President Steven 825
She didn't know that besides fried chicken, she also endorsed cheese, instant noodles and even pizza until she asked Lily.
The so—called endorsement was just to print her pictures on these food. Fortunately, they were all produced by the same company, and the owner was a distant relative of Anna. Therefore, she didn't have to worry about the food safety.
At that time, the company only had one requirement: a good—looking star.
Julia just met their requirements.
So she endorsed more than 20 kinds of snacks with 50,000 dollars.
And the target group of most of the food were the children in the mountainous area and remote villages, so not many people knew that she had these endorsements.
She digested for a while before accepting that she was a country food spokesperson.
She asked Lily to inform the group leader of this thing in advance, but she didn't want to reveal her identity. So Julia asked Lily to say that she was Lily's assistant or something.
Lily contacted the group leader directly, and Julia had finally been invited to the group.
Number 8: Hello, everyone. I'm your new president.
The six people in the group all typed a question mark.
Julia was still quite satisfied. There were a few people, but at least they were very active.
At this time, an ID called 'Steven 825' typed.
"Then who am I, if you're the president?"
The other six apparently regarded this 'Steven 825' as their leader and followed him to type.
"825 is the president. The newcomer probably doesn't understand the rules."
"Right. We only recognize 825 as our president."
"Agreed."
Number 8: "???"
Julia didn't see it wrongly, did she? There was a class struggle within a group of eight people?
After seeing this, Lily said to Julia embarrassedly, "When I got you the food endorsement, I promised the position of the president will belong to his son."
She was speechless. Julia thought that she might find the reason why she could never become famous.
Lily was the biggest problem, and she even had seven little haters in Julia's fan club.
It wasn't Lily's fault anyway. It was just Lily didn't have that talent. She could only contact some external channels and she was really bad at managememt.
Steven 825:[ "I am a very reasonable person. If you want to be president, we can have a fair competition."]
Julia didn't know what to say.
Holy shit!
There were only seven people in a fan club chatting group and you still had the face to continue being the president.
Number 8: ["I suspect you're a hater."]
Steven 825:[ "What is that?"]
Number 8: ["Do you know how to make your idol become more famous and how to protect her from haters and slanders?"]
Steven 825:[ "Why should I care about this? The essential requirement for joining the group is to be rich. They have to be willing to spend money on our idol. Otherwise, what are they doing here?"]
No. 8:[ "It's not only about the money. A fan club has to be managed by specific person. All these things I mentioned before have to be arranged by professional managers."]
Number 8:[ "I really don't think you're fit to be the president."]
Lily leaned over and saw their chattig and smiled, "Don't you say, this Steven is quite reliable. Do you remember the supporting actress character in that online drama? It was gained through his money."
Julia really didn't expect 825 was such an advanced gamer.
While the 'Steven 825' on the other side was furious and he directly sent a voice message, ["I can dig my heart out for Julia, can you?"]
He sounded quite young and his voice was softly and hoarse. It was quite sexy, and it was very suitable for him to be voice actor.
However, Julia did not want his organs.
She explained the importance of raising the ranks in detail in the group.
And said some encouraging words in the end.
"If you want Julia to fly high, you have to make her on the top of the rankings. It requires the collective efforts of us."
Steven 825 was not a stubborn person. Hearing it was good for Julia, he happily agreed.
Steven 825:[ "Make it clear that I am the president and you are the vice president. You need to respect the rules."]
Julia was speechless again.
No. 8:[ "I don't have much time to manage, so the work should be distributed to the leaders of each chatting group. You can be the president, but you have to change the rules of entering the groups. We can't do much things if we don't have enough people."]
Julia spent an afternoon distributing the tasks of the fan club chatting group, and Number 6 understood this quite well. So Julia asked Number 6 to screen the fans who wanted to join the group.
At this moment, a verification message jumped in. It was 825.
825:[ "In the future, I'll consult with you if I have any confusions. As long as it's for the sake of Julia, I'm willing to do it."]
Julia smiled. She didn't expect that she had such a loyal fan.
Number 8: ["Okay."]
....
Within the City clubhouse.
Ford sat cross—armed on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. There were many things approaching the New Year so he had traveled from demostic to abroad in the past two days. Even Iranman would feel a little tired.
It was late night, and it was the time for entertainment.
Tonight, there was a company that invited him here to discuss the business of expanding foreign trade. After dealing with it for a while, he felt a little annoyed, and left the rest to Jerry.
He closed his eyes but his mind still couldn't relax. He continued thinking of the frightened face of the child that night. There was still no clue when he returned to arrange for someone to investigate.
Her foster father had been imprisoned for attempted murder back then, and her unrelated brother had disappeared that night. He had long known about this, but when he digged deeper into what had happened that night, he found that the records were blank.
The only ones who knew about it were the four people present that night. Her foster father refused to see anyone, including Julia. Several visits of her had been rejected. However, there was no news from her eldest brother.
The one who did not die was a vegetative person, and the only child present had lost his memories.
Stimulation therapy... Ford couldn't bear it.
He was a little drunk and was still thinking the scene that child hugging him firmly. He could still remember the soft touching. The tiredness dissipated and he rubbed his temples and smiled softly.
It really arose his curiosity.
A small champagne gown outlined a woman's alluring figure. Nancy gently pushed open the door of the lounge.
She came to this dinner was only because she had heard that Ford would be there today.
She was the youngest best actress in the history of the Golden Jade Awards, and she didn't care for many celebrities in the business world who showed affections to her.
But she could not ignore Ford,, the young CEO of the Ainsworth Group. She had been interested in him before at a cocktail party, and she couldn't forget him for a long time.
Now that she had won the award, she would compared to Ford. Although she heard that this young CEO had few scandals, she was confident that no man could resist her temptation.
Ford glanced at her from afar during the dinner and then went to the lounge. She naturally had to grasp such a clear hint.
The lounge was dimly lit. The man wore a black shirt and a pair of trousers of the same color. Half of his body fell into the shadows.
The skin on his neck was pale. The exquisite lines of his jaw were extremely smooth. Just the side of his face was perfect and made people fee intoxicating.
Nancy had seen a chunk of outstanding businessmen, but she had never seen such a good look before. Even in the starry entertainment industry, there were few men could compare to him.
She walked over slowly, getting nervous as she got closer.
Ford, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally reacted when he smelled a unfamiliar fragrance.
He slowly opened his eyes and gave Nancy a cold gaze. His expressionsion was distant and indifferent, unable to see through his emotions.
"Arrived?"
The man's voice was low and slack, as if he wasn't in a high mood.
Nancy was ecstatic. She was right. Ford was waiting for her.