Chapter 69

In a certain island country, in a certain company meeting room, Takeichi Yamamoto lowered his head and looked through the documents on the table with a grim expression.

The other employees in the meeting room were either looking down at documents or secretly glancing at Yamamoto at the top of the table.

They all knew why today's meeting was held. It was unbelievable that a company had developed a DVD player before theirs, and it was a Chinese company.

But the facts are right in front of them. No matter how much they don't want to believe it, other people's products have already been sold in the market. The products that their company has spent so much effort to research have not yet succeeded, but others have already obtained the fruits of victory. It is equivalent to that the huge amount of money paid in the early stage has been wasted. No wonder the boss's face is so ugly.

"God actually did it this way. I am just one step away and I can make a DVD player." A man who looked like a researcher and was sitting two seats to the right of Yamamoto exclaimed while holding a document in his hand.

The look on his face was one of sudden enlightenment and a little annoyance. "We are just one step away. We can produce this DVD player."

The other researchers also read the document and nodded in agreement. However, they only felt that it was simple after seeing the research data on the DVD player. However, a large part of the success of scientific research results is often due to that little inspiration. If there is no such inspiration, more research will be needed.

At this moment, there was a "pop" sound. Everyone else in the conference room was startled by the sound. They looked up and saw Yamamoto slamming the document in his hand and throwing it on the table. He looked at the researchers with an unpleasant expression, "Just one step away? Ha, it's easy for you to say that. Then why can't I even develop a DVD player after I sponsored you with so much money? You are a bunch of rubbish, good-for-nothings..."

Yamamoto blushed and yelled at the researchers. Some arrogant researchers couldn't help but yell back, "Yamamoto, please pay attention to your basic etiquette. You are not a scientific researcher and you don't understand research. Not every research can produce results. We are just your employees and you can't insult us at will. We all have dignity."

"Oh, you're talking about dignity to me." Yamamoto looked at them with disdain. "You weren't so dignified when you asked me for money. Even people in China can develop DVD players. Aren't you, the high-tech researchers who claim to be the Great Japanese Empire, worse than pigs?"

"Yamamoto-kun!" Several researchers were so angry that they were speechless. They couldn't find any reason to refute him, so they just left with their sleeves swung, "Let's go."

Yamamoto ignored the researchers who walked out of the conference room and looked at the other employees below him with a gloomy look. "Since the DVD player has been taken away by others, what other options do you have now?"

Everyone was silent for a long time before one employee trembled and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, why don't we start with the patent?"

After hearing this, Yamamoto just looked at the employee without saying anything. Matsushita Aota, who was sitting below him, wanted to say something after hearing what the employee said, but after looking at Yamamoto's expression, he held himself back.

The employee saw that Mr. Yamamoto did not refute him and thought his suggestion was good. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to speak enthusiastically: "According to our understanding of the Chinese, they have no intention of applying for patents, so we can apply for patents first and block their production in terms of technology. Then whoever has the patent will be able to produce, and there will be no need to argue about who manufactured the product first."

The other employees nodded and said, "This is a good idea."

However, after the employee finished speaking, he found that Yamamoto's face became more and more gloomy. Matsushita Aota looked at him and cursed him in his heart, and quickly interrupted their discussion: "First of all, don't forget that if we can think of this method, other companies will definitely think of it too. Maybe others have already done it before us. The most important thing is that the Chinese company you mentioned has already applied for a patent before the DVD player was put into production."

The employee's face turned pale after hearing this. No wonder Yamamoto-kun looked so unhappy. Their company used to use this method to grab many products. If this method was useful, Yamamoto-kun would have let someone else do it long ago instead of convening a meeting today to let everyone come up with a solution.

After talking to the other employees, Matsushita Aota turned to Yamamoto who was in charge and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, I have an idea. Maybe we can go to Hong Kong. It is still under the management of the British government. I believe the British businessmen there are also eager to take a piece of this big cake. Maybe we can cooperate with the British businessmen."

Yamamoto's eyebrows moved after hearing this, and he thought for a while before nodding: "Okay, this is a good idea. Matsushita is indeed my most loyal subordinate. I will follow your method. You will go to Hong Kong with me tomorrow."

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When Chen Zhonghao came back in the evening, Song Shu had just finished washing up and was about to blow dry her hair. When she heard the sound, she came out of the bathroom and asked him worriedly, "I heard from Sister Fang Yun that the Japanese and British have come to our house recently?"

Chen Zonghao saw her with wet long hair and only a towel on her shoulders. He frowned and asked, "Why did you come out with wet hair?"

Song Shu puffed her cheeks and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm just worried about you."

Chen Zonghao took her hand and walked to the bathroom, "I'll talk to you while I blow dry your hair."

"Oh." Song Shu could only follow him obediently.

When they arrived at the bathroom, Song Shu didn't need to do anything. Chen Zonghao carried her to the sink and sat her there skillfully, just like he did last time, and took the hair dryer beside her.

Song Shu watched the man turn his head to take the hair dryer from the shelf, and couldn't help but quietly reach out and rub her waist. When the man's big hand reached up to her, it was as if an electric current passed through her, making her body tremble uncontrollably. When the man turned his gaze back, Song Shu put her hand down again.

Chen Zonghao didn't notice her movements. He picked up the hair dryer and turned it on. A whooshing sound rang out. With his other hand, he gently brushed her hair and said as he blew it: "He came to see me and invited me to attend the banquet tomorrow night. The banquet is hosted by Mr. Smith, a British businessman."

"Mr. Smith?" Song Shu knew this British businessman. He could be said to be a foreign businessman who made a fortune in Hong Kong. His investments could be seen in many industries in Hong Kong, so there were many reports about him in relevant economic newspapers in Hong Kong.

"Yes." Chen Zonghao nodded and looked down at her. "I need a female companion to go with me. Miss Song, would you be so kind as to go to the banquet with me?"

Song Shu thought for a while, raised her head and curled her lips: "Of course, I can think of it as a return gift to Mr. Chen for blowing my hair."

Chen Zonghao laughed softly, his voice happy, "Thank you Miss Song for your kindness."

The laughter was deep and attractive, making Song Shu's ears feel hot. She didn't know if it was because of the temperature of the hair dryer or because of his charming laughter.

After a while, Chen Zonghao blew her hair dry and gently smoothed it. The hair slipped smoothly through his fingers. Chen Zonghao reluctantly withdrew his hand and looked down at her: "Okay."

Song Shu looked up at him, "Thank you."

Chen Zonghao lowered his head and saw her face which was a little rosy after taking a shower. At this moment, she was looking up at him intently, and he could see his reflection in her eyes.

Chen Zonghao's Adam's apple moved, and he couldn't help but lower his head to touch her forehead, and said softly: "Can I give you some thank you gifts in advance?"

His forehead rested against hers, and his breath fanned her face. Song Shu suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken, her thoughts became a little confused, and she couldn't help biting her lower lip.

Seeing her like this, Chen Zonghao couldn't help but put one hand on the sink and the other hand on the back of her neck, staring at her tightly, and said in a low voice, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Song Shu only felt a kiss gently falling on the tip of her nose, like a feather brushing against the tip of her heart, making her eyelashes tremble.

It seemed like a few seconds or longer had passed, and the kiss continued to move down to her lips. Song Shu's body trembled and she reflexively wanted to lean back, but the hand on the back of her neck gently but irresistibly applied force to stop her movement.

The neon light coming through the small window shone brightly on them, sometimes brighter and sometimes dimmer as the light flickered.

Song Shu didn't know how much time had passed, she just felt that her head was like a ball of paste.

Chen Zonghao raised his head and looked at her charming appearance. He exhaled and rubbed her face with his thumb lingeringly. Finally, he restrained himself and reached out to take her down from the sink. "Go to bed, good night."

Song Shu walked out mechanically, almost at the same time. When she was almost out of the door, she stopped, bit her lip, turned around suddenly and trotted to him, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the face unexpectedly under Chen Zonghao's surprised gaze, "Good night." After saying that, she quickly pulled away and tried to run towards the door.

However, Chen Zonghao's movements were faster than hers. He reached out from behind and grabbed her waist, holding her in his arms. Her back was leaning against his chest in an instant.

The man rested his head on her right shoulder, and said in a pleasant and coaxing voice: "Can we say goodnight like this from now on?"

Song Shu curled her lips and then pursed them, pretending not to understand what he meant, "Why do you mean that?"

She didn't know that her words hit the man's heart. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Chen Zonghao raised the corner of his mouth to show her how to do it, and put his lips on her face, "Like this."

Song Shu felt like she was standing in a furnace. She tilted her head to look at the man and snorted, "You wish."

After saying that, she struggled to break free from the man's arms, walked quickly into the room and closed the door before he could react.

Chen Zonghao stood there, the smile on his face still there, even his brows were filled with joy.

Song Shu returned to the room and leaned against the door. She couldn't help but put out her hand to hold her pounding heart. It took a while for her heartbeat to calm down.

Even though she was lying in bed with her eyes closed, her mind kept thinking about what had just happened, as if her memory now was clearer than before. The scorching temperature of the bathroom, the neon lights that came in, and the eyelashes of the man she had seen halfway through all replayed in her mind one by one.

Song Shu tossed and turned several times until she fell into a drowsy sleep in the second half of the night.

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As expected, Song Shu woke up late the next day. She hurriedly washed up, had breakfast, and rushed to the studio. Therefore, she had no time to show any awkwardness or shyness when interacting with Chen Zonghao.

Sitting in the office, Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief, and was glad that she got up late this morning. At least it gave her some time to relax.

Song Shu hit her head lightly and stopped thinking about it. Thinking about the conversation with Sister Fang Yun yesterday, cheongsam is obviously very popular in high society now, so she plans to hold a cheongsam show to further deepen the impression of this positioning and lay the foundation for her idea of ​​establishing a high-end cheongsam dress customization business.

Thinking of Song Shu, he asked Assistant Gao to arrange a meeting with other designers.

In the afternoon, in the conference room, Song Shu brought up her idea, "I plan to hold a cheongsam show in the near future. Do you have any different opinions?"

As fashion designers, they are the first to know what styles of clothes are popular during this period. Therefore, they also know that in the upper class society, wealthy ladies and young ladies like to wear cheongsams when attending banquets, and these cheongsams are all designed by Mr. Song.

They admired her very much. Their boss, Designer Song, had only been in the Hong Kong fashion design circle for less than a year, but she had already designed several popular clothes. It could be said that she had both a natural talent and was extremely sensitive to fashion trends. It was hard for her not to be successful.

After listening to her, the designers all felt that this proposal was very good and could further deepen their brand image. It would be completely beneficial to them, so they all agreed to hold this cheongsam show.

Seeing that they had no objection, Song Shu continued, "For this cheongsam show, in addition to the cheongsams I designed myself, you can also submit your own designs, and the outstanding ones can also join the show."

After she finished speaking, the other designers stared at her with wide eyes, their faces showing the same surprise. Some of them couldn't help but ask directly: "Is this true? Our works can also be displayed in this show."

Song Shu sat on the chair and nodded: "Really, but whether you can be selected depends on your own ability. When you are selected, I will publish your works for you to judge together. If you have any objections, you can also raise them. In my studio, as long as you have the ability, you will have the opportunity to show yourself."

After hearing this, the designers looked at her with enthusiasm, their hearts surging with excitement. It had been a long time since they had felt such an exciting mood. In the past, if they had worked in other studios, it would have been difficult for them to get a chance to stand out. But now in this studio, they had a chance to showcase their work not long after they started working.

So they all nodded and said, "This is fair. If we are not selected, we can only blame ourselves." The selected works will be made public later. Just like the boss said, if anyone disagrees, they can raise objections.

You have to know that they usually don’t even have the opportunity to showcase their works, let alone fairness.