In the presidential suite of the largest sailboat hotel in Magic Capital, Joshua Child was dressed in a sharp suit, holding a glass of red wine and standing in front of a spacious floor mirror.
He was already 35 years old, in the prime of life, when his family had assigned him to take charge of the business in Hua Country. At the time, he felt dissatisfied, believing that a poor place like this couldn't possibly afford a luxury brand like ML.
But when he actually made the long journey to Magic Capital, just getting off the plane, he was stunned by the scene before him.
The towering skyscrapers, the neat and orderly streets—every bit of it flaunted the heritage of a top-tier city.
Starting work, Joshua Child had originally thought it would be difficult to promote the business in Hua Country, but who would have known that once the luxury brands from Europe and America began their overwhelming advertisements, those wealthy individuals would line up to snap up the products!
The purchasing power and employee retention rates far exceeded those of Beautland by several times!
In just a few short years, his status within the family skyrocketed. He was even recently classified as the third in line for succession!
Originally all these glories were brought to him by Hua Country. However, perhaps due to the business being too smooth from the start, he never took this ancient country seriously.
He even brazenly said at a gathering of friends that people in Hua Country were foolish with too much money, easy to deceive.
The moment he said it, he felt a jolt in his heart, especially since many of the elites from Hua Country were in attendance.
Before he could apologize on the pretext of being drunk, many agreed with his remarks, with the so-called elite class making up more than half.
It was only then that he saw topics considered taboo in Beautland could be openly discussed here.
At the same time, his disdain for Hua Country deepened somewhat.
"Bang bang bang!"
The door was knocked, Joshua Child finished the red wine in his glass and slapped his face to sober up.
He opened the door to let in the head of the internal investigation department of the group.
Listening to the report from the other party, Joshua Child's lips curled into a cold smirk.
He had never considered Song Yun a threat—possibly due to her young age—thus Joshua Child always believed that the investigation department had mythologized a young person who had gained fame early.
Now, having united more than two hundred luxury brands to exert collective pressure, if Song Yun showed the slightest resistance, he dared to withdraw these brands from the shopping mall.
By then, a commercial area which used to rake in money might turn into an unwanted burden no one visits!
Such losses could be enough to bring down the finances of a company!
Because they hadn't made a reservation, the waiter regretfully informed them that the private rooms were all booked and they could only eat in the main hall.
Song Yun never had many pretentious habits, and furthermore, the Sichuan cuisine was indeed authentic, so he chose a corner in the hall.
Even though they were seated quite far back, due to Yuan Siyi and Wen Shu's off-the-charts attractiveness, they drew countless sidelong glances.
Some people even mistook the two women for big celebrities, coming over with mobile phones in hand, hoping to get a photo with them.
After rejecting four or five men, a five or six-year-old girl ran over.
She wasn't as tall as the dining table and could only tiptoe and cling to the table as she adorably said, "Two sisters, you're so pretty~"
"Thank you, little friend. When you grow up, you're sure to be even prettier than your sisters."
Yuan Siyi said, smiling as she patted the little girl's head.
"Sister, sister, can I take a picture with you?"
The little girl shook her phone, which was even bigger than her palm, and asked with her head tilted cutely.
Yuan Siyi, seeing the girl's adorable appearance, felt her heart almost melting.
She held the girl in her arms, helped her switch to the camera, and together took a picture with her.
"Thank you, sister~ I hope we can meet again next time~"
The little girl cheerfully hugged Yuan Siyi's neck and planted a kiss on her cheek.
After being put down by Yuan Siyi, the girl scurried back towards her parents on her short little legs.
But just around a corner, a 15 or 16-year-old Caucasian girl suddenly came around and bumped the little girl to the ground, who gasped in pain as she rubbed her backside.
"It hurts so much... but Sen Sen is already five years old! I can't cry!"
The little girl muttered to herself, constantly comforting herself, but the Caucasian girl looked down at her with disdain, muttering a string of English words.
Because she spoke too quickly, no one around understood what was said, but the last sentence in Chinese from the Caucasian girl provoked public indignation!
"Fack! Dirty Hua Country people, get away from me!"
Though the little girl sitting on the ground didn't understand very well, the fierce expression on the Caucasian girl's face was enough to scare her into tears.
Looking down condescendingly, the Caucasian girl snorted coldly and turned to leave.