Song Group.
Song Jihuai convened a designer meeting as soon as he arrived at the company in the morning.
Everyone was seated when the door to the conference room suddenly opened. Song Minyuan walked in with a smile on his face. "Sorry, something delayed me."
Secretary Wu glanced at Song Minyuan and lowered his eyes to hide his emotions.
Song Jihuai didn't look at him, as if he didn't care at all.
Secretary Wu then announced a decision that had been circulating within the company for the past two days: "President Song has proposed establishing a high-end, traditional Chinese luxury brand, HY."
antiquity?
High-end luxury?
The designers present looked at each other in bewilderment.
Almost immediately, someone said, "Boss Song, this goes against the company's philosophy!"
"Mr. Song, no one has experience with ancient style."
“And, will anyone buy it?”
This is the key point.
"It's too difficult for Gufeng to go high-end luxury. If it doesn't, it will lower the company's style. Mr. Song, think twice."
A chorus of opposing voices.
Song Jihuai didn't say anything, but glanced at everyone.
Whenever he glanced at them, they quickly shut up, but opposition was written on almost everyone's face.
Right at this moment.
Song Minyuan stood up again: "I think Mr. Song's proposal is okay, I agree!"
this……
Many people looked at each other in confusion.
Song Jihuai made up his mind and looked around: "We do this for profit, but not just for profit. More importantly, it is to promote our traditional ethnic costumes and carry forward China's 5,000-year heritage and culture."
That’s settled.
The designers present looked bitter, but did not dare to object.
Song Min-yeon's office.
There was a knock on the door.
He restrained his gloomy expression and said, "Come in."
"Mr. Yuan." The people who came in were actually several designers who were at today's meeting.
Song Minyuan glanced at the few people, a bright smile on his face, and said politely: "Everyone, please take a seat."
Song Minyuan's expression was gentle, with a faint smile on his face: "I'm really sorry for what happened today."
Upon hearing this, several designers looked distressed. One of them paused for a moment before speaking up, "Mr. Song insists on developing a Han-style luxury brand, but our company has absolutely no experience in this area."
"Especially us, we don't understand the Han style in the first place..." another person echoed.
Song Minyuan nodded, a worried look on his face. "I hope Mr. Song was just impulsive. If this really affects our brand style, it would be bad."
Several designers looked at each other and shared the same concern.
If it really affects the brand style, their position in the industry will be greatly reduced!
Looking at the expressions of several people, Song Minyuan's slightly drooping eyes flashed with pride, and he said casually: "Speaking of which, I do have an idea..."
"Mr. Yuan, please speak!" One of them spoke immediately.
Mr. Yuan.
Song Min-yeon got angry when he heard this name.
He and Song Jihuai worked in the company at the same time, but because there was already a President Song, he was called President Yuan by his subordinates.
These two words are his shame!
Song Minyuan lowered his eyes slightly and said in a gentle voice: "As long as President Song knows that ancient-style clothing cannot be promoted to the status of high-end luxury, President Song will probably give up."
He went to see Su Wanyu today because of this matter. After all, establishing a new brand is related to substantial interests and even the future development of the Song Group!
The business world is like a battlefield.
What he wants to do is to take advantage of the situation to kill the person.
Since Song Jihuai took over the Song family, his decisions have been very methodical and flawless. Although he has been watching closely, he has not found any points to attack.
In the past few years, the only possible breakthrough he had found was in Song Jihuai...
It’s Su Wanyu.
As long as Su Wanyu and Song Jihuai start a quarrel, Song Jihuai will have no time to take care of other things. If there is a fire in the rear, how can the company remain stable?
He knew that Su Wanyu's influence on Song Jihuai could not be underestimated.
To his surprise, what he thought was a sure thing didn't work out!
"this……"
Several designers looked at each other, with hesitation on their faces.
Song Minyuan smiled again: "It's not a big deal, after all, everyone has their own expertise."
After hearing enough excuses, the designers looked at each other and nodded. Song Minyuan then instructed his secretary to politely escort the person out of the office.
He then looked out the window again. Even if Su Wanyu didn't take the bait, what would happen?
He has his own way!
Song family courtyard.
As usual, Su Wanyu watched two episodes of TV and was then carried to the dining table by Song Jihuai.
"Husband."
Su Wanyu suddenly spoke.
Song Jihuai hummed and looked at her: "What?"
Su Wanyu blinked, a puzzled look on her face: "If you like someone, do you have to send flowers?"
"This is a way to express love." Song Jihuai said softly.
Su Wanyu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little distressed: "That boy gave me flowers today."
Song Jihuai's face darkened. Why didn't that person tell him such an important thing?
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Su Wanyu continue, "My husband has never sent me flowers."
Su Wanyu muttered softly.
Song Jihuai swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and there was a hint of guilt in his slightly downcast eyes. It seemed that he had never sent it.
But Su Wanyu's previous personality...
If he really sent flowers, Su Wanyu would probably ask him to eat them!
He was struggling with what to say.
Su Wanyu put a piece of broccoli in his bowl and said sweetly, "Then I'll give my husband a little flower first."
Song Jihuai's gloomy face suddenly brightened.
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