A deputy director called out, "Quick, pour some tea for Young Master Huo!"

Another director rushed to report the progress, "Young Master Huo, the film has not started shooting yet, we are currently selecting the costume supplier."

Jiayi was instantly left out by everyone.

It seemed like the director had forgotten about her existence.

She couldn’t understand why he would invest in Island Wuhun.

But, it’s not surprising.

Although he resigned from the CEO position at the Huo Group, his private fortunes amassed over the years could overturn economies.

For instance, the mineral rights in S country were enough to let him monopolize S country’s economy.

His personal wealth was no less than when he was CEO at Huo Group.

Investing in a movie was definitely not a big deal for him.

Since he has become the boss of this film, she felt that she had no reason to stay any longer.

After all, with the sample clothes she had, it was impossible to win the bid.

Did she really have to stay here and be mocked by the director, and laughed at by this man?

Jiayi silently turned around, preparing to leave with her paint-stained samples. She had not taken two steps before hearing the man’s voice drift over.

Surrounded by directors fawning over him, Huo Zhenyang had already unapologetically taken his seat on the office sofa, thumbing through something, and was asking the director, "So, have you chosen the costume supplier yet?"

"We are still in the process of selection today. Uh, we were about to look at another one."

Huo Zhenyang’s gaze indistinctly swept over, "Let me see."

Jiayi’s steps seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, realizing that he wanted to see the sample clothes in her possession.

The directors suddenly remembered Jiayi’s presence, taken aback, not understanding why Young Master Huo wanted to personally inspect the samples she held.

Suddenly, someone slapped their head fiercely, wait a minute, what was the name of the young owner of F.WANG from earlier?

Seems to have the surname Chu!

Chu—

Isn’t Young Master Huo’s ex-wife surnamed Chu?!

The directors examined Jiayi carefully, finally coming to a realization.

Even though the two had divorced, they had once been husband and wife.

Could it be that Young Master Huo wanted to help his ex-wife by handing over the costume business of the crew to her store?

If that was the case, once the big boss spoke, they, the directors, would have no room to object.

"So... Miss Chu is Young Master Huo’s..." The chief director stammered.

Jiayi interrupted the chief director subconsciously: "I have no relationship with Mr. Huo at this moment."

She took a breath, then said to the director, "I am sorry, I know my samples do not meet the standards, and it’s regrettable that I cannot collaborate with your crew this time, I won’t disturb you further, I will leave now."

Her words detached the two’s relationship, causing Huo Zhenyang’s handsome face to darken instantly.

Just now, she was crying and begging the director to accept her samples.

Now that he had arrived, she was scrambling to leave.

She would rather plead with strangers than ask him.

Fine! He would go against her wishes on purpose!

He insisted on being her boss and superior!

"Wait a moment. I said, let me see."

His cold words fell in the office, solidifying the air.

Seeing Young Master Huo’s stern expression, the chief director hurriedly went over, disregarding Jiayi’s wishes, took the samples from her hands, and presented them, "Young Master Huo."

Huo Zhenyang briefly glanced at the samples in the packaging bag, smeared with paint, clumped together, a complete mess, and with a corner of his lips slightly raised, he mocked, "So this is the standard of your F.WANG."

The tone carried a heavy dose of irony.

Jiayi took a deep breath and couldn’t help but clench her fists.

With just a single sentence from him, it was a deadly blow to her store.

If she didn’t defend herself, how could she continue doing business in the industry?

She could only turn around, lifting her beautiful eyes: "I believe Mr. Huo has also seen that the quality is not at fault here, rather, it’s that someone splashed paint on them."

"So you mean to say, if these few sample garments hadn’t been splashed with paint, you’re absolutely confident that you could satisfy the directors and win the bid?" His eyes were teasing deep down.

She candidly replied, "Yes."

"You’re really full of confidence. There are so many large garment manufacturers out there waiting to bid, how can you be so sure that we’d use yours?"

Jiayi ignored his provocation, her words clear:

"It was the Island Wuhun Crew who actively invited us, appreciating our design style. On this point, I believe that the directors still recognize the standard of our store. Furthermore, before designing the sample garments, I learned about the content of the movie and the characters, and carefully pondered over it, trying my best to integrate the costumes with the style of the movie."

Huo Zhenyang said indifferently, "Good. Since you’ve said it so well, then the crew will use your shop’s custom garments."

Jiayi immediately had the feeling of foolishly jumping into his trap.

A few directors were surprised.

"What, is there a problem?" Huo Zhenyang turned his neck and asked in a deep voice.

The chief director hurriedly said, "No problem, of course no problem."

Now that Huo Zhenyang was the biggest investor and the producer of the Island Wuhun movie, not to mention just his decision on the costume supplier, even if he wanted to replace the lead actors on a whim, who could say anything.

The chief director then turned to Jiayi, "Miss Chu, later... we’ll sign the contract."

If it were a few minutes earlier, Jiayi might have been ecstatic to land this deal.

But now—

Huo Zhenyang had taken over this movie.

If she cooperated with the crew, Huo Zhenyang would be her boss.

There could be various opportunities to meet.

And he would have various excuses to order her around.

After hesitating for a few seconds, just as she was about to refuse, Huo Zhenyang seemed to read her mind and spoke coldly:

"Since the costume collaboration has been confirmed, call in the other garment suppliers who came for the bid today and let them know."

"Yes, Mr. Huo." The chief director personally went out and called in the group of garment suppliers who were still waiting for the bid.

Su Yan had just heard outside that the crew had confirmed the costume supplier as F. WANG, and she nearly spilled her coffee.

Upon entering, seeing Huo Zhenyang seated on the sofa took her by surprise.

Only after asking did she find out that he had already become the movie’s behind-the-scenes investor and producer.

While Su Yan was still in shock, she heard the chief director’s words floating over:

"We greatly appreciate everyone’s presence for the custom costume bid today. The crew has decided to collaborate with Miss Chu of F. WANG, and from now on, the crew’s custom costumes will be supplied by F. WANG. We hope to have other opportunities to work with everyone in the future."

Several garment suppliers started to discuss among themselves.

Who didn’t know that Miss Chu was Mr. Huo’s ex!

These days, who doesn’t have connections? What’s new about using back doors?

Now that Mr. Huo had become the boss of the movie, it was only normal to entrust the costume collaboration to his ex and look after her a bit.

No one could say much, so they could only congratulate Jiayi:

"Congratulations to Miss Chu."

Yet their tone was somewhat unwilling.

Just then, the contract arranged by the chief director was brought in by the crew, and at Mr. Huo’s signal, handed over to Jiayi:

"Miss Chu, the contract is ready. Please sign here."