Dear Commander-in-Chief

Wang Chunhua was casually spoken by Feng Chu, choked so hard to answer, she almost died on the desk with no breath.

"Feng Chu, you—you bitch!"

After Feng Chu left in the elevator on high heels, she held back a few words.

"Huh, what customers can Feng Chu this little **** have? Male customers are impossible, and female customers are even more impossible!"

While losing his temper, Wang Chunhua’s assistant quietly came in and reported: "Sister Hua, I heard that Yun Xiaoqiao has received a one-million-dollar advertisement, and this evening there are new customers who invited her to a brand cocktail party..."

Wang Chunhua is very vigilant: "What customer? Blind? Looking for a small actor of the 18th line? When our house Gong Xiaoxiao and Luo Meili don't exist?!"

The assistant shook his head helplessly: "I don't know. I heard that the big boss only invited Yun Xiaoqiao in Star Entertainment. But other people invited many model stars or something..."

"Who is the boss?"

"I don't know... I only heard that someone called him Jiuye... The company deals in imported high-end alcoholic beverages. I haven't heard of it before..."

"It doesn't matter what he is," Wang Chunhua patted the table: "Where? Let's go and see!"

The assistant scratched his head: "In Dige. But, Sister Hua, we don't have an invitation letter. It's a shame to be kicked out..."

Wang Chunhua glared: "As a manager, how can I do without a wrist? You can't get in even a cocktail party. You can go home and plant corn!"

Here Wang Chunhua and the little assistant racked their brains to get into the reception to inquire about the truth.

Feng Chu had already come to the reception scene curled up.

At nightfall, the reception has just begun. The venue is the open-air swimming pool on the top floor of Dige. The surroundings are beautifully decorated. Flowers, candles, and champagne spread all over the venue like no money.

Most of the people who attended the reception were starlets and female models, as well as some businessmen.

Men are all in suits and leather shoes, and women are all evening dresses.

Feng Chu, a woman wearing a white silk shirt and trousers, was particularly eye-catching.

Frequently attracted people's attention.

Feng Chu was born in a wealthy family. Feng's family was very powerful in the imperial capital. He had seen more luxurious occasions than this.

Therefore, no matter how many people are watching, she is calm and composed.

Feel free to hold a glass of champagne and walk along the pool towards the depths of the crowd.

Usually, the host of the reception will be on the golden velvet sofa at the end of the swimming pool, accepting visits from all parties—yes, even Feng Chu is too familiar with a place where wealthy people like Dige play.

But this time she guessed wrong.

At the end of the swimming pool, beside the golden velvet sofa, a lot of small stars and company bosses had gathered, and a woman with the appearance of a secretary was entertaining them.

Feng Chu was taken aback.

Today, the boss of the winery, why didn't he play his cards according to common sense?

"Where is your boss?" she asked the secretary.

The secretary said politely: "Are you Miss Feng Chu? Could you please wait over there?"

The secretary pointed to a staircase on the side of the top floor, where one could climb to the highest roof of the building.

Other guests quit:

"Why is this Miss Feng treated differently from us?"

"Is your boss waiting for her up there?"

"We have to go too!"

The secretary is busy to appease everyone: "Don't worry, don't worry, our president will come to entertain you in person. This Miss Feng Chu, because her artists will have a cooperation with our company, so we invite her to go up first. Have a talk."