Pan Xiangyi felt that he had everything he should have in life, except for a good show. In order to cope with his father's money-making ability, he hired Tang Manyue, who had just graduated from college and looked cute and cute, as the design director of his cosmetics company.
Then...
He embarked on a road of no return chased by money.
An eye cream with a simple formula? This is minimalist skin care with the consumer in mind.
Cream with complex formula? This is a way to harvest a noble lady!
A facial mask that feels good on the skin? This is the scientific crystallization of the daily chemical industry!
Essence that feels bad on skin? This is the ultimate drugstore look.
Pan Xiangyi vomited blood. He hugged Tang Manyue's thigh and cried loudly: Please, don't mess with me.
Tang Manyue patiently stroked Pan Xiangyi's head: I understand, I understand, this is all the boss's command.
Just like anyone without a system, I, Tang Manyue, must be the design master of this world. As for the boss...
Hey, I'll take care of you from now on.
Purpose: I wanted to put it on display, but ended up losing money and becoming the light of domestic products in the cosmetics industry.