The female cheongsam perfumer stared at them, "You are blind, don't you see the morning competition?"

She pointed at the president's head in public without any hesitation and said angrily, "You, forty years old, may not be as good as others in the so-called president of the Perfume Association."

"Are you stupid to disqualify such a rare talent?"

"Or you want old guys from other fields, pointing at the nose of our perfume industry and scolding us for being ungrateful, right?"

"What?!" The president was stunned.

He had an important meeting this morning and did not go to the scene to watch the competition in person, so he had no idea about it.

The president suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, the people who went to watch the game on site today.

Those people were also stunned at this moment.

Especially Wanbo, the cold sweat on his forehead kept coming down.

The president yelled in a rage, “Is this happening?!”

Those people said timidly, "Yun Qing's perfume technique... is indeed... very outstanding..."

The president's middle-aged face turned completely green in an instant.

"More than just being outstanding?" the female cheongsam perfumer sneered, "The entire perfume industry, including you--"

She passed the crowd at the scene one by one, and said with a sarcastic look on her face, "According to rumors outside, there is no one who can surpass her in the perfume association, which represents the highest level of perfume industry!"

The president's green face turned green again.

And those who were pointed at all lowered their heads with shamelessness.

Wanbo held the handkerchief and kept wiping the cold sweat that kept flowing from his forehead.

The other party sneered again, "A girl who is only nineteen years old has such a brilliant technique. You can imagine when she started practicing and how much hard work she has done. With such strong strength to base her foundation, she needs to cheat?!"

The entire conference room was in silence with needles falling to the ground.

The cold sweat on Wanbo's head was seeping down like a waterfall.

"The most important thing is..." The female cheongsam perfumer glanced at Mr. Huo beside her, with a sigh in her eyes, and she still said the sentence, "She is Mrs. Yunmiao's daughter."

What?!

At this moment, in the conference room, some of the elderly perfumers raised their heads in shock.

Mrs. Yunmiao's reputation in the perfume industry is still well-known even twenty years after her death.

After all, she was the only one who made it...

Perfumers who were lucky enough to be in the same era as her had a hint of awe and nostalgia in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, the president suddenly knelt in front of Mr. Huo, "Teacher, the student is wrong. The student will go and investigate this matter immediately. I will definitely give Miss Yun Qing justice!"

He finally understood why Mr. Huo was so angry.

Mrs. Yunmiao was once the old man’s favorite disciple.

Her early death was not only a loss to the entire perfume industry, but also the biggest regret of Mr. Huo in his life.

When the news of Mrs. Yunmiao's death came, the old man was seriously ill.

Now that he saw her daughter stepping onto the stage of the perfume industry, he was still immersed in the joy of seeing his old friend's style, he suddenly got the news that Yun Qing might be disqualified by the perfume organization. How could he not be furious?

Mr. Huo snorted coldly, "I know some of you are not convinced. I think it is me who are relying on my seniority to suppress others, ignoring the facts, and deliberately favoring A Miao's daughter."

He stared at Wan Bo with sharp eyes, "Since that's the case--"
Chapter completed!