Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 511 Damn it!Junior sister?

Jia Shaoyuan looked down on Yue Xiaofang, and Yue Xiaofang didn't like him either.

In other words, Yue Xiaofang wasn't just targeting Jiamei.

In her opinion, most of the bosses of Zhuancheng women's clothing brand are——

Chicken!

On the one hand, we can see the consumption potential of women, but on the other hand, we look down on women and regard them as accessories of men.

The clothes designed are basically based on male aesthetics, or they are more fashionable styles on the coast, and they are completely changed, without any innovation at all.

But Yue Xiaofang is different. Apart from her natural design talent, Yue Xiaofang and other designers will also make sufficient preparations before designing styles.

There is a lot of market research work every time, and adjustments will be made according to the traditional aesthetics of the north and the preferences of contemporary women.

Every design draft undergoes exhausting revisions before being finalized.

But it turns out that intentions can be perceived by consumers.

Those bosses only thought about how to hit Yue Xiaofang, but were unwilling to put their minds on more constructive aspects. It was no wonder that Yue Xiaofang could think highly of them.

It's just that Yue Xiaofang's foundation is too shallow after all, and many things are still helpless.

Lin Xiaohong also specially came to help her today.

Looking at Yue Xiaofang who put on light makeup, Lin Xiaohong hesitated to speak.

Yue Xiaofang took the initiative to mention it, "There are very few people here, are they?"

Lin Xiaohong nodded, "There are two more reporters who say they have other missions at the moment and can't come."

But each other knows that this is just an excuse.

Yue Xiaofang didn't say anything, she just stood up and patted Lin Xiaohong comfortingly.

"It's just the opening ceremony, it's fine."

Lin Xiaohong could see Yue Xiaofang's loneliness.

The company is her painstaking effort, but no one cares about it when it opens, and no one will feel good about it.

"Otherwise I'll give Brother Yue..."

Lin Xiaohong was stopped by Yue Xiaofang in the middle of her sentence.

"Don't tell my brother, he's busy too."

After so many years, Yue Xiaofang still doesn't like to cause trouble for her family.

Lin Xiaohong looked at her lonely back, feeling panicked in her heart.

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In the Yue family, Yue Qingqing put on her clothes, holding a bag in her hand, which contained the latest clothes of [Sang] or Fangfei Clothing Company.

In order to prevent it from being crushed on the road, Yue Qingqing was going to wait until the scene to change it.

Today, there is also a model team specially invited by my aunt to perform.

only--

Yue Qingqing was worried, and she also heard from her grandma about the predicament that her sister-in-law was facing now.

For the press conference, my aunt spent a lot of thought and money.

If there are very few audiences, even if it is a joke, those competitors don't know how to laugh at it.

It is estimated that the mood of the company's employees will also be very low.

But Yue Qingqing can't help much in this regard, if the family members are in danger, she can help change their luck.

But the things my aunt encountered now are the normal life of ordinary people according to the master. If Yue Qingqing takes action rashly, it may not bring good results.

Yue Qingqing decided to be a model with peace of mind.

Sitting in the private car, Yue Qingqing was still thinking in distress.

If there is any good way to help my sister-in-law, that would be great.

The car was moving slowly on the road, and the driver said with emotion, "What day is it today, why is there still a traffic jam?"

In the past two years, the number of private cars has increased, but congestion rarely occurs.

I don't know what happened today.

Yue Qingqing didn't pay much attention to it, she just leaned forward slightly to have a look.

However, just as he was leaning forward, there was a ghostly scream from a car that was paralleling him at the same speed.

"Fuck! Junior sister?"

Shen Peipei, who was on the co-pilot, said displeasedly: "No swearing is allowed, what about junior sister and younger brother, hasn't played yet?"

(End of this chapter)