Early the next morning, the atmosphere in the branch of Leiler Company was slightly tense.

Mr. Keith had been waiting outside early, with the secretary Renee behind him, and the stern-looking branch management behind him.

Soon, in the eyes of everyone, a black sedan slowly drove over.

Yve's expression moved, his eyes turned away, stared at the black sedan tightly, raised his hand to straighten his tie, and looked down at the corner of his clothes, only then did he raise his face, and the corners of his lips were torn to the sides with a warm and not rude arc.

When the car stopped, he hurriedly greeted him.

The door opened, and a pair of brown leather shoes of extraordinary quality stepped down, and then gray suit pants of good material, the same material, a well-tailored blazer, clinging to the tall figure, rising from the ground, the slightly curly blonde hair, with the movement, slightly fluttering.

Yves looked at the young man in front of him, and the smile on his face carried a hint of flattery:

"Mr. Chesterton."

Chesterton, the current CEO of Reeller, is younger than the outside world thinks, but one cannot be underestimated.

Chesterton glanced at Yve, bowed slightly, and walked towards the company.

When Yves saw it, he hurriedly followed and followed, and everyone followed.

Chesterton walked non-stop, seemingly casually looking at the various core departments of the branch, Yves cautiously followed, and tried to speak several times, but Chesterton remained expressionless, glanced at it lightly, and walked upstairs.

All the way up, straight to the top floor, to his own office.

Sitting down behind his desk, Chesterton raised his eyes, and before he could speak, Yves automatically and spontaneously placed a stack of papers in front of him:

"Mr. Chesterton, all the materials you want to see are here."

Chesterton flipped through it casually, hooked the corners of his lips slightly, and with a movement of his hand, he pushed the thick stack of papers aside, and raised his eyes:

"I can see that these documents have been carefully prepared, and I can't see anything when I think about it."

Hearing his words, Yves grinded his toes on the ground, his shoulders tightened, and cautiously peeked at Chesterton's face.

Chesterton didn't speak immediately, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, and suddenly he spoke:

"How's the cooperation with Gu's?"

Hearing Chesterton's words, Yves was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, he took a step forward and said:

"Mr. Chesterton, I have to say that George's previous choice was wrong, and the Gu family is completely incomparable with the Elijah company you like."

Hearing this, Chesterton's blue eyes flashed, and he looked up at Yves:

"Oh? How so? ”

Seeing that Chesterton was interested, Yves perked up and hurriedly said:

"That's right, just yesterday, I read their design draft, none of which echoed our company's pursuit of elegant taste, if I had to comment, it would be garbage, and it should be thrown directly into the trash......

Listening to Yves's words, Chesterton hooked the corners of his lips, he lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Yves's chatter:

"Bring me the design."

Yves's voice stopped abruptly, and he opened his mouth to look at Chesterton:

"You want to look at that pile of garbage...... Oh no...... I mean......"

Chesterton laughed:

"Bring it, Yves, let me see."

"Okay...... Good. ”

Yves glanced at him, turned around, and instead of calling the secretary, he turned around and hurried out.

Out of the office door, he couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat from the corner of his forehead, tilted his face slightly, glanced inside, and then quickened his pace, went to his office, found the folder he had forgotten on his desk since yesterday, kept returning to Chesterton, put the light blue folder respectfully in front of the latter, and then took a step back.

Chesterton glanced at the pale blue folder before reaching out and opening the first page.

After a casual glance, he didn't say a word.

Yves watched Chesterton's expression cautiously from the sidelines, and even his breathing became lighter.

He watched as Chesterton flipped back two more pages, and then laughed:

"Sure enough, it's garbage."

Hearing Chesterton say this, Yves breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile quickly appeared on his face, as if he had found a common language:

"Mr. Chesterton, I have long said that Gu's design really does not match our company's elegant, noble, aristocratic taste pursuit."

Chesterton hooked the corners of his lips, but his hand did not stop, still turning back page by page, but his expression was very casual, and he quickly turned to the last page.

He tugged at the corners of his lips meaninglessly, and let go of his hand a little boredly, and the slightly heavy skin of the pale blue folder snapped down, only to slide out of it a brown brown paper file bag.

His gaze paused.

Yves, who had been observing Chesterton's movements, glanced at the document bag and hurriedly said:

"It may be that they were temporarily rushed out and sandwiched inside, but no matter how much the Gu family rushes to design, it is almost the same, what can be special."

Chesterton smiled playfully and said:

"With so many design drafts, it seems that Gu's is very sincere."

As he spoke, he propped himself on the table with one hand and opened the file bag in a very casual manner, then pinched the corner of the white manuscript paper and pulled it out.

"Well handled, Yves, I'm happy with your job."

While casually pulling out the manuscript paper, Chesterton spoke to Yve, his blue eyes swept casually, then took his gaze back, put the file bag aside, and looked up at Yves:

"You ......"

Yves raised his eyes nervously and stood up straight, as if he was listening very attentively to the teachings.

Then, in his sight, Chesterton had just said a word, and then it came to an abrupt end, his blue eyes slightly enlarged, and then, in Yves's bewildered eyes, he turned around suddenly, and his movements were a little bigger, pulling the chair and making a "bump" sound.

Chesterton didn't care, though, and as soon as he reached out, he took back the brown paper bag he had just thrown aside, pulled the paper out completely, and stared at it with a frown.

Yves stood aside for some reason, looked at Chesterton, who could almost be called a gaffe, and asked with trepidation:

"Mr. Chesterton, what's wrong with you?"

Chesterton didn't pay attention to him, his eyes kept glued to the manuscript paper on the desktop, his brows furrowed more and more, but his blue eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Just as Yves was clenching his hands and looking around, Chesterton unfortunately, he couldn't see what was on it.

He spoke in a tight voice:

"Mr. Chesterton, is there anything wrong with the draft? Is it because it's so rubbish that it tarnishes your tasteful eyes? ”

This is really possible, you know, Mr. Chesterton is in Europe, but he is notoriously picky and harsh, with extremely high taste, and how many designers' works are commented by him as rubbish, so Yves is not an exaggeration.

Who knows, hearing his words, Chesterton slapped the design draft on the table, and his sharp eyes looked straight at Yves:

"That's it."

……

The sun shines on the figure of a workaholic.

"Mr. Gu! Leiler Company called and said that he wanted to continue to sign a contract with us, and now Gu's international reputation is about to rise! ”

Shi Suo strode in, with an excited look on his face.

Hearing the news, the tall figure who was buried in the documents was unmoved, and he asked lightly:

"yes, which designer did they fancy about their design?"

"Miss Ye, it's Miss Ye's design!"

Hearing this, Gu Hanwei paused with his hand flipping through the document, raised his eyes slightly, and a touch of surprise flashed in his inky eyes:

"Oh?"

Shi Suo couldn't hide his excitement, and he spoke:

"The other party also said that it was said that the notoriously fussy Chesterton meant, and he wanted to see Miss Ye and was waiting for our reply."

Gu Hanwei raised his hand, knocked on the table, and said after a moment's silence:

"You go and send the prepared contract over, but don't reveal that the design draft was designed by Ye Qinyu."

Although Shi Suo was puzzled for a moment, he would still obey Gu Hanwei's orders, with an excited look on his face, and according to his instructions, he turned around and strode out.

When Shi Suo left, Gu Hanwei put down the documents in his hand, got up and came to the window, and looked out, the sky was blue, and the sky was unprecedentedly clear.

He looked at the sky for a while, took out his phone, dialed a call and went out.

"Hello, the phone you are dialing is turned off, please dial again later......"

Gu Hanwei put his hand down, glanced at the time on the screen, and frowned slightly.