The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

In his sight, Duan Xishen's expression was one of confusion. Apparently, he had forgotten his son Ning Quruo a long time ago.

If he hadn't thought about it, Duan Xishen might not be able to think about his son in a few days... no, a few years.

Secretary Hong turned his head silently and lit a candle for Ning Quruo in his heart.

So... my daughter is my father's little cotton-padded jacket, and my father's little lover in his previous life.

son?

What the hell is a son?

hehe……

…

Givenchy Asia headquarters.

In the office on the top floor, Qiu Haijin looked at the latest sales report in front of him with joy on his brows.

Within a few days, ‘Ding Qing’ bought out the goods several times.

Money poured in.

"Stop as soon as this batch of goods is released." He put down the documents.

The general manager of the sales department was stunned for a moment.

"But now the momentum is right."

Qiu Haijin smiled slightly,

"Of course I know the momentum is good now, but have you forgotten what we do?"

The sales manager was stunned.

"What?"

Qiu Haijin raised his hand, raised his orchid fingers and rubbed his forehead with a painful expression.

"Luxury!"

He moved his hands,

"What is luxury?"

The sales manager winked at the assistant behind him.

The assistant quickly searched for the term 'luxury goods' on his laptop and handed it to the sales manager.

The sales manager looked serious.

“Luxury goods are consumer goods that are unique, scarce, rare and beyond the scope of people’s survival and development needs.”

Qiu Haijin snapped his fingers,

"You're right, unique, rare, and rare. If we continue to make this product, can it still be unique, rare, and rare?"

The sales manager thought about it carefully.

"cannot."

Qiu Haijin rolled his eyes.

"so?"

"Not for sale."

Qiu Haijin breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say that it is really tiring to talk to these people who grew up in China and have never really seen the international luxury goods market.

He picked up the essential oil on the table, poured a little bit of it and rubbed it on his temples.

With eyes closed, the chair turned towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Gu Weimian didn't promote our products, did he?"

The sales manager was stunned for a moment.

"Maybe not."

Qiu Haijin frowned.

"Then we must continue to pay attention. There are no actresses in China with a certain status who are not eyeing the endorsement of our brand. But you also know that this is simply impossible."

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and the bright red satin square handkerchief on the sapphire blue suit watch pocket was so bright.

"The discontinuation of 'Dingqing' is to prevent her from making excuses about it."

The sales manager said "Oh" and lowered his head to write it down.

Qiu Haijin frowned slightly.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The sales manager raised his head and blinked.

"I just don't sell 'faith' anymore."

Qiu Haijin: "..."

He took a deep breath,

"I'm telling you, Gu Weimian will probably stick to our Givenchy from behind. If the 'love' can't be done here, he might even wear our clothes, jewelry, and bags on various occasions. Bags, watches.

Because of the previous "deed" to change her name, consumers may think that we have a good relationship with her. "