Placed on top of the redwood table were twenty over exorbitant and limited-edition bottles of perfume from various renowned brands ranges from a few to tens of thousand.
Sitting behind the table was an emotionless but dashing man. He was frowning, and asked Jiang Zhe, “Is that all?”
“Yes that’s all, Nan Chen. We have looked through all the branded perfume brands across the globe and these are all the ones with orange blossom scent. That’s all we have.” Jiang Zhe replied quickly.
Nan Chen shook his head slightly.
None of those were what Jiang Zhe was looking for. They were either too strong or too faint, and not the perfect scent he was looking for.
Seeing the Boss shake his head, Jiang Zhe could feel an immense pressure that almost brought him to tears.
What exactly happened that made Nan Chen have this urge to gather bottles of orange blossom scented perfume?
Besides, he was still not satisfied despite all the bottles of perfume from renowned brands that were placed right before him. What next?
“Nan Chen, are we stepping into the perfume industry? The current manufacturing standards of the country are indeed rather low. There are almost no local brands that can compete with international perfume brands…”
Nan Chen immediately raised his hand to interrupt Jiang Zhe’s sentence.
In fact, even Nan Chen himself did not know what he was trying to do. Perhaps what he wanted to find out was whether the scent coming from that lady was from a certain brand of orange-blossom scented perfume.
Even if so, what has it got to do with him?
He did not even know why.
Nan Chen’s irritation surged as he pointed to the perfume bottles on the table and waved his hand impatiently, signaling Jiang Zhe to discard them.
The lowly standards of the scents made Nan Chen feel irritable.
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