Chapitre 1807: Still His Turf In The End

At the same time, at Eaton Bar.

Inside the VIP room, drinks were exchanged and raucous voices loudly chatted all around.

"Come, come! Let us all drink a toast to our designer, David!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers! The last season's sales were once again championed by History! Director David's contributions can't go unnoticed!"

"Before this, Spirit completely copied our style. They actually even attempted to steal our market share in vain. Our Director David probably had to teach them how to conduct themselves, hahaha!"

...

The room was filled with sounds of praises and David was red from drinking. He beamed as he said to the group of colleagues, "I've said that in this profession as a designer, it's not to see who travels the fastest, but to see who can travel the furthest!"

"Director David speaks words of wisdom! I'm going to write this down. It's best to let those rookies, who overestimate their abilities, see how a real designer is like!"