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Words and deeds,

It is deafening and has to be convinced.

"You trust Fang so much, Fang Xing will not let you down!"

"Let's go! Go through the formalities."

"Good good!"

……

Soon, Wang Zhan followed Fang Xing to the chairman's office.

I started to sign a lot of documents, about half an hour later.

Fang Xing said courteously: "Mr. Wang, I have a small immature suggestion."

"Mr. Fang is too modest, and I, Wang Zhan, are all ears."

have to say,

For the chairman of a senior large group.

Wang Zhan is still very respectful, it can be said that he has given enough respect.

All ears and listen to four words,

Fang Xing's spirit was lifted, and a great sense of trust came to his heart.

"Mr. Wang, with your status and status, do you know that you have a personal foundation?"

"No, why? Is there any difference?" Wang Zhan asked curiously.

"With such a large industry, sometimes personal assets and company assets are often confused, but there are also many problems. Our company is a large listed company, and the in and out of funds are often affected by many other factors. If you have a personal foundation, then a lot of funds can be transferred to the foundation in your name. At that time, many things will be easier to handle.”

"It makes sense! How about this, I will hand over this foundation to you to help me prepare, and I will arrange full-time personnel to connect with it later."

"Okay! Thank you for your trust."

The boss asked him to build a personal foundation, which is completely trust.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Wang Zhan got up and left.

Just as he walked downstairs, Wang Zhan's phone vibrated suddenly.

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Wang Zhan took out his phone and looked, the message was from Huang Yue.

Say there is a problem with a foreign project, ask Wang Zhan how to deal with it.

Wang Zhan thought there was nothing to do, so he replied, "Arrange an air ticket for me. I will handle this matter myself."

Huang Yue was very fast and arranged the nearest flight for Wang Zhan.

The next day, Wang Zhan was already on the other side of the ocean.

There were no major problems with this project. In half a day, the cooperation agreement with the partner was revised.

After finishing his business, Wang Zhan walked around.

The reason why he will go abroad is to travel.

After checking in at a scenic spot, I bought some food at a nearby snack bar.

While eating, he suddenly noticed that someone seemed to be looking at him.

Wang Zhan raised his head, only to see a disheveled beggar opposite him staring at him...

The feeling of being stared at and eating is really not very good.

Wang Zhan took out a sandwich from the food bag, stepped forward, and handed it to the beggar.

The beggar glanced at him, took the sandwich, and devoured it.

After a while, Wang Zhan felt that he was being stared at again. When he raised his head, it was still the beggar...

Moreover, this time, Wang Zhan found that although he was staring at himself, what he was staring at did not seem to be the food in his hand, but looked at him up and down with a similarly critical and displeased gaze...

Wang Zhan is a little upset, did I provoke you?

I gave you something to eat just now, what does this look at me mean?

Wang Zhan didn't eat anymore, he just got up and walked over, "Hey, why are you staring at me?"

"I didn't stare at you." To Wang Zhan's surprise, the other party replied to him in Chinese.

Unexpectedly, this beggar was actually a Chinese...

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So Wang Zhan also changed the Chinese, "You still said no, you have been staring at me for a long time! And you are still staring~~!"

The beggar looked him up and down, and replied, "I think it's your clothes."

Wang Zhan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and looked down at his clothes, "What's wrong with my clothes?"

The beggar said without thinking, "Ugly."

Wang Zhan: "..."

Although he is not picky in his clothes, few people say that his clothes are ugly.

It is generally praised that he is a walking clothes hanger!

This clothes is a brand he particularly likes, called Han Zhifeng, which is a niche brand.

Wang Zhan buys a lot of clothes at his house.

Now, in a foreign country, she was actually called ugly by a beggar!

"Then tell me, what's so ugly about this dress?" Wang Zhan asked.

Wang Zhan was just asking casually, thinking that this person might say something too fancy.

Unexpectedly, the beggar said: "The embroidery on your clothes shouldn't use such a dull color, the most suitable color is sky blue, and the material should not be silk, but lighter fabrics... ..."

Wang Zhan was stunned for a moment, staring at the beggar who was talking about the clothes he was wearing, with a flash of interest in his eyes.

Needless to say, he re-examined the dress according to the beggar's suggestion, and felt that what he said was quite reasonable.

Wang Zhan simply stopped and listened carefully, "Keep talking!"

The beggar snorted coldly, "The important point is that the clothes you are wearing are basically a half-finished design draft! To actually make such defective clothes and sell them is simply deceiving consumers!"

Wang Zhan rolled his eyes and looked at the beggar in front of him, "How do you know so clearly?"

Because of the disheveled face and long and messy hair, the beggar could hardly see his true face, but judging from his voice, he could be roughly judged to be a young woman in her 20s.

At this time, Wang Zhan realized that something was wrong. He was young and strong, and he didn't seem to have any disabilities. How could he come to beg on the streets of foreign countries?

Hearing Wang Zhan's question, the beggar's body froze. He had been eloquent just now, but now he suddenly became a saw-mouthed gourd and kept silent.

And she lay back on the ground in an evasive gesture.

Wang Zhan touched his chin, turned and left.

After hearing the sound of leaving footsteps, the beggar opened his eyes, still staring at his clothes...

After a while, the beggar heard footsteps in his ears.

And stopped in front of him, he casually shook the bowl containing the change, but heard a "' 々 dong" sound in his ear.

Opening his eyes, he saw a can of beer appearing in front of his eyes.

The beggar immediately got up, snatched the can of beer, and looked up, only to find that it was the handsome guy who had just gone and returned, and bought a dozen beers and put them at her feet.

"What do you mean?" the beggar asked suspiciously.

"Please, I have wine, you have a story!" Wang Zhan found a piece of newspaper and sat down on the floor.

The beggar opened the tab, took a sip of wine, and said in a dull tone, "I have no story..."

Wang Zhan smiled, not in a hurry, just drink ten bottles and see if you have any stories to tell!

As a person, he basically never meddles in other people's business, but if it is something that arouses his interest, he must break the casserole and ask the bottom line until he finds out!

As a result, instead of ten bottles, only three bottles, the beggar was already drunk and started talking to himself.

Wang Zhan shook the beer in his hand and asked (Li Qian's) opportunity, "Now let me ask you again, why do you know so much about this dress on me? You even know it's a semi-finished product ?”

"I know...of course I know...it...it's my child..." the beggar said intermittently.

"Huh? Your child?"

"They stole... stole my child..."

"what does it mean??"

"Han Zhifeng, my child...!"

"Hey, who are you? Are you Han Zhifeng's designer?" Wang Zhan became more interested, and kept pouring him alcohol, "Come on, drink more!"

The beggar killed two more cans and continued, "I am the designer...the only designer... Qin"

Wang Zhan raised his eyebrows, "I believe you if you say it? Then I still say that I am God!"

The beggar suddenly changed his expression, "Believe it or not!".

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Wang Zhan was thoughtful.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone, flipped through a photo album, and found some buyer shows of him wearing Chilling Wind.

These were all taken by Qiao Xia.

Most of them took photos with Qiao Xia.

Although Wang Zhan usually doesn't like to take pictures, Qiao Xia likes to take pictures.

So he still has a lot of photos in his phone.

The brand of Cold Wind was recommended by Qiao Xia to Wang Zhan at the very beginning.

Regardless of men's or women's clothing, Qiao Xia likes the style very much.

"Since you said that you are the only designer of Han Zhifeng, let me test you now! When did the clothes in my photo album go on the market and what series did they belong to? This should be very simple for you, right? ?” Wang Zhan suddenly became interested.

The beggar glanced at the clothes in the photo album of Wang Zhan's mobile phone, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out of his numb eyes.

But soon it was fleeting like a meteor.

He muttered in his mouth, "It's beautiful...so beautiful...they have found a suitable owner..."

Hearing this, Wang Zhan nodded 583 in satisfaction. This guy finally said something nice.

After seeing those photos, the beggar finally lifted his spirits, clicked on one of them, and looked excited, "Do you even have this one?"

In the photo, Qiao Xia is wearing a spring outfit.

This suit is the one she is most satisfied with.

For this photo, she insisted that Wang Zhan be set as the background image of the phone.

"My girlfriend likes this suit very much," Wang Zhan said.

"This... This is the first spring outfit released by Hanzhifeng Studio at the beginning of its establishment. The theme is that the garden is full of spring and can't be closed!"

The dress mentioned by the beggar is flower-themed. The handmade flowers on the dress are lifelike, as if they will bloom from the dress in the next second.

"You are very professional!" Wang Zhan already believed the beggar's words half to eighty percent in his heart.

Just looking at the eyes he looked at those photos, it was indeed the eyes of a mother looking at her child.

If it weren't for the designer who put his heart and soul into it, it would be impossible to have such (adee) eyes.

But why would a designer end up here?

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