An Ning felt very confused. "At that time, I was still young and not very familiar with prices back then."
"We spent 500,000." Wen Rufeng provided the number.
"500,000, that's not much even in '95."
"That's right. You know Zhou Lin's appearance fee back then was 400,000. So how could we not pay a hefty fee for her to endorse our brand's lingerie?"
"How did you manage it?"
"I used my sincerity to move her," Wen Rufeng said.
An Ning shook her head in denial. "But people today don't believe in sincerity. You can't move her with sincerity alone."
Wen Rufeng's eyes became stern. "Do means matter that much? If sincerity isn't in vogue now, use something else. I don't care what method you use; I want results."
An Ning saw the disdain in her mother-in-law's eyes, and she couldn't accept it. In a fit of anger, she said, "I will definitely close the deal with him. I will not let you look down on me."
Wen Rufeng smiled. "Alright, don't let me look down on you."
