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8 CHAPTER 8: How small was her brain?

The new villa apartment was far from the luxury of Tian Shui Villa. However, it had meticulous details in its design, and everything needed for daily use was readily available. Gu Wei Wei cleaned the room, unpacked her luggage, and couldn't wait to take a shower. She removed the makeup that was too mature and old for her, and changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans.

The 18 years old Mu Wei Wei is at the age where her face is white and smooth. The skin is delicate and as delicate as porcelain, her eyes are exquisite and beautiful, her lips are as pink as cherry blossoms, and she had a unique and pure kind of beautiful face. With such a naturally beautiful face, yet she listened to Meng Ru Ya's suggestion to dress up as a typical vulgar and old fashioned lady of the evening. What's wrong with Mu Wei Wei's brain, how small is it?

After a day of rest in her new home, she could not bear to go out to straighten her hair back and buy some daily clothes and necessities. Just after she bought her things and went back to the apartment, old madam Fu called and asked her to find Ming Zong Yuan that she met yesterday to ask for his help.

Fu Group, Headquarter Building.

Vice President Fi Shi Qin sent the Wilsons couple back to the hotel and he returned to the company, he immediately let out his pent up anger. "Why is this couple are so difficult, we had made the biggest concessions, so what else they still want?" The Wilsons arrived in Chine yesterday but the meeting had started two days ago and the partnership had not been finalized yet. This is a multi-billion contract, and it is also related to the expansion of the Fu Group in S country. Once it fails, the loss will be too great.

"Does old man Ming still would not agree?" Fu Han Zheng furrowed his eyebrows. Yesterday Mrs. Wilson asked about Pauline's painting, so it seems that, that woud still the key to the success of tis discussion.

Fu Shi Qin sighed and straightforwardly said. "That old man was just like a rock. The only thing left that I hadn't try is to kneel down and call him grandfather, no matter what he would not give up a painting. It's just a painting, so I really do not know what's so good about it that everyone would fight just to see it."

Fu Han Zheng furrowed his eyebrows, "Prepare some good tea, tomorrow I will personally visit him myself." The Fu Group had been preparing for this partnership with the Wilson Group for a long time, so he won't allow any problem hinder it.

"I think even if you call him father, he will still not give us a painting." Fu Shi Qin pouts.

Just when the two men were heatedly discussing the matter, Meng Ru Ya come to the 19th floor with a pale looking face and happily said. "President Fu, I had personally persuaded old man Ming."

"Really?" Fu Shi Qin excitedly stood up.

Meng Ru Ya nodded with a smile, "Mr Ming had promised to sell one of Pauline's paintings, and even invited the Wilsons to his house to see his private collection."

Fu Han Zheng nodded, "Schedule that for tomorrow afternoon. You can go back and rest now." Probably because Meng Ru Ya had spent her time to persuade old man Ming, her face loooks pale and dark circle had come our as well. "It would be better if I joined you guys tomorrow. You men could talk about work, while Mrs Wilson would have a girl to talk with."

Fu Han Zheng though for a while and said. "First of all go, today just go back and rest, and tomorrow we would trouble you for another day." Meng Ru Ya laughed and left the President's office.

Fu Shi Qin rubs his chin and curiously said. "What actually did she say to that old man? Even though we obviously had asked old man Ming, he never agreed to it before." For the last two days, he had gone to the Ming's family house a few times, and he had explained to him so many times but Ming Zong Yuan still would not sell any painting to them. Ru Ya really deserved to be the public relations department's manager, she could actually handle that kind of stubborn person.