"Why is your booth here?" Tang Bainian searched around for a while before spotting Yang Qingheng. Upon seeing their location, his expression darkened, and he immediately turned and headed backstage. "I'll ask the person in charge to help you find another booth."

As the deputy mayor next door, the person in charge should at least give him some face. Although this booth can't be exchanged for a similar position as Qiao Xihe's, at least it won't be so bad that others can't even see it.

Yang Qingheng knew he had the authority, but she caught up with him, grabbed his hand, sighed, and shook her head: "Forget it. Look, the exhibition hall is already full, there isn't a single empty seat. How can anyone agree to change it now? It would be bad if it caused a scene. Besides, there are so many foreign media outlets here. If a scene breaks out and they take pictures of something, it won't be good."

She had already seen several reporters as soon as she entered, and with their menacing gazes, Yang Qingheng dared not take any risks.

Tang Bainian naturally saw the camera not far away. His thin lips curled into a straight line, but he could only swallow his anger.

"Your boss is looking over here, hurry up and go over there." Yang Qingheng knew he was here for work, not just to see her exhibition, so she quickly nudged him.

Tang Bainian snapped out of his daze, gave her a comforting hug, and was about to say something when Yang Qingheng interrupted him: "Don't worry about me, I'm really fine. There's always a way to solve a problem. I can handle it."

Looking at her bright and lively eyes, Tang Bainian's heart skipped a beat, and he believed her almost without hesitation.

After seeing Tang Bainian off, Yang Qingheng turned back to her booth, looked at the dejected group, and chuckled: "You've been defeated by this little difficulty? Everyone here today is a veteran employee who has watched the company grow step by step to where it is today. How can you have no confidence in yourselves? Cheer up! If we win this battle today, everyone's salary will be tripled next month!"

Yes, they've all witnessed how the company survived by the skin of their teeth. Today's difficulties are just one of the many challenges they've faced. How can they be discouraged?

The group exchanged glances, and their enthusiasm ignited.

The manager looked at Yang Qingheng with almost worshipful eyes, patting his chest and saying, "President Yang, just tell us what you need us to do, and we'll go through fire and water for you."

“If there are no opportunities, we will create them. It’s just a booth. Who says we have to passively stay here and wait for others to find us?” Yang Qingheng said.

The manager slapped his forehead, feeling that Yang Qingheng was practically glowing at that moment.

He'd been there all morning, and yet he'd gotten completely lost.

He instructed the people behind him: "Two of you stay here to watch the exhibition. The rest of you, pack your bags and come with me!"

Qiao Xihe almost burst out laughing when she thought about how Yang Qingheng looked when she saw her own booth fail.

That location wasn't even as eye-catching as the restrooms at the exhibition. She wanted to see how their company could compete with her.

Qiao Xihe's booth was so eye-catching that it was surrounded by a crowd in less than half an hour. Almost every foreign businessman who came in looked over instinctively.

Under the curious gazes of the crowd, Qiao Xihe felt as if she could see money pouring into her pockets, and she almost burst out laughing. However, her upbringing instilled in her good manners, and she remained composed and fluent as she introduced the bag to the businessman before her: "Sir, you have excellent taste. Our company's bags are all designed by renowned designers..."

Qiao Xihe was enjoying the spotlight, but the next moment, when her gaze met that of someone not far away, her voice abruptly stopped.

Yang Qingheng? Why isn't she staying in her lousy place? What's she doing here?

She couldn't understand it, but she knew that with Yang Qingheng's gaze, her mood almost swelled up. Her English became fluent, and her eyes smugly looked at Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng could tell even with her toes that she was probably thinking to herself that she was overestimating herself.

But the next second, she gave a meaningful smile and winked at the man beside her.

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, decided to go all out, grabbed Yang Qingheng's bag, and exclaimed excitedly in English as if he had seen some rare treasure: "Wow, what kind of bag is this? I've never seen it before. Where did you get it?"

The acting was so exaggerated that Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, but it didn't matter, as long as it worked.

She smiled slightly and said politely, "I bought this at the very back of the exhibition. If you like it, you can go and take a look."

The two of them were exchanging pleasantries, and when they heard the word "bag," a group of people in front of Qiao Xihe's booth subconsciously looked over in their direction.

However, after just one glance, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Seeing this, Qiao Xihe panicked and raised her voice even louder. However, no matter how hard she tried, everyone lost interest in her introduction, and the Golden Rooster Awards stared at Yang Qingheng.

"What's that tattoo on your bag? A pigeon? It's so beautiful!" A well-dressed woman in a suit exclaimed in surprise as she strode over.

Yang Qingheng held up her bag for her to touch, smiling confidently. Her fluent English possessed a calming charm: "This wasn't a mosquito bite, nor was it printed on. Song Hengjue kept this a secret, and then the two of them went to see the leaders of the neighboring city. The leader's underlings refused to see them, but actually Qiao Xihe was inside. They prevented the mayor from seeing them, lying that she was Song Hengjue's girlfriend, about to get married, and promised to let Song Hengjue come here to develop the city's economy. The mayor then treated her like royalty, rejecting Yang Qingheng. Song Hengjue wanted to help..." However, Yang Qingheng said it wasn't necessary. She didn't actually want her relationship with Song Hengjue to become public. She could let go of those minor figures from the past, but this market was different; Song Hengjue and Tang Bainian were colleagues, and their two cities were competitors. She didn't want to harm Tang Bainian, and for both of them to suffer a crushing defeat. For the next few days, Song Hengjue wouldn't let the newspaper reach Yang Qingheng, afraid she'd be unhappy if she saw it. He tried to get someone to handle it, but the newspaper had already been sent out, and it was impossible to resolve. Even if Song Hengjue published it now, it wouldn't work. So, Song Hengjue came up with another plan, and he and Yang Qingheng...