Qin Yunxi glanced at the screen. Charles? The person in charge of this Milan Fashion Week?
He slid to the green button.
Caroline held the phone to her ear and had just said, "Hello," when Charles's voice came through, "The clothes are ready. Where are you? I'll have someone bring them over."
Caroline's eyes snapped open. "Okay, I'll send you my location."
Trouble was brewing!
After hanging up, Caroline stood up and moved out of Qin Yunxi's embrace. "I can't go abroad with you. I still have things to handle."
Qin Yunxi raised an eyebrow. "What is it? Can it wait?"
Caroline smiled slightly. "I need to go see Sister Xin."
Qin Yunxi: "—"
While he was silent, Caroline walked towards the exit and said, "We'll play again next time. Bye."
Qin Yunxi's thoughts paused for a moment. He chased after her and called out, "Caroline!"
Caroline had already gotten off the helicopter and looked back at him. "What is it?"
Qin Yunxi tilted his head. "Get back on, I'll take you."
Caroline's heart leaped with joy. The fish was biting, but she maintained her composure. "I need to pick something up first."
She spread her hands, signaling him to come down.
Qin Yunxi couldn't refuse a beautiful woman's invitation and descended the helicopter in a few steps.
Caroline gave him a hug, then linked her arm with his. "Shall we eat first?"
"The items will arrive in a while."
Qin Yunxi playfully flicked her nose, his affection evident. "Whatever you say!"
The two enjoyed their meal in good spirits. Caroline received her package and then took Qin Yunxi's helicopter to India.
Du Ruoxin and Rong Jingyang's plane landed after several hours of flight.
Fan Yinghao was there to pick them up.
The group first went to the hotel to wash away their fatigue, changed their clothes, and then attended a banquet.
Breaking into this populous country with new energy vehicles was not easy. Rong Jingyang had been negotiating for half a year, and now it was the final stage.
India had three well-known car brands: Tata, Mahindra, and Maruti.
Among them, Tata, backed by American financial magnates and managed by powerful local forces, had formed a monopolistic influence.
Marconi's new energy vehicles were part of an American conglomerate, naturally forming a strong alliance with Tata.
The remaining Mahindra and Maruti, especially Mahindra, had the smallest market share, and together they were no match for Tata alone.
From a purely economic perspective, the best option was naturally to form a joint venture with Tata to maximize profits.
Therefore, whether it was Marconi, the Rothschild family, or Rong Jingyang, they were all in contact with the Tata Group.
Tonight, the chairman of the Tata Group was hosting the eighteenth birthday celebration for his only beloved granddaughter, and Rong Jingyang was invited.
In India, the status of women was extremely low. Everywhere, one could hear men forcing themselves on women, and even if caught, they wouldn't go to jail.
Some parents even "sold their daughters for glory," treating their daughters as mere tools.
But Aethel was different. She was the only daughter in the family. Her grandfather had received a Western education since childhood, and his thinking was not old-fashioned or rigid.
Therefore, even though the status of women in all of India was extremely low, Aethel did not feel any injustice.
She was doted on by her grandfather, cherished in his heart, and could have anything she desired.
Tonight was Aethel's coming-of-age ceremony, and also an opportunity for her grandfather to choose a future husband for his beloved granddaughter.
He had invited the young talents of Indian high society, including those from well-matched wealthy families, rising political stars, and highly educated scientific researchers.
It was an extremely lively affair.
Du Ruoxin wore a modest light purple gown today. Before leaving, she had a small unpleasant incident with Rong Jingyang.
The makeup artist spent an hour applying exquisite and beautiful makeup to her. However, the moment Rong Jingyang saw her, his face darkened, and he told her to wash it off.
Du Ruoxin was a little unhappy. Was her Indian makeup ugly?
No!
It wasn't ugly; it was stunning.
She was confident in her own beauty.
Rong Jingyang must have been worried that she was too beautiful and would overshadow Aethel, thus affecting his business.
Alas!
Du Ruoxin was in a mood.