Sayon, a cosmetic testing station.
Upon hearing this person's words, Elijah Bailey instantly wore an enlightened expression, as if he had spotted a savior.
After all, the person in front of him seemed to be in charge. It would definitely be more useful to turn to him than a minor tester.
With this in mind, Elijah Bailey hurriedly stepped forward, trying to butter him up
He had no choice but to keep his head down, given his circumstances. He had to obtain the test report of Jones Group today, otherwise, the press conference tomorrow would be meaningless.
Currently, he was the one who shouldered the Jones Group's critical mission. Any carelessness might throw the company into an unrecoverable situation.
But just as he got ready to kowtow, the deputy station master's face suddenly turned cold, and an indifferent expression emerged instantly.
"Sir, I..."