He discovered the problem, and An Hao naturally noticed it too.
"Being a model isn't a free job," she said as she walked to the back to change clothes, only to be stopped by the boss. "Beauty, let's discuss something. How about you come to my store every day to model for me? I'll pay you three yuan a day, ninety yuan a month, plus lunch."
An Hao hadn't even had a chance to refuse when Zhang Lanxiang, who had been listening by the side, first objected, "Look, young man, you've got some pretty ideas there. Our An Hao can't model for you, so just give up on that thought."
"Really can't?" the boss asked unwillingly.
An Hao shook her head, "Can't."
"That's a pity, this is a business opportunity. It's such a pity we can't collaborate," the boss sighed with regret.
