The next day. Raphael sits on a chair wooden stick, flicks his finger on his forehead. The cooperation that Wind & Fire International wants, using their technology and the other party's product line, product profits can be split in half. Still, the problem is that in terms of brand effects, the labels on the product are all just own Wind & Fire international. The superiors will never agree to this condition!Frankly speaking, M&N fashion if without cooperation with the international Wind & Fire, can still make money as usual! The purpose of cooperation with the international Wind & Fire is to grow bigger, not a little profit ahead. A big company with real ambitions will always put prospects ahead of profit! Edgar was displeased again and clenched his teeth: "Cooperating with the international Wind & Fire is my chance to stop Jonathan. I'm not willing to give up like that!" Raphael said irritably: "What should we do? Do you feel that the corporation will accept this unequ
After ten seconds of silence, Vera's applause broke out. Clap! Clap! Clap!"Specifically, we'll talk about it later. Now, General Manager Wang, Ms. Kyle, hope the contract goes well." Thus, the contract signing took place quickly. After seeing Jonathan and Adela off to the car, Vera returned to her seat to drink tea.At first, Vera was worried that Jonathan's beauty girl would devise a silly plan, making her confused about what to do. This time, her team went to San Francisco to internationalize Wind & Fire can explore the market in the Southwest. Still, she also carried on the international development mission of Wind & Fire for the next ten years, not daring to make any mistakes. If Adela's plan is messy and impossible, then going against Jonathan's will or agreeing to a contract is a tough choice. After all, Jonathan Wang is the one whom Wind & Fire International dares not to expensive. But fortunately, Jonathan wasn't joking. Adela's plan is more perfect and feasible t
"No way? General Manager Wang will not sign this contract." Adela stood next to Jonathan, so she also read the contents of this contract, which is precisely what their company signed with Wind & Fire. But the signed content agrees with Wind & Fire's unfair demands, specifically that it will produce products by line for the partner, but not the company's label. This contract is not beneficial to the fashion company M&N. But it's Jonathan who signed the contract, plus his fingerprints. "Huh! Jonathan didn't sign this contract, did I? Adela, if you are so thinking, show me the evidence!" Edgar laughed mockingly. Angry, Adela was about to take out the other contract: "Here's the evidence, you..." "Adela, be quiet!" But Adela still needed to finish the sentence because Jonathan interrupted. Jonathan looked around and stopped at Raphael's place: "Director Jacob, I didn't sign this contract. Could you explain to me where this contract came from?" Raphael turned his eyes and
An hour later, Mr. Charlie hurried away. He hurried back to headquarters to tell the chairman the excellent news. Jonathan is on the phone with Vera Smith, and Adela is next to him in the General Manager's office. "Mr. Wang, this is because I'm not taking my subordinate seriously. One of my subordinates is a shareholder's son, so he has joined hands with Raphael and Edgar to harm you! I'll call the police and take care of him." Jonathan replied calmly, "Contact the president of your company. I need a clear explanation. You don't have to worry about Raphael and Edgar. I'll handle it myself." "I will give Mr. Wang a satisfactory answer." After Jonathan hung up, Adela didn't understand, and she said: "Jonathan, this time you can report to the police, so Raphael and Edgar won't be able to get away with it! Why are you ignoring them? If you fire them, now is the best time!" If it weren't for her and Jonathan getting this contract, they wouldn't be able to explain what happened today.
The next day, when it was still early in the morning, Jonathan drove a Phaeton to Selena's house to pick her up, then left San Francisco for Selena's home in town. Roger prepared this Phaeton car for Jonathan. Roger has been in acquainted with Jonathan for quite a long time. Knowing his personality, he has never liked to brag, so this Phaeton suits him quite well. The road is a hundred kilometers away, and there is no highway, so it takes at least two hours to arrive. They arrived in Selena's town at half past nine in the morning. Selena's family has a snack bar, and Selena's adoptive parents make a living out of it. "You don't look pleased?" Jonathan felt strange when he was about to go to Selena's house and asked. Along the way, Selena was always so bewildered that he felt extraordinary. "A!" Selena regained consciousness, hurriedly explaining: "I am worried about my mother's health." "Well," said Jonathan coldly "oh", then no more said. "Selena, you're back!" "Hey, bring
After lunch, Jonathan asked Selena to show him around town for sightseeing. The characteristic of this town is that it is a high mountain, and it takes twenty minutes to drive to the top. When they arrive at the highest place, they will have a sense of standing above all, the view of the town and the beautiful scenery caught in their eyes. Jonathan stood at the viewing platform. He looked at the peaceful town in front of his eyes, suddenly said: "This place is perfect, but people's hearts are not very good." Selena hesitated momentarily, saying: "General Wang, there will be thugs everywhere that bully good people like Ziggs. Rest assured, I will try to pay you six hundred thousand dollars!" Jonathan suddenly tilted his head to look at her, a deep, hard look: "Do you think I'm talking about Ziggs?" "What do you say?""Your mother isn't sick." Then explained: "If she wasn't sick, why would Ruth borrow so much money to cure Mrs. Celina? Why would thugs like Ziggs loan so much money
It wasn't dark yet. Jonathan was alone to go back to San Francisco. This made Adela feel very strange. She asked Jonathan, but he just said Selena's mother's condition wasn't serious, so she didn't have to stay long. About Selena's shit, Jonathan didn't say a word. The repeated lies put Jonathan out of hope for Selena. If M&N fashion is Jonathan's company, he will fire her. Too bad it's not. Besides, his time in San Francisco has already begun to count down. So for him, it doesn't matter whether he fired Selena. Because in the future, they won't be in touch. Three days later, Selena returned. Ruth has been arrested and will indeed be sentenced. Her mother didn't grieve too much. Over the years, Ruth has been a limp walker, but he's not very gentle, gambling if he doesn't drink. Spending in the house wouldn't have lasted so long if it hadn't been for Selena's bonus. Ruth's guilt is neither severe nor light. A few years in jail may make him repent. As for Goldwin, Selena also
The night glowed romantically. But there's also a lot of crime and depravity. On an empty street, there is a tea house with people playing mahjong outside. The second floor of the restaurant looks pretty mysterious. Regular customers are not allowed to go up. The tea house has a perfect name, Scent Agar Wood, but it's a casino. The first floor is a tea house, but the second floor is a real casino. Rumor has it that one night here, most bets up to more than eight million USD, so Scent Agar Wood is very popular with gamblers. Although San Francisco is not lacking in places like this, but Scent Agar Wood's style of operation is quite rare. In the eyes of ordinary people, casinos will be noisy and smoky. But they're small casinos or so-called low-money betting places. The place where big bets are very regular. Although players shake their hands and sweat when they are betting, their faces are always sober. "Marcus, I think you're out of luck. I've got J Q K again, and you have t
At the Moonlight company's neighboring cafe. Jonathan and Juliette sat secluded in a dim corner. Juliette, shedding her pretense, took a sip of coffee before saying: "I've arranged to dine with Feagan tonight. What's our next move?" "How do you find Feagan?" Jonathan inquired earnestly. "Handsome, even more than you. And oozing charisma! If I were Adela, I'd choose him and kick you to the curb." Juliette quipped. Jonathan: "..." "Heh, just teasing!" Seeing Jonathan's knitted brows, Juliette laughed: "But seriously, Feagan seems like another wolf in sheep's clothing. He's no match for you! I entered his office and he stared at me for minutes. I've seen that type of gaze in Crystal Cove all too often. He's not a catch." "You've got the right hunch. Feagan is no pillar to lean on. If your old friend is by his side, she's bound to regret it." Hearing this, Jonathan hesitated: "Tonight, carry a mini-camera. Entice him to reveal his true colors. If you succeed, make a swift exit."
Katherine swiftly dismissed with a flick of her hand, her face etched with profound disagreement. "How can you suggest such a thing? If in the next two years you don't marry her and by some chance you decide to part ways with my dear Juliette, then what?" "If such were to occur, you would've squandered the best years of her youth! Absolutely not! It cannot be so." "Yet, for now, Juliette and I are not in a position to wed." Jonathan feigned discomfort, an aura of unease surrounding him. In a sudden whisper, Katherine interjected: "Even if marriage isn't immediate, there must be some assurance you can provide, mustn't there?" At this, both Andres and Wyatt, father and son, shifted their eager gazes toward Jonathan. Juliette inwardly smirked, thinking to herself, 'Mother is starting her games again.' It was clear the reason her parents were here tonight was solely for this imminent matter. They hadn't raised a daughter, but rather, it seemed, a mere commodity. "What assurance d
Once Tryphena was out of earshot, Juliette burst into giggles: "So Jonathan, that beauty is really your sister-in-law? Are you some kind of beast?" Of course, Juliette was jesting. Initially, she'd assumed the beauty Jonathan had turned down was just a stranger, and his mention of her being his brother's girlfriend was surely playful. But who was she kidding? Being a seasoned veteran in Crystal Cove' entertainment industry, Juliette had encountered countless personalities. Tryphena posed no threat. A few words were all it took to send her packing, all while maintaining her own clandestine identity. "Let's drop it. Since we've met, let's go somewhere." Jonathan said, steering the conversation away from Tryphena. "Agreed." Juliette cheerfully responded. As they strolled through the streets, their charisma was undeniable. The frequency with which heads turned to steal glances was remarkable. "How long are you staying in Elite Summit this time?" Juliette inquired with genuine interes
"It's rare to run into familiar faces in Elite Summit." Tryphena mused, her words a flurry of excitement: "Would you join me for dinner tonight? If you're busy, tomorrow is fine too. Let's exchange numbers and connect on social media first!" Although initially hesitant, Jonathan found himself swayed by the genuine warmth in her eyes: "Tonight it is." With contact details exchanged and plans set, the two bid each other a temporary farewell. That very evening, as the city's lights began to shimmer, Jonathan received an investigation update from Roger. Adela was seeing someone. Moonlight Corp, where she worked in Elite Summit, was primarily managed by her and Deputy CEO Vera. However, recently, a charismatic new CEO named Feagan William, reputedly a returnee from overseas studies and rumored to be the scion of some top executive from M & N, took the helm. Since Feagan's arrival, he seemed relentlessly smitten by Adela. He often accompanied her to business outings and ensured she ret
After a while, Jonathan broke the ice, initiating a topic of discussion. Moonlight, Adela's brainchild, was now the talk of the town. "Our autumn collection has been a great success, both in terms of sales and profits." Adela began: "But to claim the top spot might be premature. Despite the backing of renowned domestic and international fashion houses like Wind & Fire and M & N, we can't be overly confident in becoming the flagbearer of our nation's fashion industry." "We'll truly know our standing after assessing the sales for the next three seasons. Only then can we truly earn national recognition." Truth be told, Adela was not overly concerned about Moonlight's position or its future; her worries had nearly evaporated. But she shared this perspective nonetheless. Jonathan silently rejoiced, noting Adela's growth and maturity. She was no longer the fishmonger he once knew from the market; she had blossomed into a successful businesswoman. In a time not so distant, Adela would,
Tommy shook his head, his words hastening to fill the air between them: "My sister-in-law is doing well; she's thriving in her job. Not too long ago, she even moved to a new house." “But when I visited Curtis last, there was a man at her place.” Tommy, flustered and scrambling for words, replied: "Oh, he must've been just a business partner, discussing some contracts with my sister-in-law. Nothing more.” Jonathan's face darkened in thought. A man? From what he knew about Adela, she would never entertain business at her private residence. Could it be? Had Adela found someone? It was possible. After all, when he had left Elite Summit, she had suggested they take a year apart. This perhaps hinted that their time together might eventually come to an end. Though Jonathan's relationship with Adela had blurred past friendship, their bond, in essence, was only maintained by Curtis. They never really became lovers. So, it was perfectly normal for Adela to have a boyfriend. Yet, the very th
Mammon's lips curled into a gentle smile: "If gratitude is to be given, direct it to Jonathan. While Mr. Moore and I might be acquaintances, our bond isn't as profound. Had it not been for Jonathan's plea, the Moores wouldn’t have found me in their corner." "Yes, indeed!" "Now, Mr. Moore, we must expedite matters. The sooner we seal the agreement, the better." "Let us restart the project and alleviate our shared anxieties." Business attended to, Mammon shared a few parting words before departing in the company of Jonathan. Their venture could truly be described as a fruitful one. Barring unforeseen tribulations, the peril that threatened the Moore family was seemingly defused. Their reputation, however, was something they'd have to mend on their own. Considering their current scenario, evading a declaration of bankruptcy due to piled debts was almost a miracle in itself. To hope for more would be sheer fantasy. All agreements were set in stone. Soon, Mammon would dispatch his
"Come now! Don't be like that! We've been childhood playmates, remember? Regardless of circumstances, our bond persists." Wynstan responded, pouring two glasses of wine with an exaggerated flourish. "This is a vintage from my personal collection. A true delight for the palate. Try it." Given there were just the two of them, the spread wasn't overly grand. Yet, countless esteemed businessmen from Crystal Cove would give an arm and a leg to be part of this dinner. However, to Nora, the invitation felt more burdensome than honorary. A toast always called for full glasses. And business often demanded the libations flow freely. Seeing Nora's thoughtful gaze, Wynstan chuckled: "Finding my wine lacking, are we? I suppose, being the magnate you now are, this might not match your status." Truth be told, the wine wasn't cheap, retailing at over a thousand. Yet to Nora, it was mere triviality. The wine wasn't the issue. Even if Wynstan had offered a commonplace wine worth mere tens, its
Jonathan remained silent, not swayed by Dieter's hollow compliments. For Jonathan knew, of all places, Elite Summit was hardly a theater of illustrious figures. Were it Crystal Cove, perhaps he might've begrudgingly conceded the point. But Elite Summit? What did it offer? Still, empty flattery was better than none; it lent a certain sweetness to the air. "Jonathan, there's a favor I'd like to ask of you." Dieter finally disclosed his intentions. Jonathan wasn't surprised. The Moore family was in a state of disarray, teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. Why else would Dieter squander an evening over dinner with him if not to seek some favor? "Speak, sir." Jonathan invited, his voice tinged with resignation. Though he had stretched himself thin helping the Moores, he couldn't guarantee the extent of the impact he could make. "In recent days, I've tallied up the debts of the Moore Corporation. The sum exceeds 65 billion." Dieter elaborated: "We've acquired raw materials for project