Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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Mo Xiangwan nodded, her face displaying her usual calm expression: "Jingjing, you're amazing!"

Hmm... Your brother is great too... Mo Xiangwan thought to herself.

"Sister Xiang Wan, why is your face so red?"

As she turned her head, Qiao Jingjing asked curiously.

Mo Xiangwan, whose feelings were still lingering, felt a sudden pang in her heart and tried to cover it up by saying:

"It's so hot here!"

"Really!"

Qiao Jingjing had no suspicions.

Qiao Jingjing had other business to attend to at her company, and Mo Xiangwan originally wanted to go with her.

But Qiao Jingjing insisted on taking Qiao Yu back.

"I'll take my little brother home first."

Qiao Jingjing took Qiao Yu's arm and walked towards the car.

"You're getting addicted to shouting, aren't you?" Qiao Yu glanced sideways.

Qiao Jingjing wiggled her hips and kept calling out "Little brother, little brother, little brother..."

The sun was blazing, and the air was scorching hot.

The car had been baking in the sun for most of the day and was scorching hot.

It was very stuffy inside the car.

Qiao Jingjing's face flushed red, and she took out a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down.

Suddenly, they realized it was the bottle Qiao Yu had drunk from before.

He looked very disgusted.

"What's with the serious act?" Qiao Yu muttered.

"What did you say?" Qiao Jingjing glared.

"It's nothing," Qiao Yu said. "Shooting commercials is good. Besides movies, commercial performances and commercials are the most lucrative jobs for celebrities."

Qiao Jingjing hummed in agreement.

Have you been asked to do any lingerie commercials?

Qiao Yu stared at Qiao Jingjing's hot figure.

A figure like hers is every lingerie manufacturer's dream.

"It really does."

Qiao Jingjing started the car and drove it out of the building's parking space.

"And the price they offered was exceptionally high; the company had originally planned for me to shoot an underwear commercial."

"I told them I wouldn't film it, and the company had a lot of complaints about it."

"Don't be fooled by the glamorous appearance of celebrities; they're actually working for their companies. Their life or death is entirely in the hands of their management companies."

Don't be fooled by the glamorous life and huge profits of celebrities.

They're not qualified to compete with the bigwigs in the capital market.

There are too many celebrities who were blacklisted at the peak of their careers to count on both hands and feet.

"Then why aren't you filming anymore? Or did you go back to the company just to film an underwear commercial?"

Qiao Yu's expression was rather unpleasant.

He was certainly not keen on Qiao Jingjing shooting an underwear advertisement.

Even Qiao Jingjing himself rarely sees himself wearing underwear...

I have absolutely no psychological desire for that.

[Host, you have it.]

The system suddenly interrupted.

"Go to hell, if you're so capable, why don't you issue the mission yourself?"

Qiao Yu used reverse psychology.

[Sorry, the host's psychological desires are at their maximum, but the conditions are not yet met, making the mission impossible to complete.]

The system's flat, monotone voice said:

You can't ask Qiao Jingjing to take off her clothes in the car.

"The whole world is boring."

Qiao Yu thought to himself.

Qiao Jingjing glanced at her younger brother's expression and a smile appeared on her lips.

“I went and talked to them myself. I told the company leaders that I didn’t want to do lingerie ads. And they agreed,” Qiao Jingjing said.

"So simple?"

Qiao Yu was taken aback. So, what you just said was just a joke?

"Sister Xiang Wan said that the president appreciates me a lot and secretly takes good care of me," Qiao Jingjing said smugly.

"President?" Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes.

Qiao Jingjing turned her head to look at Qiao Yu, then looked straight ahead and focused on driving.

But she couldn't suppress the smile spreading across her face, and said happily:

"It's so sour."

"Sour my ass."

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes at Qiao Jingjing.

"However, I've never met the president of Jiaxing. I only know that his surname is Lu, and I rarely see him at the company."

Qiao Jingjing said, "You must be completely baffled, and so am I. I don't understand what she appreciates about me."

"Nonsense." Qiao Yu tried to cover up his lie: "I never wanted to ride Sister."

"what?"

Qiao Jingjing didn't understand.

Qiao Jingjing's phone rang at just the right moment, and she said:

"Help me connect the earphones, it's Mom on the phone."

Qiao Yu helped her connect the earphones and put them on for her to answer the phone.

“Mom,” Qiao Jingjing slowed down the car.

"Why did you suddenly bring him up?"

Qiao Jingjing listened to the phone call and suddenly frowned.

"No, he hasn't contacted me."

"Did you call Ayu? Let me ask."

Qiao Jingjing said, "Mom asked us if your uncle had called you."

Qiao Yu shook his head: "No, why bring him up out of the blue?"

"Mom, Ayu said no."

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

Qiao Yu asked, "What does Mom mean?"

Qiao Jingjing looked uninterested. "Who knows? Why bother with all that?"

The siblings remained silent.

A phone call from Qiao's mother was like a coagulant sprayed into the air.

They didn't want to talk about that person anymore.

September 6th.

Qiao Yu was rejected by two large financial companies again.

Finally, I changed my strategy and started sending my resume to small and medium-sized internet companies.

He's currently taking the subway to his second job interview.

With his undergraduate degree from Nanwu.

Small and medium-sized companies would be happy to meet him.

Whether he wants it or not is another matter.

Of course, he is also selective about the companies he works for.

These past few days, Qiao Jingjing has been sharing her workplace experience with him.

Of course, the more resumes you send out, the better. Go to any interviews you get, and we'll see if you get the job or not.

Qiao Yu thought to himself, "Thank you, but you really don't need to."

Companies choose their employees, and employees also choose their companies.

The principle of comparing prices applies everywhere.

The company I'm going to interview with next is in Pudong.

Twenty years ago, Pudong was a desolate, undeveloped area, but now it is the financial center of this international metropolis.

Major banks, securities companies, financial institutions, and internet companies have flocked here.

Anyway, people who work in the internet industry all think that setting up their company here is a sign of class.

Qiao Yu regretted that his family wasn't in Pudong.