Chapter 3 third chapter

I called two odd jobs for different detective agencies and asked them to follow Mrs. Bao, one during the day and one at night.Not that she was afraid she would go to the pharmacy to buy rat poison, saying that a rat had been found in the storage room.It's just that I don't want to miss any leads, and just in case. I had lunch and made a point of going to a larger food store. I searched carefully in the store.I saw a newly opened cardboard box containing twenty-four tubes of anchovy sauce.It was a brand I had never seen before, and I bought the whole case. Drive to Bao Qile's residence at No. 2319 Adan Street, park the car, walk up the steps, and ring the doorbell of his house.

A butler answered the door.He was about twenty-six years old, quite good-looking, and he put on the uniform carefully as if it was the first time he was wearing it. "Are you the housekeeper?" I asked while looking at his expression. He said, "Housekeeper and driver. Who do you want to see?" I gave him a smiley face and said, "I represent 'Squeeze Sauce Company', we are looking for a well-known hostess in the social world...someone who can represent the average senior American housewife. We will do a little publicity..." "Mrs. Bao will definitely not be interested." After he finished speaking, he was about to close the door.

I said, "You haven't got the inside story yet, and I'm not here to sell anything. I'm here to ask Mrs. Bao to pose and take a picture that will appear in every major magazine across the country with the headline 'Social Women Use Squeeze' Squeeze sauce to deal with appetizers'. My name is Lai, and I am the head of the advertising department." The butler hesitated a bit, he said, "I don't think..." I interrupted him and said, "You have to turn down an opportunity for her to have a photo appear in a major national magazine. If she finds out, you'll have to go back to a small restaurant as a waiter. Tell her what I've said. Let's see what she says."

He blushed and wanted to say something, but stopped again and said, "Wait a minute." He closed the door in front of my nose. Five minutes later, he came back and said, "Mrs. Bao can see you." His expression was indifferent and serious, as if he didn't take this matter at all seriously.It can be seen that he originally hoped that Mrs. Bao would refuse, so that he could drive me away, but now he must accept me. He guided me through the reception foyer to the living room.Mrs. Bao came in afterward very formally.I figured she was thirty-one, but at first glance she was much younger.

She said: "You are Mr. Lai. Please sit down. I am Mrs. Bao. What can I do for you?" She's very sweet and doesn't put on airs.I know that she can be polite and kind, or she can order to evict immediately, and she wants to see what comes out of my hat. She sat down in a chair with her legs together, her skirt below her knees, and a formal smile on her face. I opened the anchovy sauce box.I said, "We're designing a national ad campaign. In a few weeks we'll have it all rolled out. It'll be national TV, movies, magazines, all rolled out together." "Squeezing sauce is the most delicious and convenient anchovy sauce that can be eaten by squeezing it on any biscuits and pancakes. It is completely made of imported anchovies. You will know that it is better than similar products once you try it. This box is tested Supplies are given to you for free. I hope you try them out. If you like them and want to use them often, maybe you'll allow us to take a promotional photo of you."

"How to deal with publicity photos?" I said: "In principle, the promotional photos will only be published in the largest magazines in China. The title may be 'Leading figures of the younger generation use squeeze sauce', or something like that. Only when the response is good, do dynamic TV commercials." After I finished speaking, I sat quietly and watched, waiting for the effect to penetrate into her heart.I see that the description of 'younger generation' has entered the depths of her heart. She twisted in her chair, crossed her legs, and smiled happily.Crossing her legs is not accidental, she wants me to see what she has to be photographed.

Very rich. "Of course," I continued easily, "we will never burden you with anything. These squeeze sauces are for you to try out and see if you like it. Use it if you like it. Some products like to use real We think it’s a snobby way to advertise with celebrities. We are determined not to choose the rich and powerful, but to choose those with independent personality, noble social life, youthful vigor, and influence on the public. people." "How did you find me?" I laughed and said, "Don't ask me. Ask the head office. They spent a lot of time investigating and preparing for this publicity campaign. The head office said they were looking for women who could stand out in photos. They were looking for women who could A woman who immediately appeals to readers. They certainly aren’t looking for an anemic woman with a goiter. We want something real, lively, lively, trendsetting.”

She moved her thigh a little: "Do you think I am qualified?" I looked down, then immediately up again. "I think you are qualified, of course, mainly because the head office thinks you are qualified." "However, I must discuss this with my husband first. But I see... of course, I like this anchovy sauce. I will not introduce what I don't like..." "Of course, I know you won't, so I'll keep this box of Squeeze Sauce, you can try it if you have a chance." She leaned over and pressed a button, and she said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to have my secretary come in. I want there to be no misunderstanding about this."

"There will be no misunderstanding." She leaned back in the chair, her eyes half closed, and her long eyelashes had a quiet mystery. "I think," she said, "it's all your opinion." "I don't understand what you mean?" "I think it's a promotional method you came up with. It's very clever and genius. It's a living method to promote new products. I think it fits your personality." I said modestly: "I just made a little suggestion to the head office." "Invite someone with personality to come...how do you say it? Touch the hearts of people who see the advertisement."

She laughed happily. The door opens.The girl who had been in Baisha's office this morning came in.Mrs. Bao introduced, "Miss Han Jialuo, my secretary. Jialuo, this is Mr. Lai." The girl stood there frozen for a second, and I immediately stood up, bowed, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you." She responded quickly, returned to normal immediately, and said coldly, "Hello, Mr. Lai. " Mrs. Bao said with a smile: "Mr. Lai represents a high-level anchovy sauce company and promotes the famous squeeze sauce. He sent a box of samples and hoped that we could try it. If I like it, he would like to use my photo. It is used for advertising and introduction to others. Probably use the reception as the background, Mr. Lai?"

I said, "That's even more perfect. Serve your dear friends with a little refreshment with a squeeze of sauce." She nodded: "It can definitely be arranged." She glanced at her secretary, frowned and raised it immediately, as if trying to keep us out of her sight and to be alone. She asked, "When will the photo be taken, Mr. Lai?" "Of course, first of all it depends on whether you like the taste of squeeze sauce. When are you going to try it and how long will it take before you decide you like it?" She nodded to her secretary.Han Jialuo pressed the call button.The driver and housekeeper appeared at the door: "Mrs. Bao, did you ring the bell?" She looked at him and said in a tone of half interest, half indifference: "Yes, Wei Meng, take these squeeze sauces in. Squeeze a little on the kind of biscuits we used yesterday, get us some cocktails, let's go together Take it out. Mr. Lai, what kind of wine do you want?" "Anything can be used." I replied. Mrs. Bao said, "Give me a martini, Wymon. Jialuo doesn't drink." "Yes, very good, Mrs. Bao." Wei Meng walked out the door with his back straight. I asked, "What's Wei Meng's last name? I seem to have seen him somewhere." Mrs. Bao said: "My surname is Ma. He is both a housekeeper and a driver. As a housekeeper, he has no experience at all. But he has excellent driving skills. The urban traffic is getting worse and worse, and I can hardly drive myself." I nod. "Besides," Mrs. Bao went on, "I always want to help others get up. Many young people have no chance to stand on their own. Another three months of training Wei Meng can become a good housekeeper. He may not like the job of housekeeper, but he is a Good driver." I nodded again. Suddenly Mrs. Bao said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lai, I'm sorry." I immediately stood up and watched her leave. Han Jialuo said angrily in a low voice, "What kind of trick is this?" "Why are you lying to us, who are you?" I asked. She glared at me. I smiled and said, "Jia Luo, don't worry. I'm putting a pair of psychological handcuffs on her." "Jia Luo is not your name. I am Miss Han." "Yes, yes. Besides butler and driver, does Weimeng have any specialties?" She raised her chin angrily and refused to answer my question. I said, "It doesn't matter to me if you don't want us to work anymore." "Of course I want you to work. Why else would I give the money away for nothing? But do you know how dangerous it is?" "have no idea." "Tell you……" She failed to tell that Mrs. Bao had gone back to the living room.She said, "Mr. Lai, the cocktails will be here soon." I said, "Your husband is in the real estate business?" "yes." "It is said that you are presiding over the development of a new community?" "You seem to know my background very well." I said, "The background is so important to any photo. But our company is only interested in you. We're just doing a background check on your husband." She smiled and said, "You are very good at talking, Mr. Lai." "Thank you." "One thing to emphasize again, I have no obligation on my side. And the photos I took must be approved by me before they can be published, right?" "Roughly speaking." "What else is wrong?" I said, "We won't take pictures unless you approve. Once you approve, the photos taken belong to our company." "I think it's okay." Butler Ma Weimeng brought in cocktails and snacks.Mrs. Bao picked up a biscuit and took a tentative bite.Make a gesture of identifying the taste of anchovy sauce with your mouth.Almost instantly make an expression that this is the best taste in the world. "Well, not bad. Delicious," she said. I smiled at her. She raised her glass and toasted me from the top of the glass.The eyes are beautiful, elegant, and a bit mischievous, a bit like the look she gave Wei Meng just now.Probably this is her usual look at the men who admire her. Weimeng still stood there straight and didn't seem to rest. Han Jialuo was still angry. Mrs. Bao and I were drinking cocktails.Chatting, everyone ate four or five biscuits squeezed with anchovy sauce. "Is this sauce okay?" I asked. She said: "Very good. I think it's a very high-end anchovy sauce. Of course I'll ask my husband before making a final decision." "Of course, of course, it should be." "But I think my husband will agree." She smiled at me. I smiled at her too, trying to make her understand that what was on my mind was that a pretty lady like her would not be rejected by any man. "If my husband agrees," she asked, "when is the soonest you can do it?" "Almost immediately." "Will there be a long delay?" "No, everything will be quick." "It won't take a lot of time to take pictures?" "Five or six days' notice is enough. I need to contact the headquarters and find a good photographer." "It will take months for the photos to be published, right?" "Several weeks." "Interesting." She said happily.He smiled lightly and said, "Of course, no one knows what will change after so many days. Maybe I don't live in this city anymore. Maybe..." I smiled and said, "All we need is your photo and consent form. If you don't mind me telling the truth, you have an artistic sense of beauty. A photo taken from the right angle can give readers a big shock. This Exactly what our company expected." "I think this can all be arranged. I'll talk to my husband. How can I get in touch with you?" I said, "I'm rarely in the office, or is it easier for me to find you. Maybe tomorrow morning?" "Alright, please call me at half past ten. If I haven't woken up by then, my secretary Jia Luo will tell you everything." Her tone already hinted that she was going to see off the guests.So I stood up and walked towards the door. The steward and driver handed me my hat.I waited for him to open the door for me.I felt hostility emanating from him, like heat from a furnace. "Goodbye." I said. "Goodbye, sir." I imagined the door would slam shut.But he closed the door softly like a thief.