76: C76 I Want to Participate in the Competition

C76 I Want to Participate in the Competition

"Is that so? Shouldn't work rewards be directly given out as bonuses?" Su Mumu did not believe it.

"Who knows? You also know that Zhan Yeling has a strange personality and does not play according to common sense. I wanted a bonus, but he said that there were no other conditions besides money. It just so happens that I was angered by Xiong Jingxi that day."

Xiong Miao did not want to guess Zhan Yeling's thoughts. She was not interested and could not guess either.

"Alright, but you really have to consider whether you can be together with Zhan Yeling. How good would it be to have a family reunion?" Su Mumu believed her explanation. She got up and patted her shoulder to persuade him.

"Think about it yourself. I will go home first."

After Su Mumu left, Xiong Miao thought a lot by herself.

It was impossible to be with Zhan Yeling.

Not to mention the huge difference in their family background, they did not have any relationship with each other.

Zhan Yeling looked down on her now. How could she please someone who looked down on her from the bottom of her heart?

The older generation all said that they had the right family background. Xiong Miao agreed with this point.

Otherwise, she would always be shorter than others.

Furthermore, she had already given birth to a child. Life was just like this. If she did not want to climb up Zhan Yeling's social ladder, she would not be able to climb up either.

It didn't matter if she married or not in this lifetime. She just wanted to stay by the children's side and raise the six little babies properly.

The Zhan family was decorated in a resplendent and magnificent style. It was a luxury that was highlighted in its magnificence.

A huge lotus chandelier. Every petal was inlaid with diamonds. Under the illumination of the lamp, every little diamond shone with a bright light.

Under the lotus chandelier, the most expensive and graceful person was sitting in front of the huge rectangular conference table.

It was a person from the Zhan family.

At this moment, they were having a family meeting.

Zhan Yeling was dressed in a well-cut black suit. He sat at the very top, casually crossing his legs. There was no expression on his handsome face.

The one who sat in front of him was Zhan Junyi, the old master of Zhan family, Zhan Junyi's current wife, Faang Qian. Sitting opposite of them were the other two sons of Zhan family, Zhan Zifeng and Zhan Renxun.

"Dad, I also want to participate in this new product launch. I am also a member of Zhan family. Why can't I participate?" The one who spoke was Zhan Renxun.

He was wearing a grey checkered suit today. His hair was dyed with yellow hair, making him look very fashionable.

His childish face was filled with unwillingness.

"Prepare your graduation work properly, don't join in the fun." Zhan Junyi sent a deep message.

"I can use the works from the press conference as my graduation works. Anyway, it's all clothing designs, so there's no conflict." Renxun said naively.

"Alright, Renxun, don't say anymore. Listen to your father." Faang Qian even felt that standing on Renxun's side was unreasonable.

He was still a child who had not graduated and was not deeply involved in the world.

How could he use his graduation work as a work for a press conference?

One had to know that most of the school's designs were immature and did not care about the cost. Furthermore, it did not take into account the market factors.

And this time, the product of the Zhan family's press conference was mainly targeted at overseas markets, and it had to be sold overseas.

However, not only was it simple to create, the cost, marketing, and whether it was suitable for the market had to be considered.0

Just based on what Zhan Renxun had said just now, he had already lost.

Faang Qian was a smart person. How could she let her son continue to embarrass himself?

Zhan Renxun was so angry that he wanted to say something, but when he received the look of his mother stopping him, he suppressed the grievance in his stomach and did not speak. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked elsewhere in a stifled manner.

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