My girlfriend is from the future!

"The company's artists didn't have many collaborations with Dior to begin with, so if it's terminated, it's fine. However, on the surfing line, you're only in charge of film and television business. You can't make decisions about collaborations between Dior and platforms in a business ecosystem with just one sentence."

High in the sky, Bai Wenyu flipped through a fashion magazine. After listening to her son's retelling, she gave him a gentle reminder.

Sitting next to her, Yu Naoqiu ate the ice cream that the flight attendant had just brought, her eyes fixed on He Tianran, who was giving a work report. She listened silently without offering any opinions.

"It doesn't matter. They don't know if what I say counts. Anyway, I've said what I meant and my attitude is there. If you're in the brand business and you don't have any basic credibility, and I have to explain everything, I'll be overwhelmed."

He Tianran didn't take it seriously. In terms of his position, he indeed had no right to interfere with the ecological cooperation between Surfline and brands, especially globally renowned high-end brands like Dior. However, in terms of scale, Surfline's influence in the text and image field has far surpassed that of Weibo, and in the short video field, it is also showing a trend of competing with Douyin. It has become an indispensable publicity channel on the domestic Internet.

Therefore, any individual or brand that needs to expand and maintain its influence in China would not choose to antagonize the young leader of the Shanhai Group; that would be absolutely unwise.

Social media platforms tend to remain neutral to some extent, not deliberately targeting any brand based on a single comment. A financial conglomerate of Dior's size wouldn't be overly concerned either. However, when powerful entities clash, ordinary people suffer. If this had happened to Dior's domestic team in China, even a mere warning would have been devastating…

That's exactly the effect He Tianran wanted.

Bai Wenyu closed the magazine:
"It's better if she refuses. Wen Liang doesn't have any high-end luxury brand endorsements right now. If she wears Dior instead of Bulgari, she might lose favor with other clothing brands. So, it's best for her to choose some independent designer brands. Also, the jewelry Bulgari is offering her this time is a pair of earrings and a necklace made of rubellite pink tourmaline. The dress requirement is a low-cut neckline and a backless design..."

She raised her hand and glanced down at her watch:
“We’ll arrive in Shanghai at 3:30, so you’d better get her clothing sorted out before 6:00.”

"Me...? Okay."

He Tianran smiled helplessly. Although Bai Wenyu was now in charge of all the fashion resources for the company's artists, and he had no experience in this area, he couldn't afford to show any weakness now, especially considering how confident he was when he rejected Dior earlier.

"Call Ai Qing now."

Bai Wenyu's gaze drifted to the boundless sea of ​​clouds outside the spaceship, and He Tianran was taken aback:
"Ai Qing?"

“When Wen Liang was shooting for VOGUE in Shanghai before, only Ai Qing had Zhang Yu’s contact information. I heard that Zhang Yu had a good impression of Wen Liang, so maybe he can help me this time. I won’t get involved.”

Bai Wenyu said all she wanted to say. She also had her contact information, but the reason she didn't give it to her son directly was to create some opportunities for the two of them to communicate.

Although she wasn't entirely clear about the current situation between Cao Aiqing and He Tianran, she could roughly sense that the two had been growing distant recently... especially that time when Yu Naoqiu entered He Tianran's office and the man came out again with a face full of hickeys.

Even now, Bai Wenyu has not fully forgiven He Tianran.

"...I understand, I'll consider it."

He Tianran was silent for two seconds, then answered, stood up, and walked out of the cabin where Bai Wenyu was.

Not long after the man left, Yu Naoqiu sat down in the seat that He Tianran had just occupied, while Bai Wenyu reopened the magazine.

"Aunt Bai..."

"Ok?"

"I have some resources in Shanghai, do you need me to make some arrangements?"

The girl's words carried a hint of eagerness and closeness, but Bai Wenyu remained calm.

"What, you don't trust your Brother Tianran?"

"No, no... I just wanted to help out..."

"A woman wouldn't be enough to make him lose his mind..."

Bai Wenyu's gaze shot straight at her over the top of the magazine. Yu Naoqiu was unsure whether this was a veiled meaning or not, so she could only respond with a serene smile.

"By the way, I heard from your dad that the Harbour City project has started. You've been getting quite close to Yuan Chong lately, is it to help him out?"

"Yes, my dad arranged it. He said it was so I could learn from him too."

Bai Wenyu nodded:

“I haven’t had much contact with Yuan Chong, but I heard from Lao He that Tianran’s younger brother is quite nice. Nao Nao, if you’re interested, I can help you two get together.”

"Uh... no need, Aunt Bai, I... Chong and I are just friends, he has a girlfriend."

Bai Wenyu seemed to suddenly realize something and laughed:
"Oh, I see... Oh dear, I had forgotten about it until you mentioned it. I almost misunderstood. Thank you for reminding me, Nao Nao."

Yu Naoqiu nodded slightly, without showing any dissatisfaction on his face.

She had come here hoping to build a good relationship with Bai Wenyu beforehand, since they were both invited to the Bulgari dinner party. However, she never expected that the other party would give her a hard time as soon as the topic came up.

It seemed that to gain Bai Wenyu's approval, she would have to choose sides between the two brothers first. Yu Naoqiu's mind raced, but she maintained a polite smile. She gently put down the ice cream scoop, as if the witty conversation just now was nothing more than casual chat.

"No need to thank me, Aunt Bai is right, I was being presumptuous."

Following Bai Wenyu's lead, she deftly changed the subject, no longer pressing the issue.
"Speaking of which, I heard that many of the items on display at this Bulgari gala are from their classic collections. Aunt Bai, you have a good eye, so you'll have to give me some advice then."

Seeing that she was so sensible, Bai Wenyu withdrew her gaze and refocused her attention on the magazine, casually replying:
"talk later."

The atmosphere returned to calm, with only the steady roar of the aircraft engines filling the silence in the luxurious cabin.

Yu Naoqiu picked up the champagne glass beside him and gently swirled the golden liquid inside. Bai Wenyu, that old fox, really still sides with Cao Aiqing...

……

……

The cabin compartment on the other side.

He Tianran walked through the narrow passage, deliberately slowing his pace. He could feel Wu Xiao silently but very noticeably following him not far behind.

The door to the cubicle was half open, and you could hear Li Lan speaking in a low voice to her assistant, occasionally punctuated by a brief, cool response.

He stood at the door, not going in immediately, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the phone in his pocket.

Bai Wenyu asked him to contact Cao Aiqing, and he understood the meaning behind this action.

But what Bai Wenyu didn't know was whether it was just to borrow a dress, or for Wen Liang's sake...

He Tianran understood that Cao Aiqing wouldn't put him in a difficult position on such a matter, but this was a bit too much...

"Come in, are you standing at the door like a gatekeeper?"

A warm, cool voice came from inside, interrupting his hesitation.

Hearing the sound, He Tianran pushed open the door and entered.

The small room was comfortably and elegantly furnished. Li Lan and her assistant were sitting by the window, discussing something on a tablet.

Wen Liang sat on the sofa with a thin blanket over her legs and a book in her hand, while a makeup artist beside her applied makeup for the banquet that evening.

Hearing the noise, she lazily raised her eyelids, glanced at He Tianran, and then quickly looked away.

That deliberate distance was like a thin layer of ice, covering the two of them.

Upon seeing this, Li Lan quickly stood up and said, "Director He, you've arrived."

He Tianran nodded and asked Wen Liang, "Do you know about the clothing?"

Wen Liang seemed not to hear, turning a page of her book with a soft rustling sound. Li Lan felt a little awkward, glancing at her artist and then at her boss, unsure how to respond.

He Tianran broke the silence first, walking over to the sofa opposite Wen Liang and sitting down, his tone calm:
"I have already rejected Dior's offer, and all cooperation has been terminated."

Wen Liang paused in her book-turning, finally looking up with a hint of surprise in her eyes: "Then tonight..."

"Afraid of not having enough clothes to wear?"

He Tianran made a joke, which earned him a glare from Wen Liang.

"Can we talk about work, Mr. He? If we can't borrow an outfit tonight, Bulgari won't let me show up at this kind of event. Not only will we have to pay a penalty for breach of contract, but all the artists in the company will be implicated... What do you plan to do?"

When it comes to work, Wen Liang remained as serious as ever. Even though the rift between them from a few days ago still lingered, it did not hinder their attitude towards handling official business.

"My original plan was to contact some boutiques or high-end brands in Shanghai once I got there, to see if there were any suitable options..."

“Impossible, boss…” Li Lan interrupted him from the side, “These kinds of gifts usually need to be reserved in advance. If you suddenly go looking for them, it’s almost impossible to find them. Even if we are lucky enough to find one or two, the size, style, and specifications will most likely not match.”

Upon hearing this, He Tianran sank into the sofa, tilting his head back:
"Ah, I see... can't find it?"

“Can’t find it…” Li Lan shook her head, but then added some good news: “However, it seems that Dior listened to you. They sent me a few WeChat messages after boarding the plane. It looks like there’s room for negotiation. Should we…?”

This statement seemed to give He Tianran a bit of inspiration, but not from Dior's compromise, but rather...

"WeChat? Oh, I forgot there's Wi-Fi on this plane."

Li Lan really couldn't keep up with He Tianran's unconventional thinking, and could only facepalm and confirm again:
"Mr. He, should we talk to Dior again? After all, they've already prepared the clothes, so we can just pick them up when we arrive."

He Tianran, who was tapping on his phone, looked up and smiled:
"Sister Lan, I've noticed that you're quite a worrier; you like to do everything yourself."

"Mr. He... I don't understand what you mean..."

"It's nothing, it's just that a good horse shouldn't go back to eat the grass it already grazed; that's the most degrading thing to do."

Amidst the laughter and conversation, He Tianran had already put away his phone and said inexplicably, "If you can't find it, then just wait for someone else to send it to you. What brand of haute couture do you like?"

"Me?" Wen Liang was taken aback, wondering why he would suddenly ask this.

"Of course, who else would it be but you?"

"I had no choice..."

Wen Liang muttered to herself, not believing that He Tianran had any high-end brand executives in his phone, but she still couldn't help but feel a little envious when the topic came up:
"I like Guo Pei."

"who--?!"

Well, that's like casting pearls before swine.

"A designer brand!"

"Oh... I really am ignorant, hahaha..."

Having said that, He Tianran stopped talking about the topic. He really wasn't interested in these things. He simply instructed the makeup artist behind Wen Liang:
"Please do this for me in a bit."

The makeup artist quickly nodded and agreed.

The women exchanged glances, unsure of what He Tianran was planning. Seeing him curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed, taking a nap, they dared not speak too loudly...

Wen Liang noticed that he was typing on his phone, so she took out her phone as well. The moment she unlocked the screen, a message popped up. It was an update from someone she had set as a special contact, and that person was He Tianran.

The girl clicked on it and a strange emotion welled up inside her. The gist of He Tianran's post was...

Tonight is an important occasion, and I need a stunning outfit to match top-notch jewelry. Unfortunately, my original 'partner' has failed me at the last minute, and I'm urgently looking for a new 'partner' who is truly discerning and reliable.

He didn't say who he was writing this for, nor did he mention any specific brand, but the implication between the lines that "top-tier resources are waiting to be filled" was enough to make those shrewd old foxes in the fashion industry take notice.

If you can't find it, then wait for someone else to bring it to you.

Wen Liang immediately understood the meaning behind He Tianran's words, and at that very moment, Li Lan's phone, which was on the table, rang:
"Buzz-buzz-"

Li Lan picked it up and looked at it, then looked at Wen Liang, who was also looking at her with surprise. The former's deliberately lowered voice couldn't hide her excitement:
"Ah Liang, it's CHANEL..."

"Sister Lan, have your assistant prepare. Your phone will probably be ringing off the hook after we land. Filter the calls and only answer calls from top brands and a few top domestic independent designers. Ignore the rest."

He Tianran, who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, turned over and left a message.

"Understood!" Li Lan replied immediately, her spirits high.

After that, her phone started receiving inquiries from different brands every few minutes...

……

……

The plane landed smoothly on the private helipad at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport.

When the group walked out of the VIP passage, they were greeted not by fans or media, but by dozens of well-dressed brand PR personnel who had been waiting there, holding brand logo gift bags or clothes hangers, their expressions both eager and restrained.

Chanel's camellia logo, Gucci's double G print, Valentino's studded elements, Versace's Medusa head... and even a few representatives who were clearly from top domestic independent designer studios, holding design catalogs and anxiously standing on tiptoe to look around.

Several high-end representatives, each holding a dress bag, fixed their gazes precisely on Wen Liang, their faces displaying just the right amount of enthusiasm and professionalism.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes and money, as well as a silent yet intense atmosphere of competition.

Bai Wenyu's gaze swept over them indifferently from behind his sunglasses, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips, before he walked straight to his car.

Yu Naoqiu watched with great interest, his gaze shifting between the dazzling brand representatives and the surrounded He Tianran and Wen Liang. A shrewd glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were assessing the value behind this "fashion bidding" and the astonishing appeal He Tianran was currently displaying.
After her initial shock, Wen Liang quickly regained her composure. She nodded slightly, her gaze calm, and handed the initiative over to Li Lan beside her.

Li Lan took a deep breath, forced herself to remain calm, and quickly stepped forward to deal with the situation:
"Thank you all for your hard work, teachers. Our General Manager He and Ms. Wen just got off the plane; they have a very tight schedule..."

He Tianran had his hands in his leather jacket pockets, and sunglasses covered most of his face. He seemed somewhat indifferent to the scene before him that would make any celebrity's vanity explode.

He ignored the eager greetings from the brand representatives, turned his head and whispered a few instructions to Wu Xiao behind him, then walked straight through the crowd towards the Rolls-Royce that was already waiting.

He stopped in front of the car door, turned around, and Wu Xiao handed him a cigarette and a lighter at the right moment.

"Click."

An orange flame danced between his fingers, igniting the tobacco.

He Tianran took off his sunglasses, took a deep breath, and the bluish-white smoke slowly dissipated in the slightly chilly air of Shanghai.

Through the smoke, he watched as those usually aloof brand representatives now fawned over Li Lan, trying their best to show their sincerity. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

"Winter in Shanghai..."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a unique, languid yet all-encompassing tone:

"The wind is definitely tougher than in the port city." (End of Chapter)