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Just at that mont, Paige Sterling leaned towards him voluntarily, resting her head on his shoulder.

Julian Hawthorne’s face imdiately lit up with a smile like spring blooms.

Paige pointed to a bag on the coffee table with her foot, saying, "This is for you."

Julian picked it up and opened it to find a white T-shirt inside.

"You gave this to ?"

Paige nodded, "This is an advertising T-shirt from our company, which I personally designed. What do you think?"

"Looks nice." Julian quickly gave a complint without even thinking, "Do others have one too?"

"Of course."

Seeing Julian’s expression, Paige knew what he was concerned about, "Of course, yours is different. Others’ are made by other research personnel, but yours is handmade by ."

Paige pointed to the red heart in the middle of the Penson Technologies logo, "Look, there’s a little red heart here. Others don’t have one; only you and I do. Couple shirts—how does that feel? Isn’t it touching?"

Julian slightly curved the corners of his mouth, "Mm."

The employees at Hawthorne Group quickly noticed that President Hawthorne, usually clad in three-piece suits daily, seed to have a change in taste, and quite an inexplicable one at that, as he began wearing T-shirts.

The T-shirt had the striking words Penson Technologies printed on it, clearly advertising from floor seventeen downstairs.

So, what’s the story between President Hawthorne and the celebrity who owns the company on the seventeenth floor? He is wearing their T-shirt, essentially doing promotion for them.

And if it was just worn for a day, that’d be one thing, but President Hawthorne wore it every day.

The T-shirt was washed countless tis yet still worn. Those unaware might think Hawthorne Group was in financial trouble, with President Hawthorne starting to economize.

Secretary Jones gently reminded Julian several tis, yet the next day Julian showed up in the T-shirt again.

Evidently, President Hawthorne’s love for the T-shirt was beyond redy.

Every ti in etings, the shareholders of the company saw Julian in that T-shirt and indirectly inquired what exactly his relation to the seventeenth floor was.

Julian only gave a faint yet prideful answer with three words, "In-house."

Company shareholders couldn’t help but wonder if the seventeenth floor was also part of Julian’s business, with Paige rely managing it?

With this thought, the shareholders couldn’t resist giving Julian a thumbs up.

Utilizing a topic-driven celebrity to boost a new company’s profile, gaining significant attention before even launching, and now wearing the company’s advertising T-shirt every day—all this indicates major plans are underway.

The shareholders and directors who thought deeply started deploying their departnt personnel to the seventeenth floor for advertising T-shirts, wearing them both to and from work, similar to Hawthorne Group’s formal attire.

This wave of advertising effects driven by Julian was indeed impressive, putting Paige’s Penson Technologies back in the spotlight, sothing Paige hadn’t anticipated.

Half a month later, Penson Technologies’ T-shirt again went viral—it turned out the quality was exceptionally good, surpassing even three to four hundred dollar branded shirts, quickly becoming a street sensation.

More astonishingly, a girl went out wearing the T-shirt and encountered a lunatic on the street wielding a knife to stab her belly.

The lunatic stabbed once, failed to penetrate; stabbed twice, still didn’t penetrate. Finally, the police intervened, stopping the lunatic, amazed to see the girl unhard after two stabs.

If it weren’t for nearby surveillance and dashcam footage as evidence, they’d have thought it was a movie shooting.

This incident hit the news, catapulting Penson Technologies to new heights in discussion.

Many who had the T-shirt imdiately began livestreaming experints.

The experints ultimately proved this T-shirt was akin to a bulletproof vest—it was virtually impenetrable.

Initially, when Penson employees distributed the T-shirts on the streets, many were reluctant to take them.

Now, upon learning its functionality, people flocked to Penson demanding them.

Unfortunately, Penson had stopped giving them out.

The laboratory hadn’t made many to begin with, and now that the advertising had succeeded, reaching the spotlight, there was no need to distribute more T-shirts—that’s money after all.

The all-powerful Taobao quickly recognized the business opportunity, released knockoffs, which were promptly swept off the shelves.

However, netizens quickly discovered that Taobao’s knockoffs couldn’t compare to Penson’s T-shirt.

Nobody knew what material Penson used; it felt soft and comfortable like a pure cotton T-shirt but was genuinely resistant to sharp objects.

Taobao’s imitation clothing, though similar in appearance, easily resisted light stabs. Yet, wearing it elicited complaints of heaviness and itchiness, with so even having allergic reactions.

Netizens tagged Penson’s official Weibo: Which factory produced such an incredible piece of clothing? Is it still for sale?

If you have one, mom would never worry about being stabbed in the streets again.

The young lady responsible for Penson’s Weibo operations imdiately stated on Weibo: These T-shirts were made by our Penson research lab and are not for sale. However, when the products officially launch, anyone purchasing Penson’s products will receive a similar T-shirt.

Yet, the launch date for Penson’s products remained undecided, causing netizens to feel it was far off, prompting them to start purchasing Penson T-shirts at high prices.

Several institutions even took the T-shirts for research, yet they couldn’t ascertain any conclusions.

In summary, Paige successfully garnered significant public curiosity toward Penson.

But Julian wearing that T-shirt daily was becoming unbearable, not just for the company staff.

Even Paige found it a bit much.

One morning, after Julian finished breakfast preparing to leave, Paige glanced at him seeing he was wearing that T-shirt again and said, "Why don’t you change?"

"No.", Julian gave Paige another glance, "You shouldn’t change either."

Paige, "..."

He tidied Paige’s collar, "Shall we wear them and take a walk to the company?"

Paige, "..."

Only now did she realize Julian was subtly a master at showing off affection.

And the miraculous effects of this T-shirt were rapidly circulating throughout the company.

Simon Hawthorne even bought one from an employee at a high price, excitedly ca to find Julian.

"Big brother! Sister-in-law is amazing; she could create such a T-shirt. Did you know I’ve personally tested it’s equivalent to military-grade bulletproof vest? Aweso!"

Seeing Julian wearing it too, he reached to touch it but realized Julian’s body wasn’t sothing he could just touch without consideration.

"Big brother, I have a friend in law enforcent who assud Penson was part of our Hawthorne Group and started asking if we, Hawthorne, accepted contracts for bulletproof vests. What do you say should we advise sister-in-law to venture into another sideline business?"

Julian acknowledged with a nod, "She already took a batch of military orders."

The T-shirt, hyped online as incredible, caught military attention, leading them to connect with Penson after a series of tests and assessnts.

Now Paige’s robots have yet to launch but she’s already signed such a significant order.

Although earning state funds isn’t easy, it’s not about money. Penson Technologies is now contributing to the nation, making it untouchable.

Simon now deeply respects Paige.

Within their circle, there’s still talk of Paige aiming to earn five billion.

Is that really a joke?

That claim of five billion is entirely modest, alright?

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