I calmly prepared the contract for signing, printed the picture that Zhong Ye had just sent me, grabbed the document bag, and set off.
Tianjiao Company is not far from us, just a street away.
Although both of us are fashion companies, Tianjiao Company is much more robust than us.
The origins of this clothing company can probably be traced back to the era of the Republic of China. The grandfather of the Ding Family was a tailor making cheongsams in Old Shanghai, and the clothing factory has been inherited down from generation to generation.
A vintage clothing sign still hangs at the entrance.
Just as I entered the door, I bumped into Ding Yinuo.
He was wearing a blue suit with a white shirt, exuding a strong sense of restraint, cold and arrogant.
Perhaps someone had leaked the news, Ding Yinuo seemed to have known about my intentions long before,
"You're rather bold, daring to headhunt from our company?"
I chuckled softly,
