The new apartment wasn't nearly as luxurious as the villa in Tianshui.
However, the decor was exquisite, and all the necessities for daily life were provided.
Gu Weiwei cleaned the room, unpacked her luggage, and couldn't wait to take a shower.
She removed her overly mature and old-fashioned makeup and changed into a simple T-shirt and jeans.
Eighteen-year-old Mu Weiwei was at the peak of her youth, with a face full of collagen.
Her skin was as delicate as fine porcelain, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and beautiful, and her lips were as pink as cherry blossoms, possessing a unique girlish purity and beauty.
With such a naturally beautiful face, she had taken Meng Ruya's advice and turned herself into a vulgar and old-fashioned nightclub hostess.
How big of a hole was Mu Weiwei's brain?
After resting in the new home for a day, she couldn't stand it anymore and went to straighten her big wavy hair, and then went to buy some daily clothes and household items.
Just after returning to the apartment, Old Mrs. Fu called, asking her to ask Ming Zongyuan, whom she had met the other day, for a favor.
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Fu Group, headquarters building.
Vice President Fu Shiqin escorted the Wilsons back to their hotel. Back at the company, he was furious.
"Why are those two so difficult? We've already made the biggest concessions, what more do they want?"
The Wilsons arrived in China yesterday, but after two days of meetings, the cooperation agreement was still undecided.
This was a multi-billion dollar deal, crucial to the Fu Group's expansion in Country S.
If it fell through, the losses would be enormous.
"Is it still not working out with Elder Ming?" Fu Hanzheng's brow furrowed.
Yesterday, Mrs. Wilson had inquired about the Priyan painting; it seemed this matter was still critical.
Fu Shiqin sighed anxiously, saying,
"That old man is like a stubborn rock. I practically begged him to be his grandfather, but he still wouldn't agree to give up a single painting."
It's just a painting; what's so interesting about it that everyone's vying to see it.
Fu Hanzheng rubbed his temples. "Prepare some good tea. I'll go there personally tomorrow."
The Fu Group had been preparing for this cooperation plan with the Wilson Group for a long time; it absolutely couldn't afford any problems.
"I don't think he'll give it to us even if you call him 'Dad'," Fu Shiqin said, pursing his lips.
Just as the two were racking their brains, Meng Ruya arrived at the 19th floor, looking somewhat haggard, and said with delight,
"President Fu, I've convinced Old Master Ming."
"Really?" Fu Shiqin stood up excitedly.
Meng Ruya nodded with a smile, "Old Master Ming agreed to sell a painting by Priyan and invited Mr. and Mrs. Wilson to his mansion to see his private collection."
Fu Hanzheng nodded, "It's scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. You should go back and rest."
Perhaps because she had been spending so much time with Old Master Ming, Meng Ruya looked a little tired, with dark circles under her eyes.
"I'll still go with you tomorrow. When you men are discussing business, Mrs. Wilson needs a girl to accompany her to make things easier,"
Fu Hanzheng said after a moment's thought.
"Go back and rest today. I'll trouble you again tomorrow,"
Meng Ruya smiled happily and left the president's office.
Fu Shiqin stroked his chin and muttered curiously.
"How exactly did she persuade that old man? We tried everything to convince him, but he wouldn't agree."
He'd been to the Ming family several times these past few days, practically begging him until his lips were raw, but Ming Zongyuan wouldn't budge on even a single painting.
Ruya truly lives up to her reputation as the public relations manager; she managed to handle even such a difficult person.