Chapter 154 Lao Xiang who dislikes Liu Qianqian (please subscribe!)
“Xiang, I really didn’t expect that the higher-ups would pay attention to our private life.”
A breeze blew by, and Little John’s mouth was full of smiles Smiling.
"Yes, indeed."
Xiang Yang nodded with approval. Sitting at the door of the coffee shop, he took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand and looked up at the lush greenery. He looked at the tree branches with interest, and his eyes became profound.
The top management of Hermès was surprised by the surprise brought by the change.
In addition, as a person with past life memories, he felt more that this might be related to the acquisition initiated by LVMH Group.
No matter how secretive the acquisition is, it will reveal its flaws.
It is impossible for changes in the stock market to go unnoticed by the top elites at the top.
Perhaps this is the butterfly effect brought about by what I have done.
Maybe Pierre and Patrick want to send some signals to the outside world through certain actions.
Xiang Yang, who couldn't recall the group that could never satisfy his appetite, or when exactly he would launch the acquisition of Tiffany, thought about it in his mind.
gave this answer.
The watch and jewelry department has always been the Achilles heel of the LVMH Group. It does not even contribute 10% of its annual turnover and is far behind Richemont Group, which owns Cartier.
But Hermès jewelry collection.
It seems to be even more troubled.
In 1920, Hermès established a jewelry department and launched the "Collier de Chien" bracelet and "Filet de Selle". However, due to too much emphasis on leather products, this department disappeared directly.
It was not until Pierre took over Hermès that he brought this series back to everyone's attention.
And it also ranks last among Hermès’ 14 businesses.
"Pierre's Pierre, I don't know what kind of surprise he will bring us." Little John thought of something and suddenly smiled, with some playfulness and ridicule in his tone.
"Pierre Hardy," Xiang Yang frowned, "he will be a very good jewelry designer."
"Haha, I might as well trust you if I trust a shoemaker."
Little John frowned and made a noncommittal expression.
Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows and stared at his friend, too lazy to discuss the matter with him.
However, there is a reason for Little John’s teasing. Pierre Hardy, the artistic director of the Hermès jewelry department, designs shoes by profession. Born in an artistic family, he danced ballet for 15 years and initially drew shoe fashion illustrations for fashion magazines such as Vogue. Later, after studying shoe design at Dior, he was hired to serve as creative director of shoes at Hermès.
Now he is also the artistic director of Hermès jewelry.
"Xiang, how about you use your imagination and come up with a few designs. I think you are more reliable than him, really." Little John leaned closer to the sample and suggested with a smile.
But looking at the look of disgust on Xiang Yang's calm face, he knew the answer in the other person's heart.
"Little John, I am a successful director after all."
"Tsk, tsk, I'm just kidding you." Little John grinned, "People must have What if it comes true? ”
Xiang Yang was stunned. The fact that these words came out of the other party's mouth really made him a little confused.
But soon, something strange flashed in Little John's eyes, and he smiled and said: "No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. If you really draw some creative designs, maybe I can help you sell it well." Price.”
“Haha.”
A few days later.
On a sunny day in Beijing, under the clear blue sky, Liu Qianqian and Su Chang drove to a reasonably well-decorated coffee shop near Xiangshan Park wearing caps, large sunglasses and masks.
The two people, who were completely covered, ordered two drinks under the surprised look of the waiter, and then went to the open air on the second floor.
A handsome short-haired guy wearing sunglasses was sizing up a cup of coffee. After noticing the two of them for the first time, he put down the cup in his hand with a smile, stood up and said with a smile:
"Hi , Sissi, long time no see.”
“Hey, Zhu Yawen, do you see me often?”
Su Chang casually put down his arm holding Liu Qianqian’s hand and smiled. He shook hands with the other party on behalf of Liu Qianqian, and then joked to Song Jia, who was also covering herself up so that she could not see clearly:
"You two are such good buddies. You take him with you wherever you go."
"What, he insists on following you." Song Jia glanced at Zhu Yawen with disgust and said with a smile: "Some people say that my old classmate Jin Yi has returned. It would be inappropriate not to come over and congratulate him in person."
"Hey, no way." Liu Qianqian smiled, looking at Zhu Yawen who was a little embarrassed, her voice was very sweet Said:
"How are you? It's been a long time."
"It's been a long time." Zhu Yawen showed a coquettish smile and took back the hand that touched her gently. , he scratched his hair in embarrassment, and his voice became deeper: "If you are still like that, I will definitely not be able to compare with you."
"Yes, Sissy." Song Jia nodded with emotion, "I was worried about you before, but it turned out that you were lucky enough to participate in such a big production quietly.
Tell us about it quickly , what is it like to work with Hollywood’s best actors and actresses?”
Liu Qianqian, who was a little embarrassed by her friend Song Jia’s teasing, smiled softly when she sat down and said, “The experience is of course unprecedented. Hehe, I feel like I’ve learned a lot.”
“Why don’t you tell me,” Song Jia expressed her inner dissatisfaction in a complaining tone, “You talk to Changchang about all the good things. I forgot about it."
"Hey, Jiajia, that's not right," Su Chang retorted immediately, with a hint of disgust for Liu Qianqian in his eyes, "Our Qian. Qian has not only forgotten you, she has almost forgotten me now.”
"I didn't!" Liu Qianqian's voice suddenly sounded higher.
"No?"
Su Chang made a tut-tsk sound. She first glanced at Zhu Yawen, waved her hand to prevent him from eavesdropping, and smiled as she motioned for Song Jia to put her head closer. Come over, under Liu Qianqian's protest, after she whispered a few words, Song Jia's eyes immediately showed surprise.
Astonished, wearing sunglasses and a mask, she couldn't help but look sideways at Zhu Yawen.
“What are you looking at me for?”
Zhu Yawen looked around in confusion, muttering in her heart while asking. "Nothing, just drink your coffee." Song Jia sighed helplessly.
With a sigh, Zhu Yawen, who was no longer a young boy in school and had a masterpiece, realized something. His heart skipped a beat and he took a sneak peek at Zheng Wei. Liu Qianqian, who was gesticulating with her fingers on herself and her friends, cleared her throat and said with a smile:
"You won't get a big production again, will you?"
"Huh? "Liu Qianqian was surprised, but immediately shook her head, "How is that possible?"
"I can't say that I'm sure of it, but I guess it's almost the same." Su Chang, who knew the inside story, couldn't help laughing. Song Jia, who saw the clues, smiled knowingly, "Qian Qian, won't you explain it to us?"
"No, I just got a chance to audition."
Liu Qianqian pursed her lips.
Zhu Yawen glanced at Liu Qianqian and said, "Congratulations, Sissy."
However, while he was saying festive words, his thoughts were drifting elsewhere in the breeze at the foot of Fragrant Mountain. .
A kind of melancholy emerged from his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Liu Qianqian, who was just wearing a simple light-colored dress. During her four-year college career, she didn't have many opportunities to meet her because of filming.
But every time she comes, I feel joy from the bottom of my heart.
She will greet herself with a sweet smile. The feeling is very close, just like now, so close that you can appreciate her beauty without looking at it, but it seems so far away that you can't touch it.
“Hey, Yawen, what are you doing?”
Seeing the waiter bring the coffee ordered by Liu Qianqian and Su Chang, Zhu Yawen was dumbfounded and didn’t react at all, Song Jia directly He patted the other party's shoulder in disgust, "Is your soul wandering?"
"Ah, no." Hearing this, Zhu Yawen woke up and said, "I want to play, I want to play."
He didn't pay much attention to his friend's actions, and just stared at Liu Qianqian as the waiter came downstairs. He took off his mask, wrinkled his nose slightly, took a deep breath, and said with emotion: "The air at the foot of the mountain is quite fresh."
Su Chang on the side said with a smile: "Why don't you tell me about you Why do you suddenly want to come here?"
"Ah, what?" Liu Qianqian blinked quickly when she heard this and said with a smile: "I've never been here before, so I wanted to come and see the environment here. "
"Actually, it's like this here in Xiangshan. There's not much to do in Beijing." Zhu Yawen looked around and made a casual comment.
Song Jia nodded in agreement.
Liu Qianqian frowned and said, "I think it's pretty good."
Su Chang shrugged his shoulders and thought to himself, "I don't think Xiang Yang's home is right here. Is it nearby?”
Thinking of this, she looked around curiously. The old building environment made it difficult for her not to agree with Zhu Yawen’s words, “Although this place supports people, it really doesn’t How about it?
It looks good from a distance, but looks shabby up close.”
Lao Xiang, who was wearing a police uniform, happened to be cooperating with the relevant departments to conduct safety inspections. He was about to go upstairs to see if the fire fighters were in place. When he heard the discussion of several young people upstairs, he was still angry and said dissatisfied:
"Hey, girl, look at what you said, why don't you look down on us going to Beijing?"
As he said this, he put on an air of air and came to a few people, " Come and tell the police uncle what’s wrong with our work so we can rectify it.”
“Lao Xiang, there’s no problem here, let’s go to the next one.” Downstairs, the aunt from the neighborhood committee heard. There was movement upstairs, and someone shouted into the corridor.
"Okay, I'll come down right now." Lao Xiang turned around and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Didn't you just say that here is not good and that is not good? Now I asked you to talk about the specific situation, and each one of you was stunned and speechless.”
"Uncle, that's not what we meant." Zhu Yawen was a little depressed.
Just a few young people chatting, and suddenly they met a serious old man. This incident was quite embarrassing.
"Uncle, don't be angry, we don't mean that." Liu Qianqian turned to the side and raised her head, looking at Lao Xiang who was smiling but not smiling, and explained softly.
Song Jia and Su Chang also nodded quickly in response.
Although the scene was not pretty, fortunately, the old man in police uniform did not recognize several celebrities.
Otherwise, it will only be more embarrassing now.
As soon as Lao Xiang saw that he had just spoken a few words, he managed to keep several handsome young men in submission. He couldn't help but show off the same momentum he used to teach his son, and said seriously:
"You young people, haven't you heard of the saying that trouble comes from your mouth?
Also, who said we are broken here? At the foot of Fragrant Mountain, there are many things worth nagging you. , today I will open your eyes and tell you about the secrets here.
Have you seen the two stone lions over there?"
The aunt waiting downstairs heard Lao Xiang's voice and knew that this old man might have encountered something useful as a teacher.
The aunt sighed helplessly, holding on to the handle of the stairs and walking up step by step. When she just stood up, she saw several young and handsome young people who were listening to the talkative young man in a daze, and she was stunned. He was stunned, and then exclaimed:
"Hey, aren't these Zhu Chuanwu and Xian'er, how come they got out of the TV?"
Lao Xiang was stunned when he was talking about getting up. , turned around and asked: "Xian'er? What Xian'er?"
"Go, go, go on your way." The aunt ignored Lao Xiang and walked two steps quickly with a smile on her face, and came to Song Jia and Zhu Yawen smiled in front of them:
"I really enjoyed watching your performance in "Crossing the Guandong". Xian'er, you are so handsome. You're not a bad guy, but you're just not a thing. When I watched you, it didn't make me mad to death."
" Hey, aunt, please don't say that." Song Jia reacted and quickly stood up to greet her.
Zhu Yawen also stood up quickly, pointing at herself and saying, "I'm not a thing, I'm not a thing." At the same time, he looked at the helpless Lao Xiang, pointed to the chair he was sitting on just now, and said:
"Uncle, why don't you sit down and chat for a while?"
"Uh, this."
Lao Xiang swallowed his throat, not knowing what to say.
At this time, among the few people, the handsome girl closest to him stood up and smiled slightly: "Uncle, I quite like what you said."
"Yes. Well." Lao Xiang glanced at the girl.
I was too preoccupied with practicing my talk just now to notice that this girl is so fair and pretty, and she speaks nicely.
It’s just a little bit bad, why are you wearing sunglasses when you have nothing to do?
(End of this chapter)