Chen Qing rummaged through her messy luggage and found her pajamas. "Xiao He, I'm going to take a shower."
"good."
Yang Yihe turned on the TV, wanting to see what the people of the beautiful country were watching.
A moment later, Chen finished showering and came out, then taught Yang Yihe how to operate the foreign bathing tools.
Yang Yihe blinked her eyes.
Chen Qing smiled and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Yang Yihe couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, why aren't you shocked?"
From the moment she entered the airport, her aunt remained calm throughout, including when they arrived at the luxurious hotel. Yang Yihe felt incredibly ignorant.
Chen Qing laughed and said, "Because I've been pretending all along?"
"Really?"
"right!"
Chen Qing nodded firmly.
Yang Yihe didn't believe it. She felt that her aunt was lying to her, but her aunt was unwilling to talk about it, so she had no choice but to obediently wash up.
Yang Yihe wasn't nervous about sharing a bed with her aunt that night; in fact, she was quite happy.
Chen Qing went to the living room and sat on the carpet to write something. After Yang Yihe came out, he showed it to her: "We are going abroad for a short time and have a heavy mission. I have to go to talk to someone tomorrow. I will find a bodyguard to accompany you. You should collect as many of these magazines as possible, read them as much as possible, and try to remember them, because we may not be able to bring these fashion magazines back to China. After we return, you may need to retell the contents of one of them for us to refer to."
Yang Yihe pursed her lips: "Okay!"
As she dried her hair, she sat down opposite her aunt and asked, "Do we need to publish fashion magazines in China too?"
Chen Qing: "Yes! We need something to establish our position, and fashion magazines are the best option. First, selling magazines can make money; second, it provides publicity; and third, the articles published in them can easily cultivate loyal customers."
Yang Yihe digested her aunt's words, then looked at the contents of the paper and said, "I will try to read it as much as possible."
"Okay." Chen Qing added, "It's getting late. Dry your hair and go to sleep. You're still young, don't stay up late."
"oh."
Yang Yihe wanted to argue that she was no longer a child.
But perhaps in the adult world, those who are not adults are considered children.
After she lay down on the bed, she quickly fell asleep, and she didn't even know what time her aunt came in.
I slept soundly until dawn.
Chen Qing sat in front of the dressing table combing her hair. She had thick, natural-looking eyebrows and a high, straight nose with natural highlighting. She looked even better with a little makeup.
But Chen Qing didn't feel like putting on makeup during work hours; she just wore a white shirt and jeans, and being neat and tidy was enough for her.
Because they were going to see Marcus, only Chen Qing, Wang Weiqiang, and Liu Fenghua went.
Wang Xuemei had an assignment from her organization and needed to contact the local embassy to handle some matters.
Before the car arrived, Chen Qing went shopping again.
Liu Fenghua cursed and grumbled as he watched her spend money without restraint.
Because all the items Chen Qing purchased were paid for through public funds!
The car arrived on time. Chen Qing sat in the front seat, while Liu Fenghua in the back adjusted his suit, frowned and looked at the plainly dressed Wang Weiqiang with disdain. He twisted his body into a pretzel to try to keep the distance between him and Wang Weiqiang, and even complained to Chen Qing: "Why don't you wear makeup and present your best appearance to the customers?"
Chen Qing: "I'm beautiful."
"You!" Liu Fenghua couldn't find a reason to refute, so he could only yell, "Are you mocking me for being ugly and pretentious?!"
Chen Qing: "Mm."
A single word can be extremely damaging.
Liu Fenghua was absolutely furious: "Chen Qing, I'm warning you, whether your clothes can go abroad depends entirely on whether I'm willing to let you!"
Chen Qing's sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar figure, and her body instinctively reached for the car door, but the figure flashed by, leaving her staring blankly.
Liu Fenghua snorted smugly, "You dare not refute me now, do you?"
He had expected this.
What's a mere factory director compared to him? He's the one who controls the export lifeline of the Summer Sports Apparel Factory!
Seeing that the factory director didn't retaliate, Wang Weiqiang wisely played the role of a quail.
When the car arrived at Marcus's company, it was greeted by Marcus's assistant and led to the conference room.
Marcus stepped forward and shook hands with Chen Qing: "Ms. Chen, it's been a long time."
Chen Qing: "Long time no see."
The two arrived at the conference room and began their conversation. Marcus introduced her, saying, "This is Ms. Isabella, the fashion queen of our country. She was very interested when she heard that I had invited you here and would like to get to know you."
Chen Qing looked at the woman in front of him, who was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. She had a head of short, fluffy, slightly wavy platinum blonde hair, a thin face with high cheekbones, and thin lips painted with matte bright red lipstick. She was wearing a well-tailored charcoal gray women's suit with high padded shoulders.
It gave Chen Qing the feeling of facing her boss from her past life.
Chen Qing extended his hand first: "Hello, Ms. Isabella, my name is Chen Qing."
Isabella crossed her arms, her icy blue eyes holding a condescending scrutiny.
She glanced at Chen Qing from head to toe before extending her hand, adorned with an expensive watch, and gently shook hands with him.
Marcus invited both of them to sit down and said frankly, "Ms. Chen, we have been working together for many years and we are both very happy. But as for the store, which street you can enter depends on the category of your clothing."
Chen Qing asked Wang Weiqiang to take out the clothes and start showing them off.
Liu Fenghua kept his brows furrowed throughout.
But nobody paid him any attention.
Chen Qing brought six sets of fashion.
Coincidentally, one of them was a black suit.
Isabella's gaze instantly locked onto the suit: "Go try it on and show me."
Wang Weiqiang was shocked.
When has the factory manager ever suffered such injustice?
Liu Fenghua yelled in English, "Director Chen, what are you standing there for? Why aren't you going to try? Aren't you going to do it?!"
Isabella and Marcus both looked at him in surprise.
Liu Fenghua straightened his suit collar and solemnly introduced himself.
The two nodded silently.
Then he looked away.
Isabella looked at Chen Qing, who took out high heels and asked where she could change her clothes.
His assistant took him there.
Wang Weiqiang was so angry that his eyes turned red. He felt that these two foreigners were humiliating him!
Liu Fenghua was smug.
No matter how smug Chen Qing is in China, once he goes abroad, he's still just a nobody, manipulated by others, and ordered around like a dog.
The people in the conference room didn't have to wait long before they saw Chen Qing's appearance.
Chen Qing designed a charcoal black suit made of a fine fabric blended with matte velvet, woven with almost invisible silver-gray patterns.
She stood still at the doorway, her stillness exuding composure, but as she approached, a cool yet gentle light emanated from her.
Her sharply defined shoulders accentuated the garment's sharp silhouette, her shoulder and neck lines were nearly perfect, and the neckline was slanted open, revealing half of her collarbone.
The vermilion lace lining underneath was embroidered with a subtle intertwined floral pattern, but it was mostly covered by the suit collar, with only the rolled edge of the lace brushing against the side of the neck.
The wide-leg trousers, made of the same material, reach down to the ankles, revealing the scarlet lining underneath as the wearer moves.
Even the heels of Chen Qing's high heels were matte black, the same color scheme.
The toe of the shoe brushed against the scarlet lining of the trousers, and that touch of red, following the rhythm of the heel, repeatedly caught the eye.
The conference room was silent. (End of Chapter)
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