Chapter 2645

Ye Zhen chuckled: "Andong, I've lived over thirty years as your fourth sister—I've met all kinds of men, heard all kinds of sweet talk, yet no man has ever bewitched my heart."

"You really aren't interested?" Zhou Andong said temptingly: "The reform of the woolen mill is imminent; Jinshi Guang is the core of the reform. I already have a plan—it will surely soar to the skies. You'd better think it through. This opportunity comes only once; it will never come again."

Ye Zhen smiled, eyes narrowed, still shaking her head: "NO!"

"Let me show you something." Zhou Andong stood up, walked to the desk, opened the drawer, took out the design draft of the horse-face skirt, turned back to the sofa, and placed the draft on the coffee table.

"What?" Ye Zhen sat upright, reached out, and picked up the design draft: "Horse-face skirt?"

The first page of the design draft contained a detailed introduction to the horse-face skirt, including its unique structure, exquisite craftsmanship, beautiful decorations, and the cultural significance it embodies.

After Ye Zhen finished reading the introduction on the origin of the horse-face skirt, she developed a strong interest in this traditional attire; her originally indifferent expression became focused.

Next, Ye Zhen began flipping through the design draft page by page, her gaze wandering between each pattern, trying to find more appealing elements.

However, as time passed, her expression gradually grew solemn. Finally, when she turned to the last sheet of paper, she gently placed the design draft on the table, fell silent for a moment, and then said.

"The horse-face skirt possesses an extremely deep historical foundation, traceable to the Song Dynasty, having undergone development and evolution across several dynasties—from exclusive court noble attire gradually spreading to the populace—this is a major selling point."

"But the design draft didn't leave me feeling particularly stunning; even if the horse-face skirt hits the market, few will like it—it's destined to be niche attire. So, if you want to rely on the horse-face skirt to open the market and save Jinshi Guang, I'm asking: are you arrogant, or are you serious?"

"Fourth sister, do you think I, Zhou Andong, the marketing master, am fake?" Zhou Andong smiled slightly: "Perhaps the horse-face skirt cannot become a best-selling garment, but..."

Zhou Andong leaned forward, his gaze aggressive as he looked at Ye Zhen: "But I will certainly make the horse-face skirt the representative symbol of high-end fashion."

Ye Zhen looked at Zhou Andong: "Even if you truly manage to turn the horse-face skirt into the representative symbol of high-end fashion, it can only slow the decline of Jinshi Guang, not save its demise."

Zhou Andong bent down, picked up the teacup, took a light sip, then looked at Ye Zhen and smiled faintly: "Who said I'm using the horse-face skirt to save Jinshi Guang?"

Ye Zhen startled, then immediately frowned: "If you're not using the horse-face skirt to save Jinshi Guang, why did you show me the design draft?"

Zhou Andong's expression was utterly serious: "I want to build our Chinese people's own high-end brand—perhaps this path will be difficult, but I will still persist."

Ye Zhen fell silent again, after a while shrugging her shoulders: "I know you have a dream of a strong nation, the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation—that's what you said two years ago, and my old father often says it too. So, no matter what irrational thing you do, I can understand."

Zhou Andong turned back to the desk, once again pulled out a thick stack of design drafts from the drawer, turned around, and handed them to Ye Zhen: "Take a look—this is my plan to save Jinshi Guang, or rather, to save the entire woolen mill."

Ye Zhen suspiciously took the design draft; when she first saw the clothing on it, her eyes widened instantly: "You mean..."

"Yes, this is the police uniform!" Zhou Andong nodded: "Current police uniforms are very similar to military uniforms, easily confused. The main issue is that current police uniforms have serious flaws—the biggest problem being the lack of shoulder insignia and rank badges."

"And as reform and opening-up deepen, to meet the demands of the new era, replacing them with new, easily identifiable police uniforms is imperative. So, I found the most talented designers in the country and designed the new police uniform."

Ye Zhen gently placed the design draft on the coffee table, her eyes fixed on Zhou Andong: "Are you being somewhat unrealistic? Changing to new police uniforms isn't something one or two people can decide. Even my father and Jian Man Laoyezi couldn't decide that."

Zhou Andong smiled lightly: "I can convince those old-timers to push for the replacement of the new police uniforms."

Looking at Zhou Andong's calm and effortless demeanor, hearing the indescribable confidence in his tone, Ye Zhen's heart jumped violently. She felt as if she were truly bewitched by this man before her.

Ye Zhen was dazed for a moment, then violently shook her head, constantly reminding herself inwardly: Ye Zhen, stay calm—this man before you is already married; you must absolutely hold your bottom line.

Ye Zhen silently inhaled, thinking she must refuse Zhou Andong, yet her mouth said: "If you truly can convince those old-timers, I agree to invest in Jinshi Guang."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ye Zhen wanted to slap herself, secretly hating herself for being so useless. She silently resolved to keep distance from Zhou Andong from now on, not to get too close.

Zhou Andong laughed, extended his hand, and said: "Fourth sister, pleasant cooperation once again."

Ye Zhen stood up and shook hands with Zhou Andong, but for some unknown reason, merely a polite handshake made her face flush and her heart race faster.

Ye Zhen pulled back her hand, forced herself to calm down, and said: "Boss Zhou, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."

Zhou Andong blinked: "Fourth sister, why did you suddenly become distant, and why are you calling me Boss Zhou again?"

"I've gotten used to calling you Boss Zhou." Ye Zhen's eyes darted slightly, not daring to look at Zhou Andong: "Alright, I have things to do; let's talk again when we have time."

"Don't go!" Zhou Andong said: "It's already past three; the person in charge of the pharmaceutical factory will come shortly to sign the equity transfer contract."

"Ah!" Ye Zhen exclaimed, then reacted: "Then... I'll go to the restroom."

Ye Zhen hurriedly walked out of the office in a fluster, arrived at the restroom, looked at herself in the mirror, and patted her face. Ye Zhen, Ye Zhen, you're a woman over thirty, still a non-marriage advocate—don't let your thoughts run wild.

After Ye Zhen completely calmed herself, she turned on the faucet and washed her face, but had nothing to wipe it with, so she shook her hands. Then, while wiping the water droplets from the corners of her eyes, she walked outward.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

As Ye Zhen stepped out of the restroom, still wiping water droplets from her face, not paying attention, she collided head-on with a man coming out of the adjacent men's restroom.