Zhou Wang just then understood where the argunt he heard earlier originated. He thought for a mont and asked in a low voice, "Lucas is the marketing deputy director of Brioni?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhou, you should rember..."
"Hmm, I rember."
Zhou Wang nodded. Lucas was one of the Brioni executives who initially went to Wuyou dia with Wu Nala to discuss cooperation. Zhou Wang had a bit of an impression, but he was puzzled again.
"But Nala, when you resigned, didn’t you already have a fallout with Brioni? How co you’re still in contact with this Lucas?"
"Because when I was still employed, Lucas had given so help. When I left, he even comforted . I always thought he treated as a friend, so..."
Wu Nala’s expression was very awkward.
She wasn’t stupid; by the ti she couldn’t even get through the door, she already realized there was a problem.
How could an invitation to such a prestigious event have any mistakes?
The only explanation was... she had been played by Lucas.
At this mont, apart from being indignant, Wu Nala felt extrely embarrassed and annoyed.
If it were just her, even if she were humiliated, it wouldn’t actually matter. A girl from the countryside who fought her way up from a low-level sales position to where she was now, she had experienced all kinds of hardships. Being shut out wasn’t a big deal.
But right now, she wasn’t alone.
Behind her stood a group of girls dressed to the nines for the party. They followed her with anticipation and excitent but now couldn’t even get through the door. After arguing with security, tourists taking photos outside and passing guests were already casting strange gazes their way.
Wu Nala could disregard this herself, but what about the group of girls behind her?
It’s worth noting that among those casting strange gazes, there were Huaxia people...
If Zhou Wang hadn’t happened to appear, possibly several from the group of girls behind her would have already tried to escape.
Losing face was secondary; Wu Nala also had to consider the blow to her authority. She had to know that according to her contract, she hadn’t passed the assessnt period for her deputy director position yet. She was more worried it would affect Zhou Wang... after all, it was Zhou Wang who had supported her appointnt despite opposition.
"Mr. Zhou, maybe we should leave first. I can contact you after you’re done?"
After hearing that Zhou Wang was also there with friends, Wu Nala thought for a mont and said softly.
Although reluctant, staying at the door would only be more humiliating, and Wu Nala couldn’t think of a better solution for the mont.
Before Zhou Wang could respond, a security guard who had been waiting for a while walked over with a frown and said in French:
"Sir, Madam, please don’t block the entrance to the party..."
Just as Wu Nala was about to speak, she heard Zhou Wang respond in French:
"Bonjour, Où est votre supérieur..."
Wu Nala turned her head in astonishnt, surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.
Mr. Zhou... his French is so good?
She had taught herself so Italian and understood a bit of French. Although she could only manage the most basic simple exchanges, it didn’t stop her from instantly recognizing that Zhou Wang’s accent was so fluent and authentic, it was probably not much different from a true Frenchman...
The security guy was also dumbfounded for a mont, his deanor subtly changing, and he hurriedly communicated with Zhou Wang in French, looking a bit embarrassed.
Wu Nala couldn’t fully understand it, but she roughly gathered that Zhou Wang seed to be asking about their head, wanting to directly negotiate with their head...
Wu Nala was sowhat puzzled because she didn’t know what could change even if they t with the security head, though she didn’t doubt Zhou Wang’s connections and wealth. But ultimately, this was a foreign country!
After conversing with Zhou Wang, the security guy’s attitude beca more cautious, eventually bowing his head and saying sothing into his earpiece. Soon, a burly middle-aged white man in a suit quickly ca out of the lobby.
Judging by the respectful deanor of the adjacent security personnel, this serious-looking man was obviously the head of security for the night.
Wu Nala noticed the man’s chest was pinned with a red and blue insignia resembling a target, which she recognized as the logo of the Paris Chamber of Comrce.
Anyone wearing this emblem was at least a mid-level mber.
The approaching head, frowning after listening to the security’s explanation, walked directly over.
As Wu Nala unconsciously felt a bit anxious, even worried it might sohow implicate Zhou Wang, the head suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at Zhou Wang.
Following that, in the midst of Wu Nala’s bewildered gaze, the head’s expression changed rapidly, from disbelief to excitent, as he quickly ca over.
"Zhou, Mr. Zhou... do you rember ?"
What surprised Wu Nala even more was that this head spoke in Chinese. Although his accent was very odd, it was indeed Mandarin.
Zhou Wang was also taken aback, carefully looking at the man’s face before a realization dawned upon him. In the second scene within [Code 003] mory Gear, he had seen this man.
Back then, the man was the driver of that Rolls-Royce.
"Long ti no see, looks like you’ve been promoted, congratulations... If I rember correctly, your na is Ray?"
Zhou Wang smiled and nodded.
"Yes, Leo, Leo Robert!"
The man hadn’t expected Zhou Wang to actually rember him, and his expression grew even more excited. But then he recalled sothing, forcibly restraining his emotions, simply saluting Zhou Wang with respect:
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