Madeland Garden is a famous garden palace located on the ground of the Louvre. It turned out to be a high-powered duke castle. The scenery here is very beautiful and has many well-preserved statues from famous masters. An artificial river passes straight through the entire garden, and various colorful flowers and plants are planted on both sides of the river, making the entire garden full of dreamy colors.

The CEO of Beluco, Jordano, who followed Zhou Ming to Paris this time, did not have the intention to enjoy any beautiful scenery here, but was filled with anxiety.

The reason is very simple. This Madeland Garden is also the registration place for this Paris Fashion Fair. Although the Fashion Association's booth is still on the river, Jordano has been told that the quota has been used up and no registration is accepted now.

"Is there really nothing wrong with it? Please, can you think of a solution? After all, we need this opportunity to participate in the exhibition very much. We don't require time or scale. As long as we can give us the opportunity to let our models go up the catwalk at any time. I will thank you very much!" Jordano almost begged.

However, Jordano's begging did not work. The three fashion association staff members opposite each other, one of them was wearing makeup and the other was manicure, obviously did not take Jordano seriously.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, the middle-aged woman with manicure replied to him: "I will tell you again. Now that the quota for fashion shows has been exhausted, it is impossible to add anyone else. If you add you just because of your thanks, it would be irresponsible to other brands."

The man wearing makeup said absent-mindedly and seriously, "Every time we have a system for fashion exhibitions, we cannot change it with anyone, so since you miss it, please wait for the next time. If you continue here, you can only waste time."

As for the man who was reading, he was even more direct: "You go quickly, you will not be of any use to continue here except to embarrass you."

"Or I can't take any quota, I can sign up on the later supplement list first. If anyone has any problems at that time, we can make up for it at any time, just write our name on it." Jordano finally struggled.

The middle-aged woman with manicure put down her nail clippers and looked at Jordano with a slight anger and said, "Do you know what you are talking about? We are the official fashion show organized by the French Fashion Association. Anyone must come to participate as long as they sign up. Who would dare not come? The association will definitely ban him, so what else do we need to fill the list? Your question is a huge insult to us!"

"In addition, I also warn you not to think about other ideas. We are very serious about any fashion exhibition. If we find any trading quota, or randomly participate in other brands and detrimental to the aesthetics of the fashion exhibition, we will ban you and give you help, and we will never participate in any fashion exhibition in France!"

The middle-aged lady reminded Jordano and finally said, "So now before I get angry, I will write the name of Beruco on the ban list, please leave immediately!"

Jordano originally wanted to say something, but when he heard her say this, he didn't dare to say anything, and he was so scared that he left immediately.

Although he left the booth, Jordano did not dare to leave the Madeland Garden. After all, his mission had not been completed yet. Zhou Ming had already gone to find the most influential Antiser in France. If he ran away like this, he could not believe what consequences he would have.

So Jordano could only walk aimlessly in this Madeland Garden like a headless fly.

"Jordano!"

Suddenly he heard someone calling him, and Jordano stopped blankly and saw a middle-aged man in a suit standing there. Jordano was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was a classmate he had not seen for a long time.

"Hello, old classmate, I really didn't expect to meet you here. So why are you doing here? Are you here to sign up for this fashion show?" Although Jordano was very depressed and confused, he still greeted him.

"Of course, there is only one purpose when I arrived at Madland Garden. I believe this fashion show must be extraordinary!" He said as if he remembered something, "But there seems to be no quota now, right? I have only been looking for a friend who is prone to my father and wife and barely added a quota. Do you think you signed up today?"

Originally, Jordano greeted him just to be polite, but he didn't expect to hear such news, which made Jordano overjoyed.

So Jordano immediately asked him: "You said you have something to do and can you add another quota, right? So can you help me? I am willing to pay a lot of money!"

His classmates were a little embarrassed: "I really want to help you, but that's my father's friend, I'm not sure..."

Before he could finish his words, Jordano said anxiously: "It doesn't matter, as long as you have the chance, we have to try it."

As Jordano said that, he pulled his old classmate to the booth again. In his opinion, he finally had such an opportunity now, and he had to seize it no matter what.

Soon Jordano pulled his old classmate back, but he stopped when he arrived at the booth.

"Jordano, what's wrong with you?" The old classmate looked at him with no idea.

"Why are they here? So today is all a conspiracy?" Jordano murmured.

In front of them, at the booth, I saw several people gathering there, one of which happened to be known to Jordano, who was Barre, the business representative of Louis Group, the largest luxury goods group in France.

At this time, Barre was recommending his people to the Fashion Association on the booth: "This is from Dylan Company. They need to attend this fashion show, so I hope the association can find him a place. There should be no registration time yet, right?"

Faced with this problem, the people from the Fashion Association, who were very determined just now, nodded naturally and said that of course there is no problem.

Jordano was angry at the time. He rushed over and roared, "What's going on with you? I came here just now and asked if there is no quota? Why is he now having another quota after signing up? What about the agreed principles and systems? Have you fed dogs at this moment?"

When he yelled like this, the people were stunned for a moment, but no one was panicked. They all looked at Jordano with fun, and their eyes seemed to be looking at an ignorant child.

It was still the elder sister who was manicured: "What principle and system does it mean that there is no quota and there is a quota? Don't talk nonsense. Our system is very rigorous. Our quota is all set. He signed up earlier, but he didn't have time to register because of some things at that time. He only registered now. Do you know that there is nothing wrong with it?"

"How could it be fine?" Jordano didn't believe it at all. "I just heard that he wanted a place, and you gave it to me, why did he sign up long ago? You are lying!"

The young man wearing makeup said to Jordano at this time, "Do you think anyone would believe your words? It's just that registration will not result in malicious revenge on us. What a disgusting man!"

At the end, the person who looked down and read the book sighed helplessly: "What a stupid guy! Do you know, Shakespeare once wrote in Hamlet that God is fair, and the person who controls destiny will always stand at both ends of the scale, and the person who is controlled by destiny only understands that God has given him destiny! Just like you, you can only see destiny, but you can never control it."

Jordano waited for his eyes and didn't know what to say, and then Barre came over and asked him, "Are you very angry?"

Jordano didn't understand why he asked such a question at this time. Just as he was confused, Barre said again: "Actually, I was very angry too. I didn't expect you to dare to attend this fashion show. Do you know this is a great insult to our brands?"

"So you asked them to cancel that quota, right?" Jordano asked him.

Barre spread his hands: "So what, so what, no, so what? The answer cannot change reality."

Barre said regretfully: "So why do you say you should listen to the Chinese, give up our cooperation, and create your own brand? That is very stupid, because we big groups can block all your paths with just one sentence, saying that if you don't have a market, there will be no market, and if you can't participate in the exhibition, it will be impossible for you to participate."

Jordano took two steps back, and he looked at Barre and gritted his teeth and said, "It's your conspiracy!"

Barre said proudly: "So you should go back to Beruco and cherish your identity as an OEM. Otherwise, one day you want to do this identity but can't do it, that's the saddest thing!"

The three people from the Fashion Association also ruthlessly said: "What a fool! They don't even look at what they are, and they want to attend fashion exhibitions. This is a booth for all the best fashions in the world. They can't be put on any despicable things! Things from a broken OEM factory know what fashion art is, do you know several main styles and styles of fashion? Do you know the future trends? Do you know the texture and beauty of clothing? If you say you are banned, you don't have to hesitate to know at all?"

These words were like a sharp knife slashing into Jordano's heart, making him feel in pain and even more desperate.

I should have thought of how those big clothing groups would not penetrate and associate with fashion associations? So since they are together, they will naturally come together to exclude themselves. If they cannot participate in this fashion show and if those big groups take the lead in occupying the mid- and low-end markets, then it would be meaningless for Beluko ​​to burn so hard!

But what can I do if I know? But I can't do anything, so I can only watch these things happen but I can't do anything.

Didn’t it be that in the end, I could only bow my head and kneel down and beg for mercy to them?

I'm not willing to give up!

Jordano shouted in his heart, and then suddenly a familiar voice came: "Write Beluco's name."
Chapter completed!