Imperial President, Tease me!

Jing Shuang smiled and said, "how do I feel that you and Mr. Xi are like the opposite. You two get along, but Mr. Xi is more like a little daughter-in-law."

Bo Qing was amused by Jing Shuang's words. "At ordinary times, Xi Jinyan is really internal, but every real moment, our little darling will become Superman to save me. I will never forget the moment when our little darling jumped off the bridge. At that moment, I knew that he was my hero."

"..." Jing Shuang looked at his boss's crazy expression and grinned in disgust, "well, get down to business, boss, you can release the news now."

Bo Qing took back the ripples between his complexions, gave a light cough and nodded, "OK, I know."

After Jing Shuang left, Bo Qing called Chen Shaoli and Zhou Wu.

At 9:30 a.m., two people appeared in Bo's office one after another.

After Zhou Wu took his seat, Bo Qing came straight to the point, "Grandpa Chen and uncle Zhou, I asked you two to come today to ask you for help."

Chen Shaoli smiled and said, "if it's the company's business, it's our business. What help or not? Xiaoqing, what do you need us to do?"

Zhou Wu also said, "yes, Xiao Qing, just tell me what you want."

Bo Qing smiled, "With Grandpa Chen and uncle Zhou here, I'm at ease. Let me be frank. Recently, C $C wants to sign a promotion ambassador in our country. It's under assessment. I want to tear this resource down for monsoon. Tearing down one of these high luxury resources can basically make monsoon stand firm in the fashion circle, but my access is too narrow. Even if I contact them, no one pays attention to me."

Chen Shaoli nodded, "well, let me see if I know anyone."

Zhou Wu said, "I'll try it too, but I'm not really familiar with the C $C brand. It should be just red blood? Even if I can't take it down, it doesn't matter. Let's see something else."

"But it's better to take it down, Grandpa Chen and uncle Zhou. It's up to you this time." Bo Qing opened his mouth sincerely.

Chen Shaoli and Zhou Wu responded in unison.

Zhou Wu's cell phone rang at this time.

He took out his cell phone, looked at it, smiled faintly, and then looked up at Bo Qing, "Xiao Qing, I'll go first. I'll give you an answer about C $C as soon as possible."

"OK." Bo Qing stood up, sent Zhou Wu out, returned to the office, turned and closed the door.

After she sat down, Chen Shaoli said again, "I know the chief editors of domestic front-line major journals, and the relationship is very good. I think they have the last say in the fashion circle. If you really want this resource, I can talk to them."

Thin bent lips smiled, "no, Grandpa Chen, I just want to test my uncle next week."

Chen Shaoli heard Bo Qing say so, but he didn't expect it so soon.

"What are you going to do?"

Thin tilted his eyes and blinked, "I got the latest advertisement of C $C and haven't released it yet, but it's suspected of racial discrimination. Grandpa Chen, you know, now the world is fighting against racial discrimination. If this material is released, they deserve what impact it will have on the development of C $C. However, if you tell Bo Haifeng about it, then Bo Haifeng will rob me."