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If MN Group had not handed the invitation letter to Wantianqing Company, Wantianqing Company would have to work hard for at least another ten years before it could gain a foothold in the international fashion industry.

Wantianqing Company has been given the opportunity to participate in the fashion show, so what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

To put it another way, since Shenzhou's ancient weaving technology is so amazing, why is there no fireproof and waterproof technology?

There are at least 800 brands participating in the fashion show this time. In addition to the local brands of the Global Center, more brands come from the Xingman Federation Empire.

Shenzhou should be satisfied that one brand can squeeze into the fashion show.

"Of course it is impossible to compensate them." The secretary also smiled, "On the contrary, they should reflect on themselves. Why is it that only the clothes they sent have problems?"

In fact, the organizers did know about the fire, and they would naturally find the culprit if they investigated further, but they really didn't need to protect a small company like Wantianqing.

"That's exactly the reason." The chairman said lightly, "You ask someone to send back the ashes of the clothes. If they still make excuses, then they don't have to participate in tomorrow's show."

The secretary bowed: "Yes, I will follow your orders."

After leaving the office, the secretary shook his head.

The bad luck of Wantianqing Company lies in the fact that it does not have a strong enough background and no one to support it. No matter how wronged it is, it can only break the matter and swallow it.

**

Christine slept until nine o'clock in the evening. She slept very well.

After stretching, she got out of bed, washed up, and started to handle official business.

She turned on her mobile phone and made a video call.

A virtual 3D projection floated in front of her, it was a young deacon.

"Miss Christine, there are only two people who know that you will go to the Tower of Babel for the Supreme Meeting today." The young deacon looked serious, "One is your father, and the other is your half-brother."

"Oh?" Christine's expression was not surprised, "If it was the two of them, then it would make no difference who did it."

The young deacon was very embarrassed: "The old guys in the family are still too traditional. With their protection, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to do it."

The Constance family is not only connected with the World Bank, but also involved in other fields. Its internal complexities are far more complicated than the Yunjing Xiang family.

"Got it." Christine said lightly, "Then stop their cards. The Global Center is not only the World Bank, but they must have deposits in other banks."

The young deacon understood: "Understood."

"Have you settled the matter with Daxiu?" Christine asked again.

"Sorry, I'm on my way." The young deacon apologized, "I spent a long time dealing with the attack on you during the day."

"Just finish it tomorrow morning." Christine nodded, "After you finish this, you should also take a two-day break. It's not good to be too tired."

The young deacon smiled and said, "It's my honor to serve Miss Christine."

With a "beep", the call ended and the virtual projection disappeared.

Christine pushed the door open and walked out of the room, smelling an enticing aroma of food.

"Awake?" Ye Wanlan waved at her, "Sit down and eat something."

"By the way." Christine took out a black and gold card from her wallet, "This is for you, an unlimited bank card, you can swipe it at will, it won't be insufficient, if it's really insufficient, I'll continue to earn more."

At this moment, Fang Qingli felt that the World Bank president with the attribute of "dead otaku" was very much like the domineering president described in the novel.

She had starry eyes: "Miss Christine, you are so handsome!"

Ye Wanlan took the black and gold card and took out another one.

There is no difference in appearance between the two cards, except for the golden numbers on the back.

One is 007, and the other is 180.

"You already have one?" Christine was very surprised. She blurted out, "This card--"

She stared at the number on the black gold card that Yan Tingfeng gave to Ye Wanlan and frowned slightly.

Ye Wanlan asked: "What does the number on the card mean?"

"Yes." Christine said slowly, "The smaller the number, the earlier the card was registered, and the cards with single-digit numbers were all registered in the early 21st century, when I was just born."

Then the black gold card 007 was issued by the president of the World Bank in the early 20th century.

Once such a black gold card is issued, it is valid for life.

"So early?" Ye Wanlan pondered, "It seems to be passed down from my ancestors, I'd better give it back to him."

"Who gave it to you?" Christine was a little unhappy.

Now only she and another vice president can sign such a black gold card, and she thought the gift she prepared for Ye Wanlan was unique.

"My patient." Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows slightly, "He's a very good person, sometimes a little cute."

Christine was even more unhappy: "I want to fight with him."

Ye Wanlan added: "He's also the only person who doesn't feel any discomfort when riding in my car, and is happy."

Christine: "?"

Three seconds later, Christine said slowly: "Is the person you describe in this way really a human being?"

To be able to withstand Ye Wanlan's terrifying driving skills, how strong must his physical and mental qualities be?

"Yes, but he does have a big problem with his body." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I'll cure your motion sickness first."

She took out a long box from her backpack and selected three gold needles and two silver needles.

Christine was a little curious: "Is this acupuncture in Shenzhou? I haven't tried such a treatment method yet."

But Ye Wanlan's medical skills are indeed very magical. After a few needles, she actually felt that her body was much lighter.

Every time she got carsick, she needed a day to rest.

"Okay." Ye Wanlan put away the last needle, "You just need to take medicine for the rest. One course of treatment is seven days. After three courses of treatment, I guarantee that you will never get sick even if you take my car."

Christine had a blank expression: "I'm not worried about getting sick in your car, I'm worried about my life."

"How could I let you get into trouble?" Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Don't worry, I'm still here, your life is safe."

Although this sentence was said in a teasing tone, it did bring a strong sense of security.

"Ding-ling-ling--"

The phone rang, Fang Qingli picked up: "Sister Lan, it's the show organizer calling."

Ye Wanlan nodded: "Turn on speakerphone."

"Hello, Miss Fang, the ashes of the clothes are already in a box. I wanted to send them back to you, but considering that you will arrive at the show tomorrow." The secretary said, "So it's better not to waste this manpower. When you arrive at the show tomorrow, take them back by yourself."

Fang Qingli said angrily: "Don't go too far!"

"Miss Fang, I understand your feelings." The secretary's tone was polite and distant, "But there is nothing we can do about it. Instead of having time to get angry here, it's better to think about what kind of amazing performance Wantianqing Company will bring on the stage tomorrow."

Every sentence is ironic.

Ye Wanlan was not angry, but smiled: "Of course, it will attract everyone's attention."

The secretary heard that the other side had changed his voice. He was stunned at first, and then he said sarcastically: "Since your company is so confident, then we also want to see what kind of attention it will attract."

He hung up the phone and went to reply to the chairman.

At this time, the young deacon also rushed to the organizer's building.

He was very polite: "Miss Christine asked me to do something."

"Please sit down!" The chairman was flattered, "If Miss Christine has anything to do, just tell her on the phone, why do you have to come in person?"

The chairman had never met Christine, but he would recognize her confidant.

It's just so late, the big show will start tomorrow, what's the emergency?

He winked at the secretary, and the secretary hurried to pour water.

"Don't be so nervous." The young deacon said calmly, "It's just that Miss Christine heard that there was a fire at the show and some clothes were destroyed, so she asked me to come and take a look."

"It's a small matter, a small matter." The chairman said hurriedly, "We have solved it. The destroyed clothes are from a small company and will not affect the big show. Please tell Miss Christine not to worry."

"Miss Christine loves the ancient gold, pearl and jade jewelry of Shenzhou Wantianqing Company, as well as ancient weaving techniques such as brocade." The young deacon stopped laughing and said coldly, "She is very sorry that three pieces of Shenzhou brocade were destroyed in a fire. If you don't give an explanation, there will be no need to hold future fashion shows."

See you tomorrow~~