Davis looked at the person who had stopped, unlocked his cell phone, and turned to the page of the
latest report.
"Mr.Weston."
He then passed the phone to Everett.
Everett did not take it.He looked ahead with dark eyes.
"Book a flight back to H City tomorrow.’
"Okay:"
Olivia packed up early in the morning and went to the company.
After arriving at the company, she sorted out her previous information and put it together in a folder.
When she was almost done packing, Jason came over.
"Olivia, Mr.Smith wants you to go to his office."
"Okay:"
Olivia picked up the folder and went to Preston's office.
Preston came to the company a long time ago.
He knew that Olivia would bring him what he wanted today, so he had been looking at Olivia's designs.
He wondered what the accessories she designed this time would look like.
He was curious.
He was looking forward to seeing them.
"Mr.Smith" Olivia came in.
Preston looked at her.
"Sit down."
"Thank you."
Olivia sat down on the sofa.
Preston pressed the inside line and asked the secretary to bring in two cups of coffee, then sat next to
Olivia.
Olivia put the documents in front of him.
"These are all the designs."
"Okay"
Preston opened the folder and flipped through it one by one.
Olivia explained to him as he looked at the designs.
Time passed by.
An houtr later, Preston nodded.
"Ok! That's it."
He got up and handed her a document.
"This is the fabric manufacturer that AK has been cooperating with.Take a look.Make your own choice."
"Okay:"
Olivia took it and looked at him.
"Mr.Smith, thank you."
She was supposed to do this, but he did for her.
Besides, he had done many other things for her.
She was very grateful.
Preston looked at the sincerity in her eyes, and a familiar light once again shone in them.
Olivia was confident and charming now.
"If you really want to thank me, make your designs into real things and let the whole world see you."
"Okay."
It was not easy for a person to meet someone who really understood and appreciate her or him.
She was lucky to meet such a boss.
Olivia returned to her office, opened the documents, and began to look at the various manufacturers
inside.
She knew some of these manufacturers, but some she didn't know.
There was one thing that she did not expect.
Many of these manufacturers were domestic.
There were very few abroad.
There were about ten foreign manufacturers.
She marked out the manufacturers into two categories, those she was familiar with and those she was
not.
Then she checked them online, looked for more information about them, and did a detailed
investigation.
Soon, a day passed.
The night covered the whole of Paris, and Olivia frowned as she looked at the documents.
The manufacturers she wanted to cooperate with were all domestic.
None of those in Paris was of use to her.
She smiled bitterly and thought, "Does this mean she has to come home?"
Olivia thought for a moment and took the phone to send a message to Preston.
"Mr.Smith, do you have time now? I want to ask you a few questions." He replied quickly.
"Come to my office."
Olivia was taken aback by the message.
Mr.Smith was still at the company? She looked at the phone.
It was almost six o'clock.
He should be off work now.
Olivia took the document and went over.
"Mr.Smith."
"Come in."
Olivia went in, and found Preston sitting behind his desk, reading the documents.
He seemed so busy that he didn't even look up at her but said, "Come here."
"Okay."
Olivia walked over and stood at his desk.
Preston finally looked up from the document at her.
"What questions?" Olivia handed over the document.
"I want to ask why most of AK's suppliers are domestic."
Preston looked at the name of the manufacturers she had marked and smiled.
"What do you think?"
Olivia thought for a moment and said, "Because they are cheaper?"
Preston nodded.
"That's one reason, but there's another."
Olivia looked at him.
"like the traditional crafts back at home.’’ Olivia understood.
Preston looked at her.
"What? You don't like me using domestic suppliers?" Olivia shook her head.
"No, to be honest, I'm more familiar with domestic suppliers than foreign ones."
Preston rested his finger on his chin and looked at the sorted information.
"Where are the supplies you need?" Olivia turned the page.
"Here, I have written down everything I need."
"OK.Let me see."
"Okay"
Preston was also a designer.
He knew clearly that the design of clothes was important, so did the material and color.
And the choice of fabric should depend on the suppliers.
This was not a simple matter.
The suppliers that AK had accumulated over the years were all the ones he had seen and visited on
the spot.
So he was more familiar with these suppliers than Olivia.
Preston looked at the document when Olivia's phone suddenly rang.
He looked up at Olivia.
Olivia said, "Excuse me.I have to answer the phone.’’
"Go ahead"
Olivia walked out of the president's office with her cell phone.
Preston continued to look at the document, and soon he discovered something.
Olivia focused more on the feel of the fabric.
Whether it was the outer fabric or the inner fabric, she chose those more comfortable and breathable.
He nodded.
That was good.
If a piece of clothing was not comfortable to wear, even if it looked good, it would be a big failure.
Olivia went out with her phone, looked at the name on the screen, and answered.
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