Chapter 391: Chapter 391 Hanhan Helps with Promotion
What is Duan Feihan up to?
His business ventures spanned the entire entertainment industry of China, with the smallest branch alone—entertainment circle performers—being as numerous as hairs on an ox.
A single advertisement from him, and the beauty salon could rocket to fame.
Bai Chuwei frowned slightly and replied with a WeChat message.
[Your Ancestor: Never mind, I don’t need celebrities to advertise. I believe in word of mouth.]
[Duan Feihan: Don’t worry.]
Duan Feihan hadn’t planned to ask his celebrities for help; instead, he simply posted on his Moments.
Duan Feihan rarely posted on Moments, his last post having been four months ago.
With President Duan promoting personally, who among Haicheng’s elites in his WeChat wouldn’t want to save face for him?
In no time, there were likes, rainbow-farting compliments, and even tycoons vouching to bring their wives, daughters-in-law, and daughters to show support! Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
That was exactly what Bai Chuwei wanted. Now let Haicheng slowly heat up, mobilizing all the wealthy to search for Spiritual Medicine for her.
Thinking about it, ah, so satisfying!
Bai Chuwei was uninterested in the online debates over the top science student in the college entrance exam choosing to major in archaeology.
The day after tomorrow, Zhang Ling’s Elegant Residence Beauty Salon was opening, and it was surrounded by people, all of whom were Haicheng’s affluent ladies, giving ample respect!
Zhang Ling was holding her chubby orange cat. When she saw Bai Chuwei inside the salon, she was nearly in tears.
A few days ago, her cat turned spiritual with just a gentle touch from Bai Chuwei.
At first, Zhang Ling didn’t take it to heart, until she was able to hear the cat’s voice, which sounded just like her little Liang’s!
Zhang Ling, reminded of her deceased son and looking at the orange cat, burst into tears.
If not for Bai Chuwei, not only would her son’s body have never seen the light of day, but she would likely have died as well!
Yet because of Bai Chuwei, not only did she have her son back, she also owned such a big enterprise.
Elegant Residence Beauty Salon did little advertising, but the turnout today was frightening, the majority being Haicheng’s wealthy madams and also some tycoons from other places.
After Zhang Ling cut the ribbon, she welcomed everyone into the beauty salon.
Stepping inside, a refined-looking young woman holding her mother’s hand couldn’t help but say, “Mom, the air here smells so good.”
It wasn’t the scent of any perfume, but an indescribable freshness, as if one were vacationing in the mountains, refreshing the mind and body.
The lady nodded, “Indeed, it is different… My dear, look at the girls in their shop, isn’t their skin just too good?”
The lady was referring to the young women working at the beauty salon, dressed in uniform and smiling warmly at the side.
Although they might not have been breathtakingly gorgeous, their skin was as smooth as tender tofu, fair and lovely.
The young woman was taken aback; she spent tens of thousands annually on her own face at beauty salons, yet her skin couldn’t compare to theirs, could it?
These beauty salon workers couldn’t all be rich, so how could they afford such excellent care?
One of the young women giggled with her hand covering her mouth, “If you come to our salon more often and try these products, you’re sure to become even prettier than us.”
Previously hearing about the manager Zhao Yu committing murder had scared them, and they had even considered quitting, but then the Fairy had set up a Spirit Gathering Array in the shop. They couldn’t express how much more comfortable they felt day by day, so much so that they didn’t want to leave!
They not only felt prettier, but their minds also seemed sharper than before.