The secretary opened his mouth: "Director Du, that Miss Ying is from Imperial Capital University, I heard she's good with computers too."
Director Du slumped in his chair, gritting his teeth, his muscles twitching: "We've been a brand for fifty years, why are we falling so quickly?"
Whether a product sells well or not depends entirely on the passersby, Yan Ruyu hired a famous spokesperson, but the fans' contribution is at most one-tenth.
The secretary pursed his lips, his voice strained: "Director Du, this Miss Ying's national popularity is probably higher than we thought, and, and there's also Old Mr. Mu..."
Yan Ruyu was convinced that the Divine Medical Saint wasn't so miraculous, which is why she added fuel to the fire.
This time, she had bet everything and lost.
Director Du regretted it deeply.
But now, it was too late.
**
On the other side.
City of the World.
The butler received Zhu Sha's instructions and had already delivered the token to the Sage Academy.
