"Liu Yue, this client is not easy to deal with. Come and take care of her!" Zhao Qianqian straightened her curly short hair. A professional life should be done by a professional.
"Damn fat man, don't move! Take a good look at your feet. Do you know what this is?"
"Persian pure handmade silk carpets are priced at 100,000 square meters. Our company covers all 300 square meters of this carpet!"
"Did you see the vase with flowers on the table? Last month's auction at Christie's was from the collection of a temple in Neon Kokufuyama from 700 years ago! Less than half a billion!"
"Have you seen this man? The richest man! He's alive! Buying your company is easier than buying groceries! Why are you so arrogant!"
Didn't you agree to keep a low profile? Alas, Zhou Yan feels so tired!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
