Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 379 President of the World Bank’s Superpowers [1 more]

Chapter 379: 379 President of the World Bank’s Superpowers [1 more]

The fashion show caught fire, the runway had a sudden accident... Both incidents targeted Pulling the Sky Company.

Although both situations were eventually resolved without disaster, it was precisely because Pulling the Sky Company’s innovative strategies won out, catching the attention of many VIPs, that other leading brands heightened their alertness.

But if Catika Company safeguarded them, everything would be completely different; the top brands lacked the strength to shake the foundation of Catika.

The three top luxury brands had maintained a mutual balance for years, forming a consensus that none would strike against another over such matters.

Catika Company wholeheartedly considered Pulling the Sky Company’s interests, yet they were given a cold shoulder?

The blonde woman stared coldly at Ye Wanlan, her gaze growing icier.

"Just leave like this," Ye Wanlan said calmly without a flicker of emotion, "no need to trouble yourself, and don’t rush over to play the fool."

"You...!" The blonde woman didn’t expect such a response. Her good upbringing restrained her from losing her temper on the spot. She turned back to Fang Qingli, her tone taking on a chilling edge, "Miss Fang, is this your intention too?"

Indeed, the blonde woman didn’t recognize Ye Wanlan, and Pulling the Sky Company’s external affairs were always handled and decided by Fang Qingli.

"Of course, this is the shared sentiment of our entire company," Fang Qingli’s aura was just as strong, retorting sharply, "for a large corporation like Catika, which walks a path so completely different from ours, to want to acquire us—could it be because your sales in Shenzhou have significantly dropped recently?"

Her words precisely hit the blonde woman’s sore spot; her face turned ashen.

Fang Qingli was right, ever since Saint Leys was boycotted for a plagiarism incident and exited the Shenzhou market, Pulling the Sky became a sensation.

Whether it was Everlight City or Zhaoyun Plaza, both greatly supported Pulling the Sky Company, aiding in promoting their high-end jewelry line, "Dragon Sing."

Jewelry was indeed a major source of income for Catika Company, especially in Shenzhou District, accounting for 30% of the annual jewelry sales—a significant chunk.

But ever since Pulling the Sky’s "Dragon Sing" jewelry line penetrated the market of the wealthy and powerful in Shenzhou, Catika began witnessing a sharp downward trajectory in its earnings from the jewelry sector.

The jewelry market is finite; if some gain, others must lose.

This made the executives at Catika Company a bit restless.

And that was just one jewelry line!

Should Pulling the Sky officially launch its high-end apparel line, to what extent would it squeeze the market?

If this were the case in Shenzhou alone, what about facing the world?

"Very well, very well," the blonde woman sneered in anger, "since you are so stubborn, I would indeed like to see how you can leave the Global Center!"

"No need to trouble yourself," Ye Wanlan said with a faint smile, "I sincerely hope your company will cease copying our Shenzhou cultural totems in such a borderline manner. Considering your company’s prowess, you surely can create many original items."

"Ah, Sister Lan, the last time they created a global sales sensation, wasn’t it by using our wax dyeing technique?" Fang Qingli snorted softly, "No wonder they’re so eager this time, it seems they’ve run out of good ideas."

The blonde woman was so angry she couldn’t utter a single word; her face flushed red, and she stormed off.

Ye Wanlan couldn’t help but smile: "We don’t need to go back now, let’s wait here."

Jiang Xulin had been up all night studying the weaving data Ye Wanlan gave her, feeling drowsy since the start of the big show and now almost falling asleep.

His head tilted, the pain on his neck jolting him awake: "What’s happening? Waiting for what?"

Ye Wanlan didn’t speak, just sat down on the sofa.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before two more groups of people approached Fang Qingli, their spiels the same.

Following Catika Company, both Seres of MN Corporation and Freya·Yinnide Corporation—the globally renowned three top luxury brands—all extended invitations to Pulling the Sky Company.

And each had only one condition—

That was for Pulling the Sky Company to become their subsidiary.

While they indeed wouldn’t interfere with Pulling the Sky Company’s operations, nor change its structure and systems, and would even pave the way for Pulling the Sky Company by injecting more manpower and resources,

the moment another corporate banner was hoisted, autonomy was lost.

Moreover, autonomy wasn’t the most critical issue—what they really sought were Shenzhou’s cultural and material heritage.

Ye Wanlan could not agree.

Both parties left empty-handed, looking displeased.

Ye Wanlan stood up: "Alright, let’s go back."

"Will these people be scheming in secret about how to assassinate us next?" Jiang Xulin frowned, obviously unhappy, rubbing his neck, he murmured, "Can I even have a good night’s sleep tonight?"

"You can," Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows, "You are my people, I will ensure your safety."

Unable to hold on any longer, Jiang Xulin was supported back to his room by Fang Qingli and Zhou Yixiang, where he collapsed into bed and covered his head to sleep deeply.

Meanwhile, Ye Wanlan received a message from Christine, left the hotel, and met with Christine at one of her secret bases.

"Ah Lan," Christine nodded slightly at her, "I still prefer calling you ’YN.’"

"Call me whatever you like," Ye Wanlan set down two cups of milk tea, "Names are just codes, you know who I am."

"That’s true," Christine smiled faintly, "I’m very satisfied with today’s show, and I really liked the design of those three outfits."

Ye Wanlan also smiled: "Rest assured, I knew you’d like them, they’re already prepared. The factory has started making the first batch of high-end apparel; it’ll be sent to you first."

"Someone maliciously spilled a slippery liquid on the runway," Christine said, "A low move, I’ve had it looked into. We won’t be dealing with that brand anymore."

Ye Wanlan nodded: "Which brand?"

"A top brand, but I’ve never been too fond of their designs," Christine spoke indifferently, "It’s been dealt with, no need for you to worry."

Although it was only her personally in the circle announcing not to purchase any product from that top brand anymore, being the "President of the World Bank" was an absolute symbol.

That top brand was indeed finished.

"Our Miss Christine is quite formidable," Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows rose, "With you around, I’m spared a lot of trouble."

"Nothing compared to the help you provided me back then," Christine waved her hand casually, "Anything solvable with money isn’t an issue."

She didn’t possess the superpowers like Wen Chaosheng, the Ghostbuster Bro with Spirit Communication powers, nor like Yeh Xingli with high scientific technology.

In the group, she hadn’t any superpowers; she was just wealthy.

Ye Wanlan said unhurriedly, "There’s an ancient saying in Shenzhou, ’money can make the devil turn the millstone’. Money can solve many problems."

"That’s true," Christine agreed.

She never cared whether something could be purchased, only that it could be purchased quickly.

"I never look at whether a friend has money when I make friends," said this young President of the World Bank. "Because they definitely won’t be as rich as me."

Ye Wanlan was silent: "..."

Fortunately, the person Christine was talking to was her. Otherwise, if this statement were uttered in front of others, it would certainly provoke a fight.

"Tomorrow is the second day of the major show," Christine became solemn, "be very careful, I’m also here."

**

The next day.

Fang Qingli drove, taking Jiang Xulin and Zhou Yixiang to the fashion show.

Before they got into the car, she specifically checked every part of the vehicle to prevent tampering.

Even so, an accident still occurred on the road.

From the hotel to the fashion show venue, it was less than two kilometers, and neither location was in the city center, so typically, there wouldn’t be so many cars on the road.

But at this moment, several cars squeezed towards the one Fang Qingli was in.

"Screech—!"

The sound of braking echoed; Fang Qingli’s expression was icy: "Hold on."

The phone rang just at that moment.

"Miss Fang, as I said this morning, the first day you made too much of an impression, indeed knocking on the international market’s door, but don’t forget, the higher you stand, the more people want to see you fall," the blonde woman chuckled coldly. "Unless you can stand somewhere untouchable."

Otherwise, you’d just tumble off the stage, disfigured beyond recognition, not knowing how you died!