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A shabby house on the second floor of an apartment for the elderly, less than 30 square meters, was transformed into a company, and the mottled Xiao Mu sign on the iron gate read "Red and Purple Brokerage Company".
Pushing open the rusty iron gate and looking in, three avant-garde men and women with palette faces are walking around idly, making themselves look like they have something to do.
Seeing these three "horrible" employees is tantamount to seeing the reason why this company can't be "red and purple".
In the corner of the poorly decorated office, sat a middle-aged man in a Hawaiian floral shirt with long curly hair dyed red and yellow. In front of him stood a simple young woman.
"Daughter, the economy is so depressed now. You just graduated and have little work experience. It is not easy to find a job," Song Qingshan announced with a smile in his daughter Song Yuanyuan's face. "I feel all right. I will leave this company in your charge. Is dad good to you? 」
Obviously, he wants to throw a hot potato out, but he still looks like a benefactor, and only Song Qingshan with a thick wall can do it.
None of his models have become famous since he founded this model agency that will close down 20 years ago.
To make matters worse, the company has not had a decent job for several months now, and the models with a little ability have found another way out, leaving only some "unsalable" ones that cannot be sold.
How dare he let someone else clean up this mess? !
Fortunately, Song Yuanyuan was not stupid and refused to be ungrateful. "I don't want it." Why did she take over this crumbling company? It's not like the head shell is broken!
Besides, she is completely unfamiliar with this industry and is a ...
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