Chapter 1303 Celebrities Need Loans

"How long do you think you can do?"

"To the day when I can't do it~"

Regarding this answer, Yang Cheng was noncommittal. Whether you can do it is not what she thinks, but what her boss thinks. This kind of thing is unreasonable. Even if the other party is 3 or 40 years old, if the boss thinks you can't do it Well, you just can't do it, for no reason.

Therefore, Yang Cheng couldn't answer this question. In fact, the female devil knew it herself, but she was not convinced. She was obviously in a good state of mind, and this was not a job that required physical strength. Why did everyone think she was going to retire?

It was precisely because of this dissatisfaction that she agreed to meet, otherwise, with her personality, even if Liu Yun, the so-called "Second Devil", would not be enough to convince her to come out and meet.

For a while, everyone was silent, no one spoke, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward. Bishafu didn't want to have conflicts between her friends and relatives, so she quickly jumped out to smooth things over, "I prefer to retire early and enjoy life. The world is so beautiful. Always look around."

Yang Cheng nodded in agreement, "When I ask the shipyard to build a luxury expedition yacht, I will invite you to travel around the world together."

Bishafu took it seriously, "I'm looking forward to it~"

The two of them confuse Anna Wintour's third question with a few words, so Anna didn't say much for her daughter's sake, and instead said, "At present, I am willing to accept your question." Invitation, but can you secure the acquisition of Condé Nast?"

If there is no such confidence, it would be too cheap, "Don't worry, my people are already taking action. The major shareholders of Condé Nast are not firm in their will. It is not a big problem to take the shares in their hands. things, like a strike or something."

Anna Wintour is also confident, "You don't have to worry about this, as long as you can succeed in the acquisition, I am confident to maintain the stability of the group, but I will need your full support when the time comes, I have always only had one principle for disobedient people: Get out !"

Yang Cheng believed in Anna's ability and never doubted it, "Also, let me tell you in advance that I have reached a sponsorship agreement with Mr. John Rupert of the Richemont Group. I originally planned to use the name of the headline app to But now, I decided to put this sponsorship in Condé Nast or "vogue" obviously, 30 million US dollars to sponsor Richemont's golf tournament, which brand to use as the title, you decide."

This was regarded as a gift for Anna Wintour to take office, and Anna readily accepted, "No problem, I will be responsible for the implementation after I officially take over."

"cheers,

For our cooperation. "Yang Cheng replaced wine with water, and will drive Bi Xiafu later.

"Cheers, for our cooperation~" Anna smiled confidently. Obviously, she still has a good impression of Yang Cheng. Otherwise, with her personality, let alone cooperation, it is possible to turn her face and leave on the spot.

Because of the cooperation, the following lunch was very pleasant, and I personally sent my mother and Anna away, turned to Bishafu and said, "Send you back to the company?"

Bishafu, who also drank a few more glasses because of happiness, her slightly drunken state made her eyes a little blurred, but a few glasses of red wine are not enough to get drunk, but it is not suitable for going to the company, she shook her head slightly, "No, trouble You take me home? Take a break and finish the plan by the way."

Yang Cheng thoughtfully opened the co-pilot's door, and personally helped her into the car, amused Bishafu, "I'm not so drunk that I can't walk."

Seeing her sitting still, she joked as she closed the door, "This is a time to show a gentleman's demeanor, so don't let it go to waste."

Accompanied by a pleasant laugh, Yang Cheng returned to the driver's side, quickly started the car and merged into the traffic, "Sorry, are you going back to Long Island or to your home? If it's your home, I need your guidance."

Anna Wintour's home is in Long Island. Bishafu had been living at home before, and she moved out with her boyfriend recently.

"Of course, go back to your home. Let me take a look. Turn right ahead. We need to make a detour to Tenth Avenue."

Yang Cheng was surprised, "I remember your family has a property near Central Park, and you held parties there before, is that there?"

Bishafu was surprised, "You have a really good memory. What year was that? I hadn't moved out of my house at that time."

Yang Cheng smiled triumphantly, "Of course, I still remember about you."

Bishafu pressed a gap in the car window, and the breeze melted in instantly, bringing up some strands of hair. Anyway, there were no outsiders, so she simply untied the hair rope and let her long hair fall down. , according to her side face, coupled with scattered hair, this moment is full of charm.

Fortunately, there was no car ahead, otherwise Yang Cheng's momentary distraction would have caused a car accident.

"Did you put honey on your mouth?"

After a pause, she answered Yang Cheng's question, "The property has already been bought, and the housing price has risen a lot in the past few years. Anna just wanted to expand the manor on Long Island, and someone offered a high price, so she sold it.

I now live in a traditional community on Tenth Avenue. The nearby residents are either doctors or lawyers. The atmosphere is great and the law and order are guaranteed. "

Yang Cheng didn't know the exact location she mentioned, but he hadn't heard of any luxury housing projects on Tenth Avenue. In his subconscious mind, Bishafu should live in an apartment near Central Park, which was in line with her status as a socialite.

But I have to say that he still underestimated this stubborn girl, she didn't seem to consider herself a famous lady from the beginning to the end.

Looking at the residential building in front of him that looked like an ordinary community in a third-tier city in country Z, Yang Cheng didn't know what to say. If he remembered correctly, not far from here was the famous Hell's Kitchen.

Of course, Hell’s Kitchen is just a collective name for those dirty and messy places. Manhattan’s Hell’s Kitchen is located in the Clinton District. Entering, this place is not what it used to be. Not only are there few gangsters running around on the streets, but even the environment has become tidy.

The most important thing is that today's 'Hell's Kitchen', or the Clinton District, is already a famous gourmet district in Manhattan. More and more restaurants have sprung up here, directly driving the flow of people here. There has been a sharp increase. Now most of the people living here are ordinary white-collar workers, and there are not a few middle-class people. Generally speaking, it is a good residential area.

But what puzzled Yang Cheng was Bixiafu, no matter how bad she was, she wouldn't live here, right? Although Americans are mostly self-reliant as adults, that's for the average family.

For a girl like Bishafu who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, her journey from childhood to adulthood has been arranged. Yang Cheng thought that being a talk show producer was just her hobby and she didn't want to waste time on family affairs. Among the trivial, who would have thought that she would really live like an ordinary program producer.

At this moment, Yang Cheng, who was sitting in the Ferrari and looking at the residential area from the car window, didn't know what to say.

But Bishafu calmly pointed upstairs, "The apartment I bought with a loan is pretty good, right?"

Yang Cheng couldn't laugh or cry and said perfunctorily, "Well, it's okay."

"Do you want to go up and sit down?"

Yang Cheng froze for a moment, "Now? Where's your boyfriend?"

Bishafu inserted five fingers of her right hand into her hair and stroked back, "Don't want to? Forget it."

Yang Cheng looked unbearable, pushed the door and got out of the car, "Just kidding, why don't you want to, I'm just afraid that your boyfriend will misunderstand."

Bishafu got out of the car with a smile, and stepped on the stone-paved road with his high-heeled shoes, making a squeaky sound, "He's at work, and I just invited you up for a cup of coffee, thank you for taking me home, What is the misunderstanding?"

When he said this, Bixiafu bit his lip lightly, his meaningful eyes met Yang Cheng's, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Everyone said so, Yang Cheng was not a hypocritical character, locked the car, politely smiled at the young man passing by who was taking pictures of his car, and joked, "Remember not to take pictures of us."

The young man was not embarrassed, "Thanks, buddy, you know, we don't often have Ferraris here."

Bixiafu led the way, but after walking a few steps, she heard Yang Cheng chatting with a stranger, she was really speechless.

He stood aside in reproach, but didn't rush.

"Like a Ferrari?"

The young man has a reggae-style dirty braid, and he looks white and black at first glance, "No one doesn't love Ferrari, but I like red better, that is the sexiest color of Ferrari. Although your white car is also very beautiful, But it's not my thing."

This young man is very confident. He was not timid because Yang Cheng was driving a luxury car. After all, he just chatted on the spur of the moment. Yang Cheng didn't want to talk to him, and pointed to his F12, "Then take it slowly." , I am leaving."

"OK, walk slowly buddy, by the way, do you want a small umbrella?" The young man smirked and winked at Yang Cheng, and kept poking his lips in the direction of Bishafu, the meaning was self-evident.

Yang Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went into the unit building with Bi Xiafu on his own, and got on the old elevator. Yang Cheng put his hands in his pockets, and suddenly asked, "Your boyfriend didn't pay for this house?"

Bishafu wondered, "Why did he pay for it? This is my house? And I pay the loan myself."

Yang Cheng patted his forehead, and subconsciously brought in the thinking of the Chinese. The United States is not fond of this kind of thinking. This may be one of the reasons why the divorce rate of American young people is so high. "When I didn't say, what floor is your house on ?”

I just saw it outside. The buildings in this residential area should have been remodeled in the later stage. They are about 10 stories high. It is definitely incomparable with the skyscrapers with 4 and 50 floors on the Fifth Avenue, but they are also more lively. The taste is not so unattainable.

"On the 8th floor, I originally wanted to buy the top floor with a terrace, but the price is much more expensive than this set, so I can't afford it~"