"Did you just say this Nangong Qingcheng started a small front business?"
Dongfang Hui glanced at the photo of Nangong Qingcheng again and suddenly gave a faint smile, with a hint of conspiracy brewing in his eyes.
"That's right, seems like it's called Fengming. It's just a shell company, doing some online live sales, nothing big," Pan Sheng said disdainfully.
"Then it's easy to handle. Later on, help me send her an invitation to the Business Alliance Conference. Find some decent excuse, suggest that I admire her, and personally invited her. But make sure it's not too abrupt or too obvious, understand?" Dongfang Hui said meaningfully.
"Young Master Hui, you personally sending an invitation to someone like her?"
Pan Sheng immediately felt a sense of imbalance. A personal invitation from the president's son is so precious, why should Qingcheng get it? Just because of a pretty face?
