The Bentley parked, and a man with slicked-back hair, dressed like a CEO, stepped out.
Following closely behind him was a beautiful subordinate.
"Mr. Zhou, it's on the 11th floor."
The subordinate said respectfully.
This man was Zhou Xinde, the president of Fan Sizhe for Greater China.
This time, he had been ordered by the president of Fan Sizhe to recruit Qi Yiyun as well.
Fan Sizhe, also an international fashion brand, originally held a prestigious position, but for various reasons, its fate had become similar to Prada.
From the pinnacle, it fell to the valley, but while Prada stagnated in the valley, Fan Sizhe did not.
Eventually, Fan Sizhe was acquired by a large American conglomerate, becoming a subsidiary.
The American conglomerate naturally acquired Fan Sizhe for its brand value.
Now, with the support of this American giant, Fan Sizhe was financially robust and prepared to regain its peak position.
"Let's go."
Zhou Xinde swaggered in with his female subordinate.
