"Thank you, Mr. Claude, for taking the time to meet me," Su Qingmei said with a smile.
I believe that this meeting will definitely make your trip worthwhile."
Claude crossed his legs and said,"Alright, there's no need to say more."
Tell me, what are the advantages of your company's products and what benefits can you bring to L'Oréal?
I'll only give you eight minutes. If you can't move me, there's no need for us to continue this conversation."
Hearing this, Yang Luo was even more displeased.
So what if L'Oreal is the world's cosmetics giant? You can't look down on people like this, right?
How many sentences could he say in eight minutes?
Seeing that Yang Luo was about to lose his temper, Xiao Ziyun shook his head at him with a calm expression.
Yang Luo suppressed the anger in his heart.
He also saw that Third Senior Sister probably wanted to see Su Qingmei's ability.
"Alright, Mr. Claude."
