In just under five years, the Shanyue Zhiheng brand has swiftly become a high-end domestic fashion brand with considerable international influence.
Last year, it was even invited to participate in the most prestigious international fashion event. If she remembers correctly, it was trending for several days.
Since then, its popularity has shown no signs of waning.
Many celebrities attending red carpet events no longer just focus on those big foreign brands; quite a few red carpet outfits from Shanyue Zhiheng have gone viral.
As an agent in the entertainment industry, Tong Yue is naturally much more insightful about this kind of information than the average person.
She has occasionally dreamed of her artists landing an endorsement from the Shanyue Zhiheng brand.
However, she never imagined Shanyue Zhiheng would be connected to the Shen Group. After all, judging by the information available to the public and what’s been searched online, the Shen Group has traditionally been involved in conventional industries. National fashion brands and the entertainment industry, which have only become popular in recent years, don’t seem to be part of Shen Group’s visible scope.
But large groups have a plethora of internal information that only top executives can access fully. Ordinary people can only glean a tiny fraction through online channels, and even basic employees within the group may not know what industries the group is involved in.
The hotel’s internet speed was fast, and just a sip of water to calm her nerves revealed the results.
The three of them huddled around the tablet screen, looking at the answers underneath the question.
There weren’t many accounts answering this question, both personal and official ones.
Lu Zhengzheng scrolled through the screen, found what seemed to be the most reliable and recent account, and read aloud: "Shanyue Zhiheng was founded in xx year and is currently one of the most well-known fashion brands in the country. The founder, Shen Chuyue, established the Shanyue Zhiheng studio on the eve of her college graduation and propelled it to international fame in less than five years. Nevertheless, rumors have it that besides her outstanding talent, capital might also have helped facilitate her success."
"Currently, the most common speculation is that Shen Group is behind her, after all, Shen Chuyue also has the surname Shen and might even be a legitimate member of the Shen family. But Shen Chuyue hasn’t responded to this, nor has any association between Shanyue Zhiheng and Shen Group been verified. Thus, this is purely the editor’s personal conjecture. Ahem, please forgive any offense!"
Tong Yue rubbed her ears and cast a wry glance at Lu Zhengzheng: "There’s no need to read those last two sentences."
Lu Zhengzheng chuckled: "It’s good to start and end properly!"
Xu Ling’an looked at the name purposely highlighted in blue on the screen and softly read aloud: "Shen Chuyue."
Two pairs of eyes immediately looked over, "An’an, do you know this person as well?"
"No, no," Xu Ling’an quickly shook her head, "I just think the name sounds nice and quite poetic."
"Indeed." Tong Yue and Lu Zhengzheng both nodded in agreement.
They continued searching for other answers, but none confirmed that Shanyue Zhiheng belonged to the Shen Group; most were just speculation.
Tong Yue closed the tablet with a wave of her hand, "Forget it; it’s nothing worth dwelling on. Let nature take its course. You two have been following Lingxi the whole day; go back to your room for a bath and rest up."
Xu Ling’an paused at the bedroom door, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing more.
She actually had a hypothesis.
To date, she had only met two people from the Shen family.
Brother-in-law Shen Yunqing, and Shen Yunqing’s cousin Shen Huchen. By listening to their names, they shared one common trait, which was a traditional, uncommon flavor.
And the name Shen Chuyue that she had just seen was also in this style.
However, based on this name similarity alone, she couldn’t definitively say they were from the same family.
Jiang Lingxi only remembered before falling asleep that she forgot to confirm something with Shen Yunqing.
Were those three dresses ordered by him and sent to Tong’s sister?
With her eyes half-closed, she reached for her phone to check the time, then silently decided against sending a message.
Anyway, they would meet again tomorrow, no need to rush.
While it was peaceful on one side, some people were still sleepless.
"Teacher Jing, Sister Xu is in a bad mood today."
The two of them exchanged glances and smiled wryly at one another.
If the person they needed to serve carefully was unhappy, they naturally couldn’t feel at ease.
He himself wasn’t having a good day either!
First, he was outperformed by an amateur guest in the calligraphy segment. Then, he embarrassed himself at dinner with Xu Qingmei. Fortunately, no one noticed at the time, but later on, a high school student, who happened to be his fan, gave him a lecture on not wasting food.
That meal was mandatory, and he ate without any enjoyment.
Who could he talk to about all this pent-up frustration?
Jing Huai suppressed the urge to complain and thoughtfully nodded, "Let me have a word with Sister Qingmei to see if I can lift her spirits a bit."
Otherwise, he’d still be the one to bear the brunt.
The assistant looked relieved, "Thank you, Teacher Jing."
A fellow traveler dies, but the poor one survives. Having gained from participating in this episode, it’s imperative to offer something in return.
She watched Jing Huai leave.
Today, she stayed beside Xu Qingmei and witnessed her repeated setbacks in front of that Mr. Shen, to the point of losing face completely.
It became evident later that Mr. Shen knew Jiang Lingxi, and their relationship seemed decent, which was like stabbing another knife into Xu Qingmei’s already wounded pride.
Nobody likes having their embarrassing moments seen by others, especially by those they have authority over.
As an assistant, it was best for her now to subtly withdraw from the sight of her superior, avoiding annoyance. Check latest chapters at novel fire.net
Fortunately, Jing Huai was available to step in at this time.
Jing Huai lightly knocked on the door of the presidential suite and waited nearly fifteen minutes before hearing, "Get in here!"
Of course, he wouldn’t literally roll in. Once inside, he remained quiet and walked towards the only lit balcony.
"Go, change into this outfit before coming over."
Jing Huai followed the direction of Xu Qingmei’s gesture, seeing a gray silk embroidered shirt. Though puzzled, it’s not the time to ask. He obediently took it to the restroom to change.
When he emerged dressed, Xu Qingmei looked up at the noise and immediately frowned upon seeing him.
Jing Huai didn’t catch it clearly, instinctively asking, "What?"
"Nothing," Xu Qingmei dismissively waved, pointing to the sofa, "Sit there properly, don’t speak, just sit."
What’s the meaning of this now?
But since he just needed to sit quietly and not serve as a punching bag, as he gravitated towards the sofa and sat, he safely released a sigh of relief in the dim light.
He didn’t hear Xu Qingmei mutter indistinctly, "Finally, there’s a bit of resemblance."