Chen Rou was in the passenger seat. As the car passed Central Plaza, she was a little surprised and asked Nie Zhao, "Did Ahan make that?"
Tonight, the main congestion is on the sidewalks, but because fewer people are driving out and Hong Kong's traffic authorities have done a good job of separating pedestrians and vehicles, the lanes are not too congested. There is also a bodyguard car ahead with traffic police clearing the way, so Nie Zhao's car can also drive to Central, but of course it is not easy to get out of the car. It's Christmas Eve, and there are too many people in the square, it's too crowded.
In the middle of the square, the giant Christmas tree was not the traditional green, but rather silver-white.
All the decorations on it are made up of pink and lake green, including necklaces, rings, earrings, and hair ornaments. In the center is a simple yet very high-quality platinum brand logo.
Before this, although Chen Rou knew that Nie Han had been working in the planning department, and that Wade, Liang Lisheng, other board members, and even Mrs. Dai all praised her highly, Chen Rou had not discovered Nie Han's true abilities because of the difference in their jobs. However, on this Christmas Eve, she did.
As expected of Han Yuzhu's granddaughter, the new logo she designed for the jewelry store will still be at the forefront of fashion even 30 years from now. And the Christmas tree she used to shape and showcase the brand image is not only beautiful enough, but also exactly what women like.
Right now, you can see groups of girls vying to take photos and check in around the Christmas tree.
Although Chen Rou doesn't understand marketing, she instinctively felt that she was willing to spend money on that brand when she saw that Christmas tree.
Isn't this the core of marketing?
Of course, since his niece did an excellent job, Nie Zhao had to praise her: "After all, Ahan has studied art for many years, and in terms of aesthetics, I am not as good as her, but..."
However, he would get inexplicably angry if he looked at Song Yuanchao even once.
It's really hard to understand. How could someone as intelligent, artistically accomplished, and capable as him, with such a lovely little niece, fall for a simpleton like Song Yuanchao?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get angry, so Boss Nie decided to make a scare tactic: "Wade will be going to the capital next year, and I plan to promote Ah Han to be the president of Nie's Group. Song, you also need to keep an eye on her security from now on."
Anyone who dares to bully Nie Han is bullying the president of the Nie Group. Song Yuanchao should think twice.
Poor Song Yuanchao could live in a water dungeon, a heated kang bed in the countryside, and even a doghouse, but Nie Han couldn't.
She's about to become the president of the Nie Group, so what kind of house should he find for her to live in?
Song Yuanchao secretly made a budget in his mind, feeling that he should find a better house.
Seeing his son sitting in the car, staring longingly and silently out the window, Nie Zhao felt a pang of guilt, so he pushed past Nie Jiajun, took his son's hand, and said, "Next Christmas, Dad will take you to Tokyo to celebrate Christmas at Disneyland."
Ah Yuan had no idea how fun Disneyland was; he was only focused on watching the crowds outside while waiting for his car to park.
Of course, he didn't want to just watch; he wanted to go to the sparkly Christmas tree and play with the people setting off fireworks.
But his father was destined not to be able to participate in the excitement tonight, so Song Yuanchao turned the car around and they left the downtown area. A Yuan immediately pouted and looked anxiously at Nie Jiajun: "Guo, Guoguo."
It's so lively outside, but the baby can't get out of the car. That's not right.
His older brother can drag him around on the ground, which makes him super happy, but why doesn't his older brother take him off the bus?
Nie Jiajun also wanted to take the child out for some fun. He didn't want to get married at his age, and he wasn't in a position to date, but taking the kid out for some fun was still an option. However, after seeing Nie Zhao's expression, well, he decided to keep quiet.
But he's a big kid now, he can hold back. A-Yuan, however, can't. He points with his little finger, then looks at his dad: "Beep beep!"
Nie Zhao could only say in vain, "Wait until next year, Dad will take you out to play next year."
Why is the car driving further and further away, and there's no one on the road anymore?
A Yuan pursed his lips again and called for another savior: "Mang Mang, Mang Mang Mang."
With her two little hands outstretched, the child, still young, didn't want to eat next year's pancakes; she just wanted to go out and play today.
If his mother refuses again, he will inevitably burst into tears.
But just then, Chen Rou's phone rang. She answered it; it was Yue Zhongqi: "Mrs. Nie, something's up..."
Song Yuanchao slammed on the brakes, and Chen Rou immediately asked, "What happened?"
Although the person on the other end didn't speak, she patted the hood of the car and said, "It must be Cheung Tze-keung about to make his move. Hurry home and get your car."
It's Christmas Eve, and the crowds are just as large as on New Year's Eve. In Central, it's alright; cars can move around, and there aren't too many people. But in Kowloon, where 6 million people live in a tiny area, cars are practically useless tonight, and even motorcycles can hardly move.
If you want to pursue someone, you definitely need a motorcycle.
Chen Rou immediately dialed Master Dong's number: "Go to Zhongyi Hall quickly and keep watch over Master Er."
Nie Jiajun was also on the phone: "Brother Huo, breaking news, Cheung Tze-keung might make a move, hurry to Kowloon!"
Song Yuanchao turned around and reached out to snatch Nie Jiajun's phone. The mainland police had worked so hard for so long with only one goal: to drive Zhang Ziqiang back to the mainland, arrest him, and sentence him to death. If Huo Qi were to get involved, things might not go smoothly.
But when he tried to grab Nie Jiajun's phone, Chen Rou stopped him, forcefully turning his hand away: "Drive safely."
He added, "Brother Song, a god-like opponent is no match for a pig-like teammate. Inspector Huo only has a bunch of pig-like teammates; he can't stir up any trouble."
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