C890 Song Tianming
Everything in today's society is based on 'money', and Mengyao has the capital of her body. She took care of the second son of the Song Corporation as soon as she left the house and is about to marry into a wealthy family. To live the life of a rich wife, in the eyes of a large number of female students, she is the representative of success. During the meal, many people came over to toast and praise him. The light of envy could be clearly seen even from a few meters away.1
"The treatment of the Song Corporation is not bad! It is said that graduate students with double first-class academic qualifications are all fighting for a position, and their annual salary starts at 20. But Mengyao is much more powerful and directly took care of the second young master of the company..."
"That's right! Did you see the Maserati at the door? It's a luxury car worth millions! She gave it away without even blinking. From now on, it will be Mengyao's car. Is there really such a huge gap between people?"
" Hahaha, seeing how you are so greedy, why don't you go and ask the Second Young Master if he still wants a concubine and take you with him? "
"Haha, if the Second Young Master really wants a concubine, so what? That's better than letting those bastards off. A man's gentleness is the cheapest..."
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Song Tianming was not bad looking. As the saying goes, a man relies on clothes and a horse relies on a saddle. As long as he wasn't too inferior to the average person, he would be wearing a suit worth hundreds of thousands. He had a diamond watch on his wrist that was worth millions of yuan. Just this pearl light was enough to instantly kill everything!
"Right, I just heard your classmates talking about a boy called Daolord Shen? He's in the same class as you, right? Are you familiar with him? "
"No, I'm not. That person is usually cold. I heard that he's an otaku and doesn't really interact with his classmates... Why are you asking this?"
Mengyao's tone is calm and her expression is normal. The words that she says are like she is talking about a stranger.
"Oh, nothing... If that Daolord Shen could become a school grass, then he must be quite handsome. But at such a young age, how could he not have a job? It just so happens that the Public Relations Department lacks some talents. If it's suitable, I think we can arrange it. "
Hearing Mengyao's words, Song Tianming's eyes flashed with a trace of light. Don't think that the rich are fools. With his ability, it is not difficult for him to find out about what happened in Mengyao University. He only wanted Mengyao, and he also wanted to control her body and mind. Only this feeling of conquering can give him pleasure.
"You..."
The wine cup in Mengyao's hand rippled and a trace of astonishment flashed across her bewitching eyes. But in the end, she did not say anything. Women are a very strange creature. She clearly has everything but she began to reminisce about the past. She didn't know if it was because she was born restless, or because she was extremely reluctant to part with the youth of the past.
Song Tianming's suggestion seemed to be of good intentions, but according to Edward Bonis' definition, public relations were a management function: to develop policies and procedures to obtain the understanding and acceptance of the public. It was a kind of social relationship that formed the living environment and affected the survival and development of social organizations.
But in fact, everyone knew what exactly male public relations did. Because some of the characteristics of their occupations were often hyped up by the media, it became a topic of public entertainment.
She did not say anything else. In the end, she was just a small employee of the Song Corporation. How could she interfere with the decision of the second young master of the company? She even had a hint of anticipation to see Daolord Shen again. She had imagined herself as a princess who had been kidnapped by a demon. Waiting for the True Fate Prince to save her.
Time passed very quickly, and as they toasted and toasted, the reunion came to an end. Under the booing of some people, they went to the train station to pick up the people. Waiting for a new comrade to join them, Song Tianming's full-time driver drove. He also brought Mengyao over.
"Coming, coming, coming..."
Under Wang Wencai's command, the female students controlled the exit of the train station. Sure enough, they squatted down at Daolord Shen's side, only to see him wearing a green Daoist robe. He had an otherworldly temperament, and if his hair was a little longer, he would be as handsome as a Daoist Priest in a television series.
"Daolord Shen! Daolord Shen..."
"I love you. I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"
" Eh? Is there a celebrity coming over today? Let's go up and ask for an autograph too, shall we? "
"He looks very much like that Young Han Liu! It can't be! It just so happens that there's an announcement from Jiangdong City that he has... "
The girls screamed and rushed forward. What was worse was that it triggered a chain reaction. At the train station exit, there were other girls who thought that someone had obviously come. Someone shouted the name of a Korean celebrity. All the girls subconsciously rushed over. Only after experiencing such a scene would one know how terrifying it was.
"Fatty Wang, I really have to thank you! Thank you for making such a big scene to welcome me..."
When Daolord Shen saw so many women crazily lunging at him, most of them looked a little apologetic. How did he know that this azure Daoist robe had actually collided with a certain Han Liusheng's? If he had known earlier, he would have used a cover-up!
Fortunately, he was already a cultivator. His figure was like a ghost as he walked out of the crowd of women. He grabbed Wang Wencai's shoulder and squeezed it hard, causing the sound of a pig being slaughtered to be heard.
"This young master... was wrong, wrong, wrong... The big guy really missed you, what you did just now was really a misunderstanding, not planned by me..."
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