I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 19

On the top floor of the Royal Court, seafood buffet.

Sui Xingyuan passed the wine area and saw two young people chatting.

One of them was smiling prettily, as if something very happy had happened.

Originally, it was just a quick glance, but when passing by, I accidentally heard a very familiar name.

He couldn't help but paused and stopped.

A young man with dyed blond hair and exaggerated earrings asked, "Did Lin Jun really divorce him?"

"That day at Budu, Lin Jun drank too much and talked on the phone with Lu Xiye," said another black-haired tattooed man, "I heard it very clearly."

"I'm afraid Lin Jun is just lip service." The blond snorted.

"I think nine out of ten it's true," the black-haired smile said, "He's not coming out recently, and he's not willing to spend the money. I'll check him out when I get a chance."

"Heh~~ Amitabha, God has eyes." The blond smiled gloatingly: "See if he can still play? He keeps saying how and why Lin Jun chased him, and he can't live without him, so he can sacrifice his dignity for him , why doesn't he fly?"

"Don't say that, Lin Jun is really good to him, it's obvious to all," said the black-haired one, "Besides, he spent a lot of money on you, too?"

"Is that his?" The blond retorted: "It's Lin Jun's. Why didn't Lin Jun move FY over to him?"

"So what if you move here?" The black hair said with a smile: "He still has the Lin family as his backing."

"Tsk, if he really leaves, he will have nothing. I've been tired of him for a long time. He shows his love and superiority every day. While spending Renjun's money, he calls him like a dog licking. And get some little boys to test others." The blond face showed disdain: "Do you think Lin County is not good? The little boy was so good last time, he kicked him out without even looking at it."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The black-haired man smiled: "Did you do it on purpose last time? I found someone who looked a little like him. I think he was really anxious at the time. People were kicked out."

The blond snorted without denying it.

The black-haired man added: "So, Lin Jun really loves him."

"Oh," the blond rolled his eyes: "He has been raised by Lin County since he was a teenager. He is well-clothed and well-fed. He is more like a young master than someone who came from a real big family. Can he live without Lin County?"

"Tell me," he suddenly became excited while talking: "If Lin Jun really leaves him, will I have a chance?" The black hair snorted: "Aren't you afraid of him?"

The blond didn't know what to think of, and shrank his shoulders involuntarily.

At this moment, another young man came over and shouted, "Lin Lin?"

The black-haired young man turned his head away: "Is it all here?"

"It's here, come on."

Several people ended their conversation and left in a hurry.

Sui Xingyuan paused at the spot thoughtfully for a moment, then walked through the open dining area and entered the VIP box area.

Lu Xiye was sitting in the box pouring tea, Sui Xingyuan asked, "Where's Xiaojun?"

"He can't come." Lu Xiye raised his eyes to look at him: "The company has something to do temporarily."

Sui Xingyuan smiled, and complained casually: "This person."

"That day he took care of you," Lu Xiye said, "I invite you today, can't you? Do you have to ask him?"

"No," Sui Xingyuan said, "I ordered my brothers' favorite dishes, but I didn't know if he would come, so I ordered his portion too."

"You still have a conscience," Lu Xiye pointed out, "But in the past few years, his taste has changed a lot according to his partner, and you may not be sure."

"Brother Ye," Sui Xingyuan hesitated, "Did Xiaojun get divorced?"

Lu Xiye was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Who are you listening to? How is it possible?"

Sui Xingyuan smiled, his eyes dimmed: "I probably heard wrong."

Since returning from Lin's house that day, Lin Jun has not contacted Fu Jiujiu again.

But Fu Jiujiu wasn't idle either. While killing time in the kitchen, learning a few big dishes, he sent out his resumes separately.

At around ten o'clock that night, he received a reply from Chang Qing.

The NF Apparel Group just recruited two interns a few days ago, and there is no shortage of people.

But just as he expected, Chang Qing liked his paintings very much and suggested that he develop in the direction of an American editor.

NF has always been lacking in American editors. If he is not obsessed with editing articles for the clothing group, he should be able to apply for employment soon.

Fu Jiujiu's main job in normal times is painting, and he worries that if he works as an art editor again, he will easily feel bored.

And painting is precisely the last thing he wants to get tired of.

He needs more dynamic and richer work to adjust his monotonous life.

So, with little thought, he declined.

Chang Qing was supposed to be working overtime that night. Not long after, she replied to Fu Jiujiu again, asking if he would consider working as a part-time beauty editor for NF.

The workload is not heavy, and the salary per painting is not low.

He also said that the clothing team can notify him for an interview at any time if necessary.

Fu Jiujiu thought about it for two days.

In the past few days, he has also received interview invitations from several other magazines.

Because the previous work experience can no longer be included in the resume, he can only choose to start again as an assistant editor.

His first choice is the clothing group, but most of the magazines offer positions for gender, health or food.

Comparing the two, Fu Jiujiu chose to work as a part-time beauty editor in NF.

One is that NF is his original intention,

Second, if other groups are considered, besides the clothing group, he can only consider the beauty group.

What's more, after all, it's better to be close to the water first, since there is no satisfactory job yet, it's better to spend it in NF for the time being.

Moreover, in his experience, the work of autumn and winter magazines will increase with the increase of fashion industry activities, so more people will most likely be needed.

The opportunity came a month later.

On that day, Fu Jiujiu saw a message on the social account of Wu Qiuran, the assistant editor of NF magazine, complaining about the lack of manpower.

In the original world, Wu Qiuran was Fu Jiujiu's subordinate and one of his three assistant editors.

And Fu Jiujiu paid special attention to him, and there were certain reasons.

Wu Qiuran has a rather flamboyant temperament, he likes to post the luxury goods he comes into contact with on social software, and he really enjoys the feeling of being sought after.

Therefore, his social account will have more information than others.

That night, Fu Jiujiu sent the draft of this issue to Changqing's mailbox.

The next day, he received an interview call from Chang Qing.

Because an assistant editor had an unexpected pregnancy and needed to protect the baby, the entire clothing team was now extremely busy.

Chang Qing was so busy that he couldn't even find time for a private interview, so he could only ask him to meet at a coffee shop where he was discussing cooperation with the client.

Fu Jiujiu had been to that store many times.

Because of the bad weather, he arrived much earlier than the appointed time, sitting in the corner and drawing pictures with a pad while listening to music.

Not long after, another guest came to the table in front of him. Fu Jiujiu raised his eyes and saw that it happened to be Chang Qing and a middle-aged man.

The man was about 40 years old, tall and serious.

It was the president of AG Jewelry Company, Yuan Mufei.

The moment Fu Jiujiu saw him, he understood why they met at this store.

Yuan Mufei and the editor-in-chief of "Shangpin" magazine are good friends, so most of the previous publicity projects were in cooperation with Shangpin.

In the original world, NF established a cooperative relationship with AG a year ago.

It's just that here, Yuan Mufei doesn't know him yet.

He took off the earphones and lowered his head to draw while listening to the movement next to him.

Most of a painting has been painted, and it seems to be over there.

He heard Chang Qing's voice raised a little more earnestly: "Mr. Yuan, shall we talk again?"

Yuan Mufei refused: "Sorry, this afternoon is time for exercise, I don't want to waste too much on other things."

"Give me a few more minutes, please..."

Fu Jiujiu got up and went to the bar. Mango Xiaofang had just come out of the oven, so he ordered one and added Xuemei Niang.

When Yuan Mufei came over with the dessert, he was about to get up.

Fu Jiujiu stood by the table and greeted with a smile: "Chang Bian."

Chang Qing was a little surprised, because she and Fu Jiujiu had been exchanging emails and hadn't met formally, so she only thought that the other party was from Yuan Mufei's side, so she nodded with a smile.

Fu Jiujiu looked at Yuan Mufei again: "Hello, Mr. Yuan, I'm Fu Jiujiu, the assistant editor under Editor Chang."

Chang Qing glanced at him again, but didn't speak.

Yuan Mufei loves to play billiards, and he also likes the mango xiaofang in this store.

The reason why he chose this place was probably because he planned to play in the club upstairs after discussing business here.

When Yuan Mufei saw Mango Xiaofang placed in front of him, his expression relaxed a bit.

The mango Xiaofang was sold out just now, so he casually ordered a dessert. Because it didn't suit his appetite, he only took one bite and put it there.

"I just heard that Mr. Yuan said he was going to exercise," Fu Jiujiu said with a smile, "I heard that Mr. Yuan is very good at billiards. I wonder if I have the honor to compete with Mr. Yuan?"

"You can also play billiards?" Yuan Mufei was a little surprised when he heard that: "There are not many young people who can do this nowadays."

Seeing this, Chang Qing also smiled, and nodded to Fu Jiujiu.

"A little bit." Fu Jiujiu said modestly: "It's not proficient, but I like it very much."

"Okay," Yuan Mufei said, "If you can win today, you will get half of AG's publicity share, how about it?"

"How could I have won Mr. Yuan?" Fu Jiujiu laughed, "Can I change the conditions?"

"Let's fight first," Yuan Mufei said.

Fu Jiujiu looked at Chang Qing with a smile.

After all, this is Chang Qing's home court, even if he is sure, he still needs to seek Chang Qing's opinion.

His tone was inquiring, but respectful: "Editor Chang, why don't I try?"