God's Palette

She wanted to be more active than that passive way.

What's more, some things should have been made clear earlier.

While Xia Xun was taking a bath, Mian Yu made a phone call—it was Xia Lin.It would be foolish to challenge the head of the Xia family and his wife across generations.Therefore, the only person Mian Yu should communicate with is the enemy Xia Lin.

The first sentence...how should I speak?From the time the bell rang until it was picked up, Mian Yu kept thinking about this question for a few long seconds.Do you want to declare war directly and let Xia Xun stay?Or curse them for not caring about Xia Xun, but now they want to take it back?Or talk about conditions and benefits?

or……

The phone was connected, and Xia Lin's unexpected voice came through the receiver.

"Hello, you are?"

"I'm Mian Yu—Xia Xun's boss."

"……I know you."

"It's my honor—but it's a matter of course. By the way, Xia Xun is taking a shower. The content of this call is limited to you and me." Although his tone was strong, Ke Mianyu still felt a little nervous, "I I want to ask you something."

"Let me guess, are you going to ask me to charge an expensive price, so you are willing to terminate the contract with Xia Xun?"

"No, I'm not short of money... I want to ask another question - how did you feed Xia Xun, so that she was so poor that it was very troublesome to buy a swimsuit..."

Chapter 205: The Way to Share Happiness

After the questioning, Brother Xun never replied to the message again...

"Fuck, fuck, really ignore me..."

This made pressure feel very, very uncomfortable.

She has been talking to herself with ugly swear words for a long time, but no matter how many times she made Brother Xun succumb and how many times she made Brother Xun serve her, the reality still cannot be changed.The one who is sad, left alone, and helpless is actually himself.

Even, what Brother Xun wanted to know was mastered by her assistant, and had nothing to do with her at all, which made her feel even more embarrassed. When did she ever receive such treatment...

If Brother Xun treated him in another way—for example, spraying directly at Ya Ya, tearing it up, or expressing disgust——then Ya Ya would be very happy instead.At least, with brother Xun, I still have some sense of existence, so there is still hope.

But now this... this is completely ignored.This is far more cruel than any insult.

"Hey, did she call you back?" she asked again.

"No."

Sira's voice was exhausted, and every few minutes she had to be asked and repeated the same thing.Then, I had to listen to Ya Yayong's almost sobbing voice, and let out an unexpectedly cute sigh-of course, I would add a foul-mouthed curse.

A long time has passed, but this is the only time that I, Silla, and brother Xun meet each other... This makes Ya Ya feel anxious.

She's biting at her second dress of the day like a naughty puppy at its owner's slippers, cheap booty from fans that she'll tear, cut, and cut every now and then to pass the time and for fun .Only when you are extremely impatient, you will bite like this.

"This is not my fate." She bit her skirt, bloodshot eyes.

So far in her life, she has been an ordinary person living ignorantly with many mortals at the bottom of a deep well.But Ya Ya feels that he is someone who can climb to the exit and see how vast the sky and the world are.She sincerely desires to take this step, step into a higher level world, and become a superior person who is envied by others.

Xia Xun was the rope she was longing for, but the rope that finally appeared just disappeared—Brother Xun didn't answer any more... This damn sense of despair made her almost forget everything else.

It wasn't until Sira picked up a phone call that she more or less walked out of the illusory pain and recalled another rope.

"It's someone from the organizer." Sira said solemnly, "I guess they came to discuss countermeasures with you."

"...where is it?"

"It's on the BB station."

She threw down her skirt and took the phone casually.

The behind-the-scenes supporters of the XD conference originally had high hopes for her, because the lo skirt, a subcultural product, has gradually entered a larger stage as the Two-dimensional culture has become more popular, but the clothes in this circle Brands are too complex, from expensive hand-made foreign to China's small workshop miscellaneous brands, all kinds of skirts make the market deformed.

Therefore, some investors with good vision are ready to enter this industry.

Relying on a large amount of capital, firstly acquire well-known brands and workshops, formally hire various lo skirt designers at home and abroad, integrate this overly complicated circle, and form a strong monopoly.Then, relying on popularity and a reliable appearance, the lo skirt will be promoted and become a kind of clothing that can enter the mainstream.

Pressure is the chosen facade.

Very good looking, charismatic and professional.

And the XD conference is her stage for publicity, in order to drive a brand-new monopoly industry, this is the main long-term economic benefit hidden behind the XD conference with complicated interests.

This once made Ya Ya excited, thinking that he could reach the sky in one step.But she found that she was wrong after all.

Therefore, when she answered the phone call from the organizer, her mood was as calm as water.

"What's going on? So many resources were invested in you, but you were robbed of the limelight by other cannon fodder?"

"Rael is amazing, and her photographer is even more amazing. This is the key. Another thing, your organizer didn't confirm the level of cannon fodder, so you arranged for her to be cannon fodder? As a result, my topic was divided. This is your responsibility, it is really a BB station as always, the Two-dimensional group really should hack you..."

Sira was a little surprised. Her attitude towards the organizer was tough and rational?This is completely different from her usual communication with there.

As an assistant, she has wiped her employer's ass many times, but this time, this little girl will be stubborn.But this will cause some trouble, she hurriedly walked up to Ya Ya, using her hand and pen, trying to convey the message of "don't mess with them".

What Sira feared happened.

The contact person of the BB station who called, expressed his unconcealed anger.

"Give us the blame? If you do a better job, why are there so many messes? Anyway, recommending resources, controlling comments, trolling trumpets... We have done our best. If you don't become popular again, it will be a big trouble Yes! Moreover, if any cannon fodder can give such a good promotional photo, you don’t need money, so why can’t you compare to others.”

"We have done our best. I, my assistants, photographers, and partners have all done our best. I will not allow you to insult my vision-and those who have worked hard for me."

"Okay, I'll wait for how you end up."