who is promising is the eldest daughter of the Yu family, Yu Fengjiao, and the leader in the future will probably be her son, the grandson of the Yu family—— This guy is Yu Jinwen. "

Yu Jinwen, who was highly regarded by his former father-in-law, is now on his way to Nancheng.

In recent years, he has traveled to many places due to work, but he has not come to Nancheng very often. He only came to Nancheng once when he received a secret mission when he was in the army.

The most famous thing in Nancheng is probably the rose.

A rose show is held in Nancheng every May. People from all over the world come here, and almost everyone in the streets has a bouquet of red roses.

Nan Song liked roses so much, but he didn't know at that time that she was originally from Nancheng.Yu Jinwen looked at the scenery outside the window and played with the rose seal in his hand. He felt that he didn't know his ex-wife well enough, and now, he wanted to know her again.

The car drove past the rose bed, the most iconic building in Nancheng.

Yu Jinwen called Fu Yu, "I'm here."

……

When she was about to get off work, Nan Song received a call from her younger brother, asking her to accompany him to a fashionable charity dinner.

Nan Song didn't even mean to decline politely, and refused unceremoniously, "No time."

"You've almost turned yourself into a spinning top. Combining work and rest is good for your physical and mental health."

Bailu Yu'er heard that Nan Song was about to hang up the phone and quickly threw out the bait, "There was an auction at the dinner. I heard that there were four small enamel bowls. I asked someone to authenticate them. They were made by the emperor during the reign of Emperor Kangxi. If you don't want them, then It belongs to me.”

Nan Song couldn't help but pause as he signed, "Time and place."

Bai Luyu smiled triumphantly, "I'll pick you up in the rose garden at 7pm. Remember to dress up nicely."

If it comes to other things, Nan Song may still be able to withstand the temptation, but everyone in the Nan family is obsessed with antique jades. They would rather receive a thousand by mistake than let one go.

Nan Song went home, took a bath, and changed into a dress. When he came out of the room, he happened to meet Nanya, who was also dressed in the same style and ready to go out.

The two sisters met on a narrow road in the corridor.

The first time Nanya saw Nan Song, she was so jealous that she burst into flames.

The red velvet one-shoulder jumpsuit worn by Nan Song was custom-made during this year's Paris Spring/Summer Fashion Week. She was looking at the photo with envy and admiration this morning, thinking about it but not getting it. Unexpectedly, she wore it at Nan Song in the evening. on the body.

The bag slung on the wrist is also a limited edition of LV.

And the emerald pendant she wears around her neck is so attractive... Is she wearing a whole apartment on her body?
"Are you going to the fashion charity dinner too?" Nanya asked rudely.

Nan Song adjusted her earrings, her posture was calm and elegant, her voice was calm, but her momentum was overwhelming.

"When you talk to the eldest sister, you must be respectful and polite. The Nan family has always been well-organized. Have all the rules you learned as a child been eaten by dogs?"

Perhaps it was because she had been tortured so badly in the past few days, Nanya's heart couldn't help trembling, and her eyes shrank, for fear that Nan Song would lock her up for a few more days if she disagreed, and she never wanted to bear that feeling again.

She bit her lip and reluctantly called out, "Sister."

"Yes." Nan Song nodded and looked at Nanya's outfit again, "What you are wearing is probably the Chanel model from four or five years ago. It's not bad. It matches your temperament."

It was a rare word of praise for her from Nan Song's mouth. Nanya suddenly beamed with joy and said, "Really? What kind of temperament do I have."

She wanted to hear Nan Song praise her some more.

As she wished, Nan Song added one more sentence, "Black briquettes with a country bumpkin temperament."

(End of this chapter)