Director Zhang was somewhat surprised that Meng Zihan had come up with an idea so quickly.

But soon, this unexpected turn of events transformed into a smile.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

A woman is more obedient and easier to control only when she has renewed hope for the future.

Director Zhang asked with a smile, "You've made up your mind so quickly? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I want to make clothes."

Meng Zihan's heart was beating a little fast, and she quickly voiced her thoughts.

This idea didn't just come to me today.

Since she started dating Zhou Shixian, her life has revolved around shopping, attending various socialite parties, and going shopping.

She visited all the high-end shopping malls and boutiques in the port city and thought she had a thorough understanding of fashion and brands.

More importantly, she felt that the designs of those clothes hanging in shop windows, priced at tens of thousands, were just so-so.

The styles were not as novel as the ones she saw at street stalls in later generations.

She thought more than once that if she were in charge, she could definitely design better and more fashionable clothes.

Moreover, she had subtly inquired and learned that the clothing industry, especially women's clothing, was incredibly profitable.

A piece of fabric can be sold for dozens or even hundreds of times more by simply putting a label on it.

She's from the future, and she has the fashion trends of the next twenty years in her mind. Wouldn't making clothes be a piece of cake for her?

By then, she will be a trendsetting fashion icon and a beautiful boss who makes a fortune every day.

Director Zhang was not surprised after hearing this; he simply smiled faintly.

To him, it didn't matter what Meng Zihan wanted to do; whether she opened a clothing company or a shell company, it made no difference in essence.

All he needed was a shell that made it easy to process accounts and appeared legitimate.

The clothing industry requires relatively little investment and doesn't require much professional knowledge, making it perfect for keeping this beautiful canary.

“Okay.” Director Zhang agreed without hesitation. “If you want to do clothing, then do clothing. You don’t need to worry about the location, license, or start-up capital. Leave it all to your subordinates.”

Meng Zihan's eyes lit up instantly, and she felt a surge of joy.

But having learned her lesson from Zhou Shixian's empty promises, she became wiser.

She can't just be a figurehead; she needs to get real benefits.

She bit her lower lip and cautiously probed, "Chairman Zhang, shouldn't we talk about profit sharing for the company?"

As soon as she said it, her palms started sweating with nervousness.

She secretly observed Director Zhang's expression, fearing that he might think she was greedy and take back what she had just said in a fit of anger.

Unexpectedly, Director Zhang was not angry at all; instead, he burst into laughter.

He stretched out his thick palm and affectionately patted the back of Meng Zihan's hand.

The cool touch of skin with age spots sent a chill down Meng Zihan's spine, but she dared not show it on her face.

"Silly girl," Director Zhang said with a tone full of doting, "how much money can your company make? It's just a small business. You can keep it for yourself as pocket money. Why are you giving your brother a share of the profits?"

He moved closer, his expensive sandalwood perfume mixed with an indescribable greasy smell that made Meng Zihan almost vomit, so she quickly held her breath.

"I started this company for you so that I could see you happy. I like you and I just want to make you happy. A smile from a beautiful woman is priceless, so it's all worth it for me to spend this little bit of money as long as it makes you smile."

These words were not only spoken with great enthusiasm, but also with deep affection.

Meng Zihan listened, and for a moment she was in a daze.

But she knew better than anyone that she was merely selling her young body, using her youth to accompany this greasy old man who was even older than her father.

Isn't it only natural for him to bleed a little now?

Thinking of this, her unease vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of entitlement.

She smiled sweetly, revealing just the right amount of shyness and gratitude.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, you're so kind to me."

"That's more like it." Director Zhang squeezed her hand with satisfaction, then stood up. "Come on, let's get out of the hospital. I've prepared a new apartment for you. That old place was unlucky and unlucky; don't take anything from there."

"I've already had the latest clothes and bags for this season sent over. Go back and take your time to choose. Keep what you like and return what you don't, so they can send you new ones."

Meng Zihan's heart stirred upon hearing this.

She knew that these big bosses in the port city believed most in feng shui and fortune telling, so she was happy to go along with it.

Moreover, Zhou Shixian's daughter was like a madwoman, smashing everything in the apartment to pieces, and she was worried about how to clean it up.

Now that there are new ones, who still cares about those old junk?

She nodded obediently: "I'll do whatever you say."

The black Bentley drove smoothly along the bustling streets of the port city.

Sitting in the back seat, Meng Zihan watched the skyscrapers and flashing neon signs rushing past the window, feeling like she was dreaming.

This is the life she dreamed of.

Even in my past life, when I became a leader in a steel mill, I had only ever seen such scenes on television.

Now she is truly in it.

The car eventually stopped in front of a heavily guarded upscale apartment building.

Director Zhang led her to the top floor in the private elevator.

With a "beep," the heavy solid wood door opened.

As soon as Meng Zihan stepped inside, she was immediately dazzled by the sight before her.

This apartment was more than twice the size of the one Zhou Shixian had rented to her, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows offered a dazzling view of Victoria Harbour at night.

The interior is decorated in the currently popular European style, with a crystal chandelier overhead reflecting a magnificent light.

What caught her eye most were the seven or eight clothes racks lined up in the middle of the living room.

It was covered with luxury brands that she had only ever seen in fashion magazines in her previous life.

Clothes, skirts, coats—a dazzling array of choices.

On the long table next to them were rows of brand-new high heels and handbags, while on the other side, velvet trays gleamed with the light of jewelry.

A woman in her forties, dressed in a uniform, stood quietly to the side. Upon seeing them enter, she immediately bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Zhang, Ms. Meng."

She spoke with a slight accent, which made her sound very professional.

Director Zhang thoroughly enjoyed the undisguised surprise and shock on Meng Zihan's face.

He put his arm around her waist, like a king displaying his territory.

“These are all prepared for you. Keep them if you like them, and have them take them back to exchange if you don’t.” He pointed to the clothes and then turned to the woman. “This is Lisa, from the Philippines. She will take care of your daily needs from now on. Just tell her if you need anything.”

Filipino maid?

Meng Zihan's heart skipped a beat.