When Ayumiya Iko returned to the office, she had already re-wrote her makeup, but Carl, who was familiar with her, still noticed the change in her face. Not to mention anything else, she could guess clearly just by looking at her deep eye sockets and red eye circles. She had just cried. But why? As a German, he didn't understand the messages spreading everywhere in the company, and had no mood to care about them. For him, if he had such free time, it would be better to think about how to make this fashion week better after returning to the United States and have more market influence.

In his last conversation with him, Ai Fei only mentioned the company's future development intentions, but he didn't say anything about the specific methods. Was he trying to find a way? The spirit of seriousness and responsibility for work as a German was fully reflected in Carl: this is not only a job, but also a challenge! Yes, he has always been thinking about it.

How can I do everything Mr. Ike requires? Or should I learn how to grasp the details at work? Give models and audiences better enjoyment at the fashion week site? In addition to providing some clothing for eyes to appreciate, some arrangements such as food or wine? But... without mentioning whether the cost will increase, how many people will attend the cocktail party after the fashion week screening?

Also, Mr. Ike said in his conversation that the company will move towards a comprehensive and diversified multinational company in the future. What exactly is diversity? Do you need other products in addition to clothing? Well, if this is true, then the operability will be much greater.

Even he himself did not notice that when facing such conceptual things, he had much greater energy and interest. Correspondingly, his work efficiency was much higher.

"Can't you be careful? You don't know how to respect other people's work at all?" A woman's angrily shout made him stop the work at hand. He looked up and looked at him. Yumiya Iko stood at the door with a blushing face. The temporary secretary Akihara Huang, who was responsible for taking care of the two people, was bowing to her in awkward and apologetic manner: "Sorry, senior! Sorry!"

"..." Looking at Yumiya Jingzi's expression, it seemed that her anger was still not gone, but she finally closed her mouth and made way for the latter.

Carl put down the pen in his hand and looked at Yumiya Iko who walked in with a sense of defense in his eyes: "How are you?"

Yumiya Jingzi also realized how rude his actions were, and nodded with a wry smile: "Hey! Thank you, I'm fine."

"When I was in college, a roommate I met was a British man. Well, a very good young man. He was both a roommate and a very good friend. He had a very strange theory. That is, when you ask a person if he was good, if her answer was very good, you have to ask her again and again until you ask something other than 'good'."

"..." Yumiya Iko has been in the United States for many years, and her English listening and dialogue are no longer a problem, but she still doesn't hear the other person's meaning clearly: "Carl?"

"So, are you okay?"

"I..." Her head lowered: "No, I'm not good, Carl, I'm not good."

“…………”

Yumiya took out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes: "Carl, Martha and the children, are you okay?"

"Yes, they're very good, thank you."

"What would have happened to you and Martha if, Carl, if your child was going to marry a lady about the same age as your wife as her legal wife?"

"Eh?" Carl immediately guessed the reason for her trouble. The relationship between Aimei and Ai Fei is not a secret in the company (American company). Not to mention anything else, Mr. Ike actually arranged two months of hotel housing services for Aimei when he returned to China, which is enough to show his attention and tension to this female assistant. Although Aimei knows almost nothing about clothing design, everyone knows that she is the person who Mr. Ike attaches most importance to and can be entrusted to the heart. Ah, if we look at the problem of Aimei, it seems that it is...?

He didn't dare to care more about the emotional entanglements of the upper-level figures in the company. Faced with Yumiya Jingzi's problems, he had to choose to remain silent. Who knew that Yumiya Jingzi said the beginning, but there seemed to be more people asking for someone to talk to: "Do you know? For me, I would rather be wronged and humiliated than ever to...he hurt him anyway. But, he hurt him the most!"

“…Am I a very bad woman?”

The tears-filled face looked really sad in Carl's eyes. The latter sighed softly: "Ms. Aiguchi, I have always thought that you are the kind of person who can give everything for... Mr. Ike's career. Your help and encouragement for him are not only seen by many of our American colleagues, but also admire him in their hearts. I believe it very much, for Mr. Ike, it is the same."

He thought about it: "...If you talk about your problem, Yumiya, I can't say that I would agree with Hans' decision, but as a Westerner, I will not pay too much attention or obstruct emotional decisions from young people."

Yumiya Jingzi forced a smile: "Yes, this may be the difference between Easterners and Westerners?"

Ai Fei and Reiko Kato told him that he would be able to return to the company tomorrow. Who knew that it would take less than 2 hours to go out. He returned to the office with annoyance, which made the girl stunned: "Ai Jun?"

"Nothing." He was no longer in a mood to chat with the other party. He sat straight on the sofa, feeling humiliated: He had just been to Keiyo University, but he came back without touching the door at all - there was no way. The university is so old, he didn't know where the business school is. Of course, he went there excitedly and came back in shame?

Reiko Kato saw that he was not in a good mood and his voice was lighter when he walked, for fear of angering him: "Miss Reiko?"

"Ah!?" Reiko Kato was startled by him: "Yes? Hi! What are the instructions for Mr. President?"

Ai Fei glanced at her, took out a cigarette and lit it: "Just... I was in a bad mood just now, I lost my temper with you, I'm sorry!"

"Ah! Where? This is what it should be..." The girl's face suddenly turned red: "I'm sorry, I..."

Even in great trouble, Ai Fei smiled at her words: "Haha... Miss Lianzi thinks it is appropriate for me to lose my temper at you?"

"Hehe!" Reiko Kato scratched her hair like a boy and smiled embarrassedly.

Ai Fei was also infected by her pure performance and curled up the corners of his mouth in a rare way: "Bang!" Carl's big face came out of the door: "Mr. Ike?"

"Carl, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, sir. I have drafted a plan for the future development of the company and I hope you can agree."

"Oh, come in." He took the plan he wrote from Carl's hand and looked at it: "It's very thick? It took Mr. Schmidt a long time?"

"It's actually just a rough idea, if you can, you have to do a very careful organization and supplement."

"Hmm." Ai Fei didn't care about his expression. He looked down and browsed the documents he sent. Carl made a bold suggestion, that is, to delegate certain economic rights to the department, and the department head was responsible for it, and to report the specific use to the company's upper level in a period of time every month or less. He also put forward different opinions on the use of black employees. In his plan, black employees can use it, and even give them better treatment. However, when Ai Fei's original situation of promoting black people to a manager, he still put forward different opinions. The main reason is that black people have a low level of education, and some more important positions and jobs should be handed over to white people, at least some people with higher education should be responsible for it.

In the following text, Carl also contributed the meticulous and careful design of the company's future development tone, which is always maintained at a high speed and trend. Carl also contributed the meticulous and careful design from Germans: establishing its own agent team and related industrial chains of Ike Company. For example, Ike Company should choose and train its own models, use the method of Aifei training the earliest models that year, and choose Gloria as the guide to select models suitable for future stage catwalks, and train them in all aspects.

On the third side, Carl proposed the production plan for fashion products other than clothing. This part can be said to be the content that Ai Fei is most concerned about. After reading about it, there are always two-thirds of them used to express this aspect. The time is too short to allow him to review it very carefully. He slowly closed the document: "Good suggestions! Is Carl willing to do this aspect too?"

Carl himself seemed to have not noticed such a problem, and was stunned when he heard this: "I'm sorry? What did you say?"

"I mean, compared to professional design, you seem to be more willing to use your expertise in this regard?"

"Yeah?"

Ai Fei smiled: "This document is placed here. I will reply to you after I see it clearly?"

"Okay." Carl stood up, as if he was about to leave, but who knew he turned back: "Ike?"

"Eh?" Ai Fei was stunned. Carl rarely called his name in such a private way: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes. Ike, as a subordinate, I don't think I have much room for comment on your relationship with Ariamiya Iko, but from the usual cooperation between you and Ms. Ariamiya, I don't think you..."

Ai Fei's brows gradually frowned: "What?"

Carl looked at his gradually cold face, and suddenly felt a sense of timidity in his heart, and his speech became stuttering: "...I mean, you... maybe you shouldn't get along with Ms. Aiguchi with such a rough attitude, right?
Chapter completed!