The next night.

Jiang Di put on the snow-white knee-length skirt she bought yesterday, put on makeup that made her look cheerful, and went out.

Considering that she might be socializing and drinking while talking about things, she deliberately did not drive, but took a taxi and went to the entrance of Ye Mi Club.

Following the private room number given by Qiao Momo, Jiang Di knocked on the door.

The door opened, and the waiter inside was naked from the waist up, and his chest muscles were so strong that they could crush an apple.

"Madam, please come in." The waiter welcomed her in a bubble voice.

Greasy, too greasy.

Jiang Di quickly averted his eyes from the tendon of his body, as if he would be stricken by a needle if he looked at it one more time.

At this time, three men in suits and leather shoes were sitting on the sofa in the private room.

Seeing Jiang Di coming, a tall man wearing black-rimmed glasses stood up.

He stretched out his hand towards her: "Jiang Di, right? I am the director of Serpi Culture Media, Yang Zijian."

Jiang Di shook hands with him and responded politely: "Hello, Director Yang."

"Come, sit down for a while. Mo Mo has already told me all about your situation. Let's have fun today. When we are happy, we can sign the contract directly."

"OK."

Jiang Di sat down next to Yang Zijian and quickly glanced at the other two people with her peripheral vision.

I always feel like something is wrong.

The two men's gazes fell on him very hotly, making Jiang Di very uncomfortable.

"Ms. Jiang, come." Yang Zijian handed over a glass of wine, "Do you need me to order a male model for you? All the male models here are muscular men."

Jiang Di glanced at the waiter standing at the door and remembered that he had ordered a male model at a Venice nightclub, and the next day Ji Yan directly reported the nightclub for rectification.

She waved her hand: "No, thank you, Director Yang."

"Hahaha." Yang Zijian's smile always makes people feel a little bit vulgar, "It seems that Miss Jiang is still a bit introverted. In this job of anchoring, you have to be open-minded."

Jiang Di nodded slightly, smiled and said a few perfunctory words.

I always feel that today's situation is not serious.

After a while, several scantily clad women walked into the private room, their bodies smelling of makeup and powder.

They walked to these men one by one, sat down, and handed them drinks in coquettish voices.

The woman sitting next to Yang Zijian squeezed between him and Jiang Di, and drew circles on Yang Zijian's chest with her fingertips.

"Boss, how long has it been since you came to see me? Have you forgotten me?"
Chapter completed!