“Why so serious? I know you won’t die. You’ve got at least a hundred years in you. By the time we’re all gone, you’ll still be alive, a living relic to be put on display!” Meng Meng teased Hu Tie Han.
“That’s still better than you lazing around,” Hu Tie Han shot back deliberately to provoke her.
“Meng Meng doesn’t need to work. If I were her, I wouldn’t bother looking for a job either. At most, I’d throw high-society charity galas, organize fashion shows, or spend a fortune filming a music video with the most popular male singer just to grab some attention,” Yu De Ren said.
“If I were to film something, I’d shoot my own music video,” Meng Meng replied.
“Your own music video?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes, I want to become a singer,” Meng Meng said.
“You?” Hu Tie Han sneered.
“I plan to enter the singing competition hosted by the TV station. I’ve already picked up the application form,” Meng Meng said confidently.
Meng Meng had a natural talent for singing, and her voice was captivating.
Sure enough, she advanced to the finals.
On the night of the competition, we went to cheer her on.
When Meng Meng took the stage, her outfit startled me—she was wearing a black latex top and pants, making her look like a garbage bag. Even she seemed a bit embarrassed by her appearance. But Meng Meng had undeniable star quality, and her deep, unique voice made her far superior to the other contestants. If it weren’t for her outfit, she would have performed even better.
In the end, she won the championship.
A record label announced plans to heavily promote Meng Meng, signing her to a five-year contract.
Her career took off smoothly.
Meanwhile, Gao Hai Ming wasn’t as lucky. Just as the BeeComfort issue was resolved, another crisis emerged—this time involving one of his diaper brands.
Le Tao Group’s “Ai Baobao” diapers were rumored to be infested with bugs. The story claimed that a three-month-old baby boy had used the diapers and been bitten so severely that half his bottom was ruined.
“Ai Baobao” was the second-best-selling diaper in Hong Kong, with a 30% market share. Unlike the sanitary pad rumors, the issue of bugs in diapers was more plausible because poor packaging could indeed lead to infestations. A similar incident had occurred years ago with another diaper brand, forcing the distributor to recall all products.
However, this time the bug rumors remained unsubstantiated, with no actual complaints filed. The malicious intent and methods mirrored those of the BeeComfort case, suggesting the same person or group might be responsible.
To address the situation, I met with Gao Hai Ming again at Le Tao. As expected, when I entered his office, he was engrossed in assembling another fighter jet model, this one nearly 80% complete.
Despite back-to-back crises involving his products, Gao Hai Ming appeared calm. As before, he silently read through my proposal and made no comments.
“Let’s go with this,” he repeated his familiar line.
“Then I’ll proceed accordingly,” I said as I stood to leave.
“Miss Qiu—” he called after me.
“What is it?” I immediately glanced at my sleeves, worried I might have caught another piece of his model.
“May I see your hands?” he asked.
Perplexed, I set down my briefcase and extended my hands.
Gao Hai Ming studied them as if inspecting a tool.
“Your fingers are very slender,” he remarked.
“Thank you.”
“Can you help me with something?” he asked.
“Of course. What do you need?”
He pointed to a tiny, intricate piece and said, “Can you attach this part to the cockpit? My fingers aren’t slender enough, and I can’t find my tools.”
So that was it.
“I don’t know how to assemble models. I’m afraid I’ll ruin yours,” I said hesitantly.
“It’s fine,” he replied flatly.
Reluctantly, I followed his instructions. Using my pinky finger, I carefully picked up the tiny piece—whose purpose I couldn’t discern—and glued it inside the cockpit as he directed. Gao Hai Ming watched me intently, clearly worried I might make a mistake. My hands trembled slightly from the pressure, but I managed to finish the task.
“Is this right?” I asked.
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