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This exhibition only recognizes invitations, not people. Pei Lu must be very frustrated at this moment after losing the invitation.

Who cares? As long as Pei Chen is happy, it’s over.

He took a few steps behind, walked around the girl, and said jokingly, "Our Yuanyuan looks stunning today. If she dressed like this normally, I think Jiuting's business would be booming."

Fu Yuan looked at him and smiled: "Tomorrow you wear a princess dress and go outside the store to attract customers for me, and business will be even better."

"I won't do it!" Pei Chen was shocked. "I'm so handsome, but I'll be eaten by a bunch of women, right?!"

"Maybe a man? Your looks are popular with men."

"Nonsense! I'm such a tough guy!!"

"..."

Forget it, I won’t argue with a primary school student.

"Find out where the target is and make a quick decision."

"Ok."

Pei Chen brushed his sleeves. He didn't know when he was wearing frameless glasses. He tapped the lenses twice with his fingertips. A slight electric sound was heard, and the target person's information and location immediately appeared on the lenses.

The lenses are one-way visible, and only the person wearing them can see the information on them.

Name: Wei Qiao.

Age: 30.

Position: General Manager of Xujia Group.

There was a flashing red dot on the lens, indicating where he was at the moment.

The exhibition has already started, and there are too many people here, making it difficult to act.

We didn't have to wait until today, but this man is very cunning and rarely shows up. He must have done too many bad things and even traveled with three or four bodyguards.

But for today's occasion, we can't bring so many people in.

Pei Chen also started talking. He adjusted his lenses and spoke again with a rough and hoarse unfamiliar voice: "Mr. Wei, something happened."

… …

Pei Zongming originally had no chance of getting in for an occasion like today, but thanks to the help of the boss he met at the Ruan family last time, he was able to get him an invitation.

I heard that the Yan family used to be engaged in spice making. Isn't this a coincidence? The Pei family made their fortune by making perfume, but the business has been going downhill in recent years. If they can establish a relationship with the Yan family, will they have to worry about the sales of this perfume in the future?

The more Pei Zongming thought about it, the happier he felt. Seeing that there were fewer people around Yan Bohong, he quickly took Pei Wuxia and walked over.

"Mr. Yan."

Yan Bohong, who was chatting about academic research with several of his former students, was suddenly interrupted and frowned in displeasure.

He turned around and looked at the strange middle-aged man in front of him with a big smile on his face: "Who are you?"

Pei Zongming quickly explained: "You probably don't recognize me. My name is Pei Zongming. I'm from the Pei family in Mo City. I only came to the imperial capital in recent years. Speaking of which, I do have some connection with the Yan family."

This made Yan Bohong a little interested: "What's the origin?"

"Our ancestors of the Pei family made their fortune by making incense, and every perfume we sell now contains a corresponding trace amount of Chinese herbal medicine, just like the ancient people used incense to calm the mind. Isn't it a coincidence?"

After saying this, Yan Bohong actually took the initiative to ask: "Did you bring any perfume?"

Pei Zongming was immediately delighted and quickly pulled Pei Wuxia over to him: "Wuxia, quickly take out our best-selling perfume and show it to Mr. Yan."

Upon hearing this, Pei Wuxia took out a leaf-shaped glass bottle from his backpack.

The bottle was only the length of a finger, and the liquid inside was orange-red. After removing the cork, a very special faint fragrance wafted out.

"This perfume is called [Nan Qiu], and its annual sales volume is over a million, and it is very popular among customers." Pei Zongming said proudly.

Yan Bohong sniffed the wooden cork and spoke after a while: "The design of this perfume is indeed unique, but it is still missing something, which makes the perfect work flawed."

"How could that be?" Pei Zongming's face was still smug. "This perfume has been produced and sold for more than 20 years. The formula has always been the same, and no customer has ever said there is a problem. I don't know what the defect you are talking about is?"

Yan Bohong did not point it out, but just said: "I think you should communicate with the designer of this perfume, he will know where the problem lies."

It is a great honor for a veteran leader in the field of traditional Chinese medicine to give advice on an ordinary perfume.

But at this moment, Pei Zongming just wanted to find out the problems and flaws in it, otherwise wouldn't this store's signature product gradually decline in the future?

"Mr. Yan, to be honest with you,"

Pei Zongming lowered his eyes and sighed, with a hint of sadness on his round face: "Nan Qiu is actually my wife's last work. She was an excellent perfume blender. More than 20 years ago, she unfortunately passed away due to illness, leaving only this last work."

"This perfume is not only the signature of my Pei family, but also the last memory she left me."

The character of a good husband who misses his deceased wife and only wants to pass on her last work and is loyal and righteous will undoubtedly win the favor of an elderly person who has a harmonious family and values ​​kinship.

In short, Pei Zongming successfully gained popularity in front of the president of the Chinese Medicine Association.

Less than one-third of the people at the exhibition were young, and most of them were unfamiliar faces.

As for Chinese medicine, it is nothing more than displaying some ancient books, prescriptions, and herbs. Ruan Yiqing was bored to death and didn't want to come, but when he knew Yan Yan would come, his grandfather ordered him to go and study together.

He has only caught a cold a few times in his life and is in great health. What does he need to learn?

Not everyone is like Yan Yan, a little old-fashioned man who can handle any boring occasion with ease.

He took a bite of the pastry on the table out of boredom, then pulled out a piece of paper and spat it out with an ugly look on his face.

bah bah bah.

What the hell is this? It smells like medicine and is so disgusting.

Yan Yan was talking to a man, who seemed to be his former classmate and now also a Chinese medicine practitioner. Ruan Yiqing couldn't get a word in, so he sat far away, staring blankly.

Suddenly, he seemed to see someone he knew and stood up from his chair.

Is he not dazzled?

that is not……

Ruan Yiqing turned his head and glanced at Yan Yan who was standing a few meters away with a puzzled expression.

That was Yan Yan's little girlfriend, right? Why is she here? ?

Dressed so beautifully and being with a man who looks sinister and treacherous???

There are several lounges on the third floor of Yan Palace near the side door, which are specially provided for guests in need.

At this moment, the door of one of the lounges was locked, and there was no light on inside, it was pitch black.

People are always particularly fearful and uneasy in the dark, and Wei Qiao is like this at the moment. He has no idea what has just happened, and when he came to his senses, he was already in this strange room.

There was no light in the room, but he could feel two pairs of eyes looking at him.

After all, he had seen a lot of things. Wei Qiao slowly stood up from the ground, took two steps back, and said calmly, "Who are you?"