974: Chapter 1000: A Bloody Lesson 974: Chapter 1000: A Bloody Lesson Ye Ranran glanced at him sideways but didn’t object, “Hmm, I’m happy.”
She had never hidden her love for Jun Mochan, although she rarely spoke of it, the joy and love in her eyes were evident.
“Young master has encountered such things before.” At that ti, Jun Mochan was young, just beco a special forces soldier, full of pride and vigor, so it was inevitable so would be displeased with him and thus fra and entrap him.
“And then?” Ye Ranran listened with a chilling fear.
“Later, it was the old master who handled it.
I heard he gave up the power of an entire network, returned the market over there to its rightful owners, and they eventually ca out to clarify it was a misunderstanding.” All these were clandestine dealings, and the old master naturally didn’t dare to cede territory and compensate with money for his grandson, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to continue as the pri minister.
“They must have lost quite a bit of money, right?”
“Hmm, such incidents have happened several tis, once the Jun family almost lost their entire fortune to ransom back the young master’s life.”
Being the Crown Prince wasn’t easy, especially for a Crown Prince like Jun Mochan who was the center of everyone’s attention.
Ye Ranran finally understood why Jun Mochan was so ticulous.
All these were lessons learned through blood.
After finishing, One then belatedly realized that he had told Ye Ranran things he shouldn’t have.
“These matters are past, please don’t ntion them to the young master,” he advised, lest he be the unlucky one.
“If you behave, of course, I won’t speak of it,” Ye Ranran said, her beautiful eyes glancing sideward, shimring with radiance.
Ye Ranran’s most striking feature was her pair of eyes, clear and transparent, with waves of brilliance, as if one glance could see through all of a person’s thoughts.
One silently looked away and stopped talking.
The fabric factory was in another district, and it took an hour’s drive to get there.
One got out of the car first, and opened the door for Ye Ranran.
Actually, Ye Ranran wasn’t that delicate; she used to open doors herself, but when out in public, she still had to maintain appearances occasionally.
The secretary, the marketing departnt manager, and the product departnt manager had already gotten out of the car, standing behind Ye Ranran very proactively, along with so assistants, making up a group of about a dozen people.
The owner of the fabric factory had been waiting for a long ti and hurriedly greeted Ye Ranran when he saw her, “Madam.”
Ye Ranran reached out and shook his hand.
Her delicate, soft skin was even smoother than silk, so tender that when the factory owner grasped it, he didn’t want to let go.
Ye Ranran tried to pull back but couldn’t.
She looked helplessly at One.
One grabbed the owner’s wrist, exerting a bit of force.
The owner, in pain, released his grip.
“You hurt the madam,” One said, exuding a killing aura, his tone cold and his gaze sharp like knives, slicing at the fabric factory owner.
“Madam,” the secretary handed Ye Ranran a wet tissue.
Ye Ranran took it, carefully wiping her hand, making sure not to miss even the spaces between her fingers, “Sorry about that, my bodyguard was a bit rude; I apologize on his behalf if he offended you.”
Though she spoke these words, there was not the slightest hint of apology in her voice.
The fabric factory owner forced a smile, “Madam is too kind, the samples are ready, this way.”
The samples were of good quality; Ye Ranran didn’t need to touch them to know just by looking at the texture.
“Looking at samples isn’t enough; take to the workshop to see more.” J.C’s brand did have its own factories, but as the scale expanded, the factories couldn’t expand fast enough and couldn’t et production demands, hence why so parts were outsourced.
This one offered the best terms, and of course, although the terms were nicely written, without knowing the actual situation, which is why Ye Ranran wanted to take a look.
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