Freeman: "Enough! You're bullying people too much!"
Yang Chen: "Are you going to wear it or not? If you don't, I'll call Arnold and have you fired!"
Freeman: "You..."
Wu Yue advised, "Mr. Freeman, just put it on. Let him vent, and this matter will be over. If you don't go along with him, who knows how he might target you in the future? Just endure it and put it on."
Freeman was truly humiliated to the point of tears. Having served LV diligently for thirty years and being a well-known designer in the industry, he now faced such humiliation from Yang Chen, feeling a sense of disgrace in his late career.
The designers below the stage had become numb, each with an iron-blue expression staring at Yang Chen.
If this wasn't a design contest hosted by the LVMH Group, they would have already left in disgust.
Just as Freeman put on the shorts, Yang Chen had already picked out shoes for him.
Yang Chen sized things up and then set his sights on the cleaning lady.
