Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 879 Charity Federation

After the staff finished filming and left first, Dominic Jr. invited them to the table and introduced, "Ms. Jiang, Ms. Yao, this is our finance manager, Manager Yu."

"Nice to meet you!"

Manager Yu was a woman in her early forties, looking very capable.

After handshakes, Dominic Jr. said warmly, "Mr. Luis, feel free to shoot for these two days. Your entire company can film here without any issues."

"The key sets for each villa have been handed over to the property management and will be at the sales office tonight."

"During your shoot, Tiger Real Estate will provide full cooperation. Our staff will only enter after you've finished."

"During this time, only Manager Yu and her finance team will be working on-site."

Manager Yu immediately added, "Please let me know if you need anything. Not just financially—if you need help with anything else, I can coordinate solutions."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you!"

Luis smiled with satisfaction and raised his glass.

"Come on, try our chef's signature dishes. The old man rarely cooks himself these days."

The table was laden with exquisite, luxurious dishes. Just the footage alone was enough for two videos. The elaborate presentation alone would definitely catch the attention of locals.

After a satisfying meal, they called a designated driver to take the Mercedes G-Wagon back to City Garden.

On the way, Deewa said excitedly, "Nancy, this is a selling point. We should shoot more videos of this kind of high-end private kitchen."

Nancy nodded. "Exactly. Normal people have never even heard of places like this. It'll definitely attract locals."

The designated driver rolled his eyes internally—driving a Mercedes G-Wagon and calling yourself "normal people"...

The sales office was brightly lit. The scale models had all been cleaned. Minda's people were doing the final touches.

Blossom Media's staff had also arrived—lighting, camera, scriptwriters... everyone was there except the editors, who were staying up late to work.

"Let's shoot some B-roll first!!!"

"Sister Mira, is there really no way to shoot over there?!"

Mira had her own team of four. The one speaking was her operations assistant, looking frustrated. "This theme is too hot right now."

They were currently not far from the City Garden sales office. By the park's back entrance was a billboard Tiger Real Estate had just put up a few days ago.

That evening, they'd shot at a barbecue restaurant and would have to stay up late editing—those were her own materials.

Though she had a collaboration with Iron Ox, she also knew he was unreliable. His main focus was on promoting his own influencers.

That barbecue restaurant was one she'd come across a few days ago. The three women from Blossom Media had all appeared in a video promoting it, giving it rave reviews.

But they hadn't offered any meal deals or group-buy packages. Unlike typical food reviewers who rush to monetize, Blossom Media was focused on filming content to attract followers.

Naturally, that was the Northeast barbecue place where Yana and Maria were the landlords, and everyone was supporting it.

Watching their three main accounts and over a dozen secondary accounts grow rapidly in followers, Mira felt a strong sense of urgency.

Coming here today to shoot was meant to compete—if they praised it, she'd criticize it. The back-and-forth drama and mutual attacks were also ways to gain followers and buzz.

"Iron Ox is a useless fool, and that so-called Young Master Zhang is a joke. He was trying to take advantage of me."

Mira cursed openly. "Can't even handle something this simple—bastard..."

She was in a foul mood. At the barbecue place earlier, everyone was talking about the villa district. The hype was huge, and she couldn't even ride the wave. How could anyone in her line of work be happy?

As they walked toward their car, right in front of the sales office, Mira grew even angrier.

She recognized Nancy's flashy Mercedes G-Wagon. That car was particularly eye-catching on short videos and had attracted a lot of followers.

Iron Ox had even sent someone to check—if it was rented, they'd expose it and humiliate her. But the car was registered in Nancy's name, fully paid off, which left Mira completely baffled.

She kept trying to find dirt on them. But then her husband really was a bar owner, and the "boss's wife" title was legitimate.

Chloe often shared stories about being a flight attendant—she really was one, on maternity leave. There was nothing to attack.

"Hey, isn't this Bubbles, the great beauty?"

At that moment, Nancy was opening the car door. Since she was playing the role of a saleswoman, she needed her hair pinned up, and she'd bought plenty of exquisite jade hairpins.

As she came out to get them, she ran straight into Mira. Mira's expression darkened. "You're impressive. You sure know how to follow trends."

It was Blossom Media, of course—she wasn't surprised, since they were the only competitor in the city.

But the problem was that only Chloe had a somewhat better background among the three. None of them were anywhere near connected enough to the Taiga family.

And the promotional shoot was free. Tiger Real Estate would have welcomed more coverage, yet they'd flat-out refused others. That was a huge favor.

"It's not bad. My man is amazing. We just had dinner with the head of Tiger Group tonight."

Nancy said with a flirtatious smile, dripping with sarcasm. "Bubbles, what, you still can't find a shoot location? I could talk to Deewa and let you in to shoot together."

"No thanks. You've only gained a few followers. Even all three of you combined have less than me. Who are you to lecture me?!"

Rivals meeting face-to-face were especially hostile. Mira glared at her and turned to leave.

Nancy called after her, "Hey, Bubbles, don't be like that! We're old classmates after all. If you need any shooting props, I can lend you some."

"Bags, jewelry—we have lots."

Mira got into her car without looking back. She was fuming because, out of the corner of her eye, she'd noticed the bag Nancy was carrying.

It was an absolute limited edition, worth over a million. She knew Nancy's family background well—it was far worse than her own. Nancy couldn't afford that even if she sold everything.

Mira had thought it was a knockoff and even teamed up with Iron Ox to subtly mock her, calling her out for being vain and tasteless.

But just two days ago, Nancy had posted a video with the president of the Bathek City Charity Federation.