Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 553 Xiang Yang preparing to go to Venice
After a seemingly harmonious reception banquet ended, Han Sanping was sent back to the hotel, and Liu Xiaoli prepared to say goodbye.

She still has to go to JCE's house to pick up the child.

Compared to the two treasures Mu Xin and Zhiyin, Principal An was not even comparable, let alone Han Sanping, who made her unhappy.

When they got out of the elevator, she didn't want to stay with him for a minute longer. Principal An was slightly startled.

"Xiao Li, how about I send you there?"

He quickly walked a few steps and caught up with his ex-wife and said without hesitation.

"You?" Liu Xiaoli put away her good expression, glanced at Principal An, and then walked out of the hotel lobby.

She would rather take a taxi than get into Principal An's car.

Principal An, who was following him, looked embarrassed and said, "Xiaoli, listen to me."

Liu Xiaoli took a deep breath, stopped, looked at Principal An expressionlessly and asked, "What did you say? Didn't you hear what the surname Han means?"

"I heard it."

Principal An looked around frantically and quickly made a gesture to speak louder.

He was from this circle, how could he not guess what Han Sanping was planning.

But just because I saw it, I couldn't express dissatisfaction like Liu Xiaoli.

If Xiangyang took care of Huayi, he would applaud him.

But you can't do this with Han Sanping.

As the saying goes, stay in the front line of being a person, and see you in the future.

There must always be one person on your side who comes out to make a fool of yourself.

Because in the eyes of outsiders, no matter what Han Sanping said or did when he came all the way from Toronto, it was all a sign of bowing his head.

Then if he leaves angrily, if word spreads, no one will say that his spiky son-in-law is unforgiving.

Are his daughter and ex-wife also bullying others?

The person being bullied was still the head of Huaying.
Who wouldn’t think too much about this?

Especially the old leaders who are very optimistic about their son-in-law, what will they think?

"Is that what you think?" Liu Xiaoli, who was pulled aside to whisper, quickly turned her head and stared at Principal An hesitantly.

Principal An nodded and said in a sad tone: "Xiaoli, can I still harm our family?"

"Who is in the same family as you?" Liu Xiaoli rolled her eyes. You have been kicked out of this family a long time ago.

Even my daughter’s last name is mine.

Principal An swallowed his throat, unable to accept the words.

Seeing him wilting, Liu Xiaoli also realized that her words were a bit rude. She looked at her husband resentfully and asked:

"Then what do you mean, do you want Xiang Yang to see him? Are you still going to laugh?"

"That's not necessary." Principal An smiled coquettishly, "But I think it's better to meet Xiaoxiang. After all, it's a bit ugly, and it won't have a good impact on him and Sissi, right?"

Liu Xiaoli nodded slowly and her expression returned to normal.

Seeing this, Principal An continued: "But Xiao Xiang is the same as Sissi. Both children are closer to you, so it is better for you to persuade them."

Liu Xiaoli pursed her lips.

This is the truth, and she likes to hear it.

Seeing a slight smile in her eyes, Principal An's shoulders finally relaxed.

He showed a smile and suggested: "Then let me take you to pick up the child early, so as not to keep Mu Xin and her bosom friend waiting for a long time."

Liu Xiaoli raised her eyebrows, you thought it was quite beautiful.

She gave Principal An a "good face" and Liu Xiaoli walked away under his stunned gaze.

Forget about focusing on Xiang Yang and Liu Qianqian, and try to seduce Mu Xin and Zhiyin. Are you really too old to be sleepy during the day?
While walking outside, Liu Xiaoli thought angrily.

Principal An looked around, hesitated and then scratched his hair.

It’s quite inappropriate to chase or not.

"Boss, your lunch."

Halfway through the meeting, Xiangyang, who was really hungry, promptly called a timeout. Since he had no time to eat out, he could only eat white people today.

Lunch is actually very important among French people’s three meals a day.

There are various types of appetizers, main dishes, desserts, etc.

But for working people, it would be nice to have a sandwich to eat.

Don't look at the variety of modern sandwiches, with various breads, vegetables, cheeses, and meats sandwiched together, or beautifully decorated on the plate.

But in fact, when it was born in the 18th century, this thing was just meat on bread.

The one prepared by Bea Shaffer for Xiangyang is a common baked ham and cheese sandwich. Its name is Croque Monsieur in French, which means "gentleman's bite".

Her sandwich has Croque Madame with a fried egg on it.

The meaning is also very straightforward - ladies bite.

Xiang Yang glanced at it. Annabelle walked in and had more fried eggs than him. Xiang Yang frowned:
"I said, I paid for lunch, so it's okay to eat such an ordinary meal. Why am I missing an egg?"

"Because you are a gentleman." Bea Shaffer smiled.

Annabelle, who sat down, didn't even want to answer this sentence, and immediately picked up her sandwich and started eating it.

Obviously, neither of them planned to exchange lunch ideas with Xiangyang.

"Boring." Xiang Yang put away his smile, stuffed his sandwich into his mouth three times, clapped his hands and said hesitantly:

"You two eat slowly. I'll go back to the office and take a nap for a while. Call me after you two finish eating."

After saying that, he stood up and took two steps outside to leave the conference room.

When he returned to the office, he took out his mobile phone and took a look. Sure enough, there was no news from his wife and the stock had not dropped to its limit.

Everything is not going well.

Being a little anxious about money, I really wish Little John could move faster.

Over time, things will change!

However, seeing a profit of more than ten points, he felt that this was not bad as he was used to making slow money. Even he knew that Huayi was not stupid and would definitely take action.

It's hard to say that if an announcement comes out, his profit of more than ten points will disappear. "Hey, how are you doing over there?"

Hearing Xiang Yang's crisp inquiry, Little John covered the phone and said, "Xiang, please don't rush me. I've made an appointment with Catherine and the others to have dinner today."

Xiang Yang raised the corner of his mouth, "Well, not bad, he also knows how to do something serious."

"I don't like hearing what you say." Little John retorted: "I am doing business every minute and every second here, but you just turn a blind eye to my hard work."

Xiang Yang smiled, as he said, the bonus reflected well.

If you don't pay the bonus when the time comes, then you are truly turning a blind eye.

Hearing the bad laughter from his friend on the phone, Little John frowned. What is this guy planning?
But Xiang Yang, who had received the confirmed news, had no intention of wasting his precious rest time. After taking out the eye mask Liu Qianqian gave her from the drawer, he said into the phone:

"Keep in touch at any time. I'll hang up now."

"Don't hang up." Little John quickly called out to Xiang Yang, "I have something to tell you."

"Well, you tell me." Xiang Yang retracted his hand hesitantly.

"Boss Han is missing. I asked around and he said he went to Paris. I think he came here to see you."

Little John said pretending to be mysterious.

Yes, even if Wang Zhonglei couldn't find out, it was still very easy for Little John to find out someone.

"He's come to Paris." Xiang Yang muttered.

"Do you need me to rush back?"

"Da da da"

Xiangyang's fingertips tapped a rhythmic beat on the table. Hearing the faint sound, Little John couldn't help but laugh.

Others may not know.

But having known Xiang Yang for so long, he was very aware of this little habit of his best friend.

Whenever something goes well for him, his fingers will become dishonest.

Sure enough, as the voice fell, Xiang Yang's confident voice came over, "No, I know how to handle it myself."

"Well, that's okay." Little John pursed his lips, and then said: "There is one more thing to tell you. I think you should prepare it early. But, I told you this, you can borrow the money from me Evened out."

"What you have in mind is quite beautiful." Xiang Yang snorted.

Little John ignored this and said: "Liu is going to attend the Venice Film Festival with Darren and the others. You should behave yourself. For this news, if I don't charge you 2000 euros, it will be considered an advantage to you. Don't bargain."

"What?" Xiang Yang was shocked, "Why is she going to the Venice Film Festival if she has nothing to do? She's not tired."

"Why can't she participate?" Little John rolled his eyes. Isn't it right for actors to do more publicity for their works?

As for whether you are tired or not.
People would rather be tired than go to participate. You can take care of it yourself.

"Then are you going?" Xiang Yang asked into the phone.

"I, I'm not free." Little John shook his head and gave an explanation.

He was busy going to film festivals for "Ciano", but he didn't want this newly signed film to miss the great promotion opportunity of the Venice Film Festival, and then miss Tokyo and other places.

Moreover, he has to start busy with the movie's release in theaters in China.

In the past, Han Sanping was asked to help with these matters, but now he can only rely on himself.

"Oh, that's okay." After Xiangyang heard this, he was going to talk to Bea Shaffer later and ask her to free up her time for 1-2 days.

I didn’t go to Toronto on my own, and if Venice doesn’t accompany me, it will be useless to ask for a phone call in the future.

Bea Shaffer was surprised.

Xiang Yang came back without asking her to call him.

What a strange thing.

But when she heard that Xiang Yang said she was going to Venice, she immediately retracted her joyful expression. Sure enough, the only person who could make Xiang Yang make some changes was his lover.

酸.
Bea Shaffer felt sad.

"What's so delicious about this vinegar?" Xiang Yang looked into Bei Xiafu's faint eyes and asked speechlessly.

"Boss, you don't understand."

Bea Shaffer shook her head.

Let me ask, if Liu Qianqian served as Xiang Yang's assistant, would he still be so lazy?
I'm afraid I won't feel tired even if I work for 16 hours a day.

"Well, you understand." Xiang Yang was too lazy to guess the secret. He directly ordered: "You can help me free up 1-2 days."

"I guess 1-2 days is not enough." Bi Xiafu frowned and thought about Xiahou, and said seriously:

"Boss, since you've already gone to Venice, why don't you go to Milan? I'll contact a few people here so you can meet them then."

"." Xiangyang.

Bea Shaffer stared at Xiangyang and reminded concisely: "Boss, FILA."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot about this."

Xiang Yang slapped his forehead, and it was he who suggested bringing FILA back to Milan Fashion Week.

"That"

As soon as the afternoon meeting started, looking at Ding Zhong on the screen, Xiang Yang smiled and said:

"Mr. Ding, just now, I received some good news. I may have to work hard for you."

"Oh? Tell the director."

"I made an appointment with some people in Milan. I wonder if you are free to come with me to get in touch?"

Ding Zhong was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly said there was no problem.

He has just finalized the funding. Xiangyang will start the next step of planning for FILA.

It seemed like everything was going smoothly.

"Director Xiang, please confirm the time here. I can fly over at any time. We will meet in Milan then."

Xiang Yang said calmly: "Okay, no problem."

Bea Shaffer: "."

(End of this chapter)