Ye Ranran’s face still carried a smile, her eyes slightly raised at the corners, suffused with a beautiful glow in the sunlight, yet her tone was calm and unhurried, carrying a few shades of seriousness and assertiveness.
"Designer Ye hasn’t taken charge for several years, hasn’t she? I think you should first understand the market’s trending directions before saying these things, it’s not too late." Wang Lan retorted lightly.
Ye Ranran’s eyes slightly lifted, her red lips gently parted: "Designer Wang, let ask you a question, what is Huacan’s market share in the entire entertainnt industry?"
"Eighty percent." Wang Lan said with particular pride.
Huacan, backed by J.C, has beco the leading company in the entertainnt industry in just two short years, with most of the trending stars signed under Huacan.
The entire movie and television drama market is unable to compete with it.
"So that ans we are the authority, isn’t it?"
Wang Lan nodded.
"Then tell , what is the definition of fashion?"
"A common social psychological phenonon, referring to a process where during a certain period, things, ideas, or behaviors advocated by authoritative figures are accepted, adopted, and rapidly promoted until they disappear. It is also called fashion." As she spoke more and more, Wang Lan’s voice beca smaller, lacking in confidence.
"I originally didn’t want to ntion this nonsense, but since I’ve been away for a while, I thought saying so nonsense wouldn’t matter." Ye Ranran’s once clear eyes stirred up a storm, instantly causing a whirlwind.
"We don’t worship authority because we are authority. We don’t follow trends; we only create trends."
"Designer Wang, I hope you rember, you are at Huacan, not at so unknown small entertainnt company. Now, give what I just asked for imdiately, also, I am your superior, so I hope you either call Director Ye or Sister Ran in the future."
Wang Lan still felt unwilling in her heart, but she kept the disdain off her face. She slightly lowered her head respectfully: "Just a mont."
"Sister Ran, you are amazing." Zhao Xiao said to Ye Ranran in a low voice.
Ye Ranran smiled slightly, but didn’t speak. She glanced inside, and only two people were sitting in the large office, making three in total with Wang Lan.
There were six desks inside, excluding Zhao Xiao, the other two probably had left for so reason.
Because there were more people, Ye Ranran’s office was naturally separated from theirs; ordinary employees were on this side, while hers was next door.
"Sister Ran, you haven’t seen your office yet, have you? How about I take you to have a look?" Zhao Xiao’s tone couldn’t hide her excitent.
She was the most eager for Ye Ranran’s return, because Ye Ranran treated her well, and compared to Wang Lan, Ye Ranran’s temper couldn’t be any better.
"Sure." Familiar people also made Ye Ranran’s mood quite happy.
Just as she turned around, a few people walked down the corridor, the one walking in the center wore large sunglasses, she could only see his elegantly shaped chin. From the side, his nose was high and his thin lips pink.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, that person turned his head, and upon seeing her, he stopped in his tracks, staring directly for a dozen seconds before taking off his sunglasses.
Well-defined features, a small lon-shaped face, looking quite androgynous, his bushy brows gave him a touch of masculinity, not enough for others to mistake him for a woman.
He wore a T-shirt on top, casual pants on the bottom, and sports shoes on his feet, very casual. Seeing her, the corner of his lips suddenly curved up, and his eyes flashed with an irresistible dazzle.
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