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This is absolutely the most explosive news in the industry.
The perfumer can no longer recreate the fragrance she once created?
How is that possible?
Ye Mi'er paused, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she looked at her. This was the first time she had truly looked at her tonight.
Her eyes were sharp, alluring like a fox's, with a mischievous, carefree smile, as if she were certain she could never recreate the same fragrance.
Does she know something?
My heart suddenly started pounding, and I felt very uneasy.
One of Zhong Shulin's apprentices was stunned for a moment, then laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and said sarcastically, "Tang Yaoyao, even if you don't understand incense, don't say such ridiculous things."
"Yes, once a perfumer has selected a fragrance, it's no problem to sell ten bottles, or even a thousand or ten thousand."
Zhong Shulin stroked his beard before saying, "Blending the same fragrance is the most basic skill a perfumer can have, let alone a master like Miss Ye who can blend the same fragrance with ease. It is precisely because she knows that this fragrance is so popular that she does not blend the same fragrance again that she is admirable. Her dedication is what makes that fragrance unique. Why would she repeatedly blend the same bottle?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Mier's heart calmed down again, and she revealed a faint smile: "Senior Zhong, thank you for understanding me so well. That is indeed my idea, which is why I only made this one bottle. I don't want such a unique perfume to be commercialized in my lifetime."
Everyone nodded slightly in agreement.
Tang Yaoyao smiled, her bright, star-like eyes sparkling. The lights in the banquet hall shone on the gold powder around her eyes, making them glitter and exuding an invisible allure that made hearts tremble.
She toyed with the perfume bottle in her hand and said casually, "Miss Ye, don't you feel embarrassed saying that?"
Ye Mi'er remained calm and appeared very tolerant, simply asking her, "What makes you say that?"
Tang Yaoyao smiled again, her gaze fixed intently on her.
"Since Miss Ye doesn't want to be commercialized, why use money to measure your uniqueness? If I understand correctly, Miss Ye believes that making one more bottle would ruin your passion. So, can I interpret this as meaning that the passion of the genius girl and famous perfumer Miss Ye is only worth one hundred million, huh?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere of gunpowder filled the entire hall.
Some people whispered among themselves, especially the women, whose jealousy made them speak without restraint.
"Yeah, isn't that too contradictory? She was the one who commercialized that perfume, so how did it end up being called sentimental?"
"It seems that even the sentiments of geniuses are nothing more than this; at this moment, they just speak in a grand and respectable manner."
"If you don't want to commercialize it, why use the tactic of scarcity to inflate the price of this perfume and still sell it? Ms. Ye's sentimentality is truly lamentable."
The old man, Zhong Shulin, would always admire her, partly because she only created one bottle of such an expensive perfume.
Listening to what everyone is saying, it seems like there really is some kind of scarcity marketing tactic involved.
After all, it's truly astonishing that a bottle of perfume is worth 100 million.
Even so, he still admired her very much. At least, she could create such a unique perfume: "That's Ye Xiao's own stuff. Whether she sells it or not is her business. Miss Tang, you don't understand perfume, yet you speak so rudely. Have you forgotten that you're just a spokesperson for Yi Sha?"
She didn't back down. She gently curled her lips and said with a smile, "I'm curious, is there anyone willing to pay another hundred million for this perfume that's supposedly one of a kind? If someone does, would Miss Ye be willing to blend another bottle?"
Ye Mier's eyes darkened. This Tang Yaoyao was indeed eloquent; in an instant, she had once again been thrust into the limelight.
Of course, she wouldn't let Tang Yaoyao lead her by the nose. She pursed her lips and smiled again: "Since it's one of a kind, I certainly won't make another one, not even for a hundred million more. That's my principle as a perfumer."
Tang Yaoyao raised an eyebrow.
That's right, that statement sounds sophisticated enough.
However, it would be like showing off one's limited skills in front of her.
Tang Yaoyao smiled again: "Miss Ye can't recreate the same fragrance, so of course she'll refuse."
Ye Mi'er finally frowned in displeasure and said coldly, "Miss Tang, I'm being gentle with you because you're the spokesperson my senior hired, but that doesn't mean you can use this to make fun of me."
She handed the perfume to Su Mei, then smiled playfully, her voice sweet: "Miss Ye, this isn't a joke, it's just telling perfume lovers, and other perfumers, the truth."
A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Ye Mier's heart.
Do you remember who won the "It Has to Be You" perfume?
"It has to be you" was the perfume Ye Mier created back then.
“I remember, it was Mr. Fu’s father who won the bid for ‘You Are the One’ and gave it to his wife, Qiao Yanzhi.”
The moment the name was uttered, everyone's hearts raced.
Qiao Yanzhi...
Just hearing her name is enough to make people fall in love with her.
She was the most popular socialite in Rongcheng, and countless men had broken down the gates of the Qiao family to propose to her. Unfortunately, she had driven them all away in various ways.
Finally, at the prime of her life, she married Fu Xiuchen's father, Fu Jiang.
In the past, wherever she appeared, there was always a lively atmosphere. It's just a pity that she got married later and rarely left her home.
Many people still like her and haven't given up on her; they're waiting every day for her to divorce Fu Jiang.
While they waited, Fu Xiuchen became successful, but they still didn't have children.
Tang Yaoyao smiled gently, maintaining a humble yet confident attitude from the beginning. Her smile was charming and her voice sweet: "I was fortunate enough to become friends with Ms. Qiao's son after working together with him. He brought you here."
The scene erupted into noise once again.
Everyone looked at Fu Xiuchen.
In everyone's eyes, Fu Xiuchen is the only son of Qiao Yanzhi and Fu Jiang. Why did Tang Yaoyao's words lead them to believe that the son of the Fu-Qiao couple was someone else?
Upon hearing this, Ye Mi'er sneered and spoke up for Fu Xiuchen: "Tang Yaoyao, do you know what you're saying? My senior is her son. From what you're saying, does the Fu family have any illegitimate children?"
Fu Xiuchen smiled, but because his expression was too indifferent, no one noticed the sweet and doting affection in his eyes.
It seems that Dad and Mom have mastered the persona of having only one son, so well that even Ye Mi'er doesn't know it.
That's true. If the outside world knew that every one of the Fu family's children was a big shot, they would probably be green with envy.
Zhong Shulin had also witnessed Qiao Yanzhi's beauty back then. Tang Yaoyao not only felt bad for Ye Mier, but also smeared Qiao Yanzhi. He angrily rebuked her: "This is utter nonsense. It's getting more and more outrageous. How can we find the truth for Zhou Chuan's wife like this?"
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