Chapter 3 third chapter

I called two odd jobs for different detective agencies and asked them to follow Mrs. Bao, one during the day and one at night.Not that she was afraid she would go to the pharmacy to buy rat poison, saying that a rat had been found in the storage room.It's just that I don't want to miss any leads, and just in case. I had lunch and made a point of going to a larger food store. I searched carefully in the store.I saw a newly opened cardboard box containing twenty-four tubes of anchovies sauce.It was a brand I had never seen before, and I bought the whole case. Drive to Bao Qile's residence at No. 2319 Adan Street, park the car, walk up the steps, and ring the doorbell of his house.

A butler answered the door.He was about twenty-six years old, quite good-looking, and he put on the uniform carefully as if it was the first time he was wearing it. Are you a housekeeper?I asked while looking at his expression. He said: Steward and driver.Who do you want to meet? I gave him a smiling face and said, I represent the squeeze sauce company, and we are looking for a well-known hostess in the social circle who can represent the average senior American housewife.we're going to do a little publicity Mrs. Bao would never be interested.After he finished speaking, he was about to close the door.

I said: You don't know the inside story yet, I'm not here to sell anything.I'm here to ask Mrs. Bao to make a show and take a photo. This photo will appear in major magazines across the country.My name is Lai, and I'm the director of the advertising department. The steward hesitated a bit, he said: I don't think I interrupted him and said: You have to turn down an opportunity for her to have her photo appear in a major national magazine. If she finds out, you have no choice but to go back to a small restaurant as a waiter.Tell her what I said, and see what she says. He blushed and wanted to say something, but stopped again and said, "Wait a minute."Close the door right in front of my nose.

Five minutes later, he came back and said: Mrs. Bao can see you.His expression was cold and serious, as if he didn't take this matter seriously.It can be seen that he originally hoped that Mrs. Bao would refuse, so that he could drive me away, but now he must accept me. He guided me through the reception foyer to the living room.Mrs. Bao came in afterward very formally.I figured she was thirty-one, but at first glance she was much younger. She said: You are Mr. Lai.please sit down.I'm Mrs. Bao.What's your business? She's very sweet and doesn't put on airs.I know that she can be polite and kind, or she can order to evict immediately, and she wants to see what comes out of my hat.

She sat down in a chair with her legs together, her skirt below her knees, and a formal smile on her face. I opened the anchovies box.I said: We are designing a national advertising campaign.We'll have it all rolled out in a few weeks.At that time, TV, movies, and magazines across the country will be launched together. Squeeze sauce is the most delicious and convenient anchovy sauce that can be eaten by just squeezing it on any biscuit or pancake.Manufactured entirely from imported anchovies.Once you try it, you will know that it is better than similar products.This box of samples is given to you for free.I hope you try it out.If you like it and want to use it a lot, maybe you'll allow us to take a promotional photo of you.

How to deal with publicity photos? I said: In principle, the promotional photos are only published in the largest magazines in China.The title might be that the leaders of the younger generation all use squeeze sauce, or something like that.A dynamic TV commercial was shot only when the response was good. After I finished speaking, I sat quietly, waiting for the effect to penetrate into her heart.I saw that the description of the younger generation had entered the depths of her heart. She twisted in her chair, crossed her legs, and smiled happily.Crossing her legs is not accidental, she wants me to see what she has to be photographed.

Very rich. Of course, I go on lightly, we will never burden you with anything.These squeeze sauces are for you to try and see if you like them.Use it as you like.Some products like to advertise with real celebrities, which we feel is snobbery.We are determined not to choose rich and powerful people, but to choose people with independent personality, noble social life, youthful vitality, and people who have influence on the public. How did you find me? I smiled and said: Don't ask me.Ask the head office.They spent a lot of time researching and preparing for this propaganda offensive.The head office said they were looking for women who could stand out in the photo.They're looking for women who will instantly appeal to their readers.They certainly wouldn't be looking for a woman who was anemic and had a goiter.What we want is real, lively, lively, and leading the trend.

She moves her thigh a little: you think I'm qualified? I looked down, then immediately up again. I think you are qualified, of course, mainly because the head office thinks you are qualified. However, I must first discuss this matter with my husband.But I see I sure, I love this anchovies sauce.I won't introduce what I don't like Of course, I know you won't, so I'll keep this box of Squeeze Sauce, you can try it when you have a chance. She leaned over and pressed a button, and she said, If you don't mind, I'd like to have my secretary come in.I want there to be no misunderstanding with each other in this matter.

There can be no misunderstanding. She leaned back in the chair, her eyes half closed, and her long eyelashes had a quiet mystery. I think, she said, it's all your opinion. I don't understand what you mean? I think it's a propaganda tactic you came up with.Very smart, very talented.It's a great way to advertise a new product.I think it fits your personality. I humbly say: I just made some suggestions to the head office. What do you say to invite someone with personality?Touch the hearts of those who see the advertisement. She laughed happily. The door opens.The girl who had been in Baisha's office this morning came in.Mrs. Bao introduced: Miss Han Jialuo, my secretary.Jia Luo, this is Mr. Lai.

The girl stood there frozen for a second, and I immediately stood up, bowed, and said: Nice to meet you.She reacted quickly, returned to normal immediately, and said coldly: Hello, Mr. Lai. Mrs. Bao said with a smile: Mr. Lai represents a high-level anchovies sauce company and promotes the famous squeeze sauce.He sent a box of samples and wanted us to try them out.If I like it, he hopes to use my photo to advertise and introduce it to others.Probably use the reception as the background, Mr. Lai, right? I said: That would be more perfect.Treat your dear friends to a small refreshment with a squeeze of sauce.

She nodded: This can definitely be arranged. She glanced at her secretary, frowned and raised it immediately, as if trying to keep us out of her sight and to be alone. She asked: When will the photo be taken, Mr. Lai? Of course, first of all, it depends on whether you like the taste of squeezed sauce.When are you going to try it and how long before you decide you like it? She nodded to her secretary.Han Jialuo pressed the call button.The driver and housekeeper appeared at the door: Mrs. Bao, did you ring the bell? She looked at him, and said in a half-interested, half-indifferent tone: Yes, Wei Meng, take these squeeze sauces in.Squeeze a little on the kind of biscuits we were using yesterday and get us some cocktails to bring out together.Mr. Lai, what kind of wine do you want? You can use anything.I answer. Mrs. Bao said: Give me a martini, Wymon.Jia Luo doesn't drink alcohol. Yes, very good, Mrs. Bao. Wei Meng walked out the door with his back straight. I asked: What is Wei Meng's last name?I seem to have seen him somewhere. Mrs. Bao said: My surname is Ma.He is both housekeeper and driver.As a housekeeper, he has no experience at all.But the driving skills are brilliant.Urban traffic is getting worse and worse, and I can barely drive myself anymore. I nod. In addition, Mrs. Bao went on to say, I always want to help others get up.Many young people do not have the opportunity to be self-reliant.Another three months of training Wei Meng can become a good housekeeper.He may not like the butler's job, but he's a good driver. I nodded again. Suddenly Mrs. Bao said: I'm sorry, Mr. Lai, I'm sorry. I immediately stood up and watched her leave. Han Jialuo said angrily in a low voice: What kind of trick is this? Why lie to us, who are you?I asked. She glared at me. I smiled and said: Jia Luo, don't worry.I'm putting a pair of psychological handcuffs on her. Jia Luo is not your name.I am Miss Han. Ok, Ok.Besides butler and driver, does Wei Meng have any expertise? She raised her chin angrily and refused to answer my question. I said: It doesn't matter to me if you don't want us to work anymore. Of course I want you to work.Otherwise, why would I give away the banknotes for nothing?But do you know how dangerous it is. have no idea. Tell you She failed to tell that Mrs. Bao had gone back to the living room.She said: Mr. Lai, the cocktails will be here soon. I said: Your husband is in the real estate business? Yes. It is said that he is hosting the development of a new community? You seem to know my background very well. I say: The background is too important for any photo.But our company is only interested in you.We're doing nothing more than a background check on your husband. She smiled and said: You are very good at talking, Mr. Lai. Thank you. It should be emphasized again that there is no obligation on my part.And the photos I took must be approved by me before they can be published, right? That's roughly true. What else is wrong? I said: Unless you agree, we will not come to take pictures.Once you approve, the photos taken belong to our company. I think it's ok. Butler Ma Weimeng brought in cocktails and snacks.Mrs. Bao picked up a biscuit and took a tentative bite.Make a gesture of identifying the taste of anchovy sauce with your mouth.Almost instantly make an expression that this is the best taste in the world. Yes, Not Bad.delicious.she says. I smiled at her. She raised her glass and toasted me from the top of the glass.The eyes are beautiful, elegant, and a bit mischievous, a bit like the look she gave Wei Meng just now.Probably this is her usual look at the men who admire her. Weimeng still stood there straight and didn't seem to rest. Han Jialuo was still angry. Mrs. Bao and I were drinking cocktails.Chatting, everyone ate four or five biscuits squeezed with anchovy sauce. Is this sauce okay?I asked. She said: Very good.I think it's a very high-grade anchovies sauce.Of course I will ask my husband before making a final decision. Of course, of course, it should be. But I think my husband would definitely agree. She smiled at me. I smiled at her too, trying to make her understand that what was on my mind was that a pretty lady like her would not be rejected by any man. If my husband agrees, she asked, when can you proceed at the earliest? almost immediately. Will there be a long delay? No, everything will be fast. Taking pictures won't take a lot of time? Five or six days' notice is enough. I need to contact the headquarters and find a good photographer. It will take months for the photos to be published, right? several weeks. interesting.she said happily.He smiled lightly and said: Of course, no one knows what will change after so many days.Maybe I don't live in this city anymore.Maybe I smiled and said: We only need your photo and consent form.If you don't mind me being honest, you have an artistic sense of beauty.Taking a photo from the right angle can make a big impact on the reader.This is exactly what our company expects. I think it can all be arranged.I will talk to my husband.How can I get in touch with you? I said: I am rarely in the office, it is easier for me to find you.Maybe tomorrow morning? Also, please call me at half past ten.If I hadn't gotten up by then, my secretary Jia Luo would have told you everything. Her tone already hinted that she was going to see off the guests.So I stood up and walked towards the door. The steward and driver handed me my hat.I waited for him to open the door for me.I felt hostility emanating from him, like heat from a furnace. goodbye.I said. Goodbye, sir. I imagined the door would slam shut.But he closed the door softly like a thief.