CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: HANZI CHA DELIBERATELY DRINKS EUGENE VAUGHN’S WATER

The employees present were not surprised by their conversation style.

Vivian Miller had long made sure everyone in the company, including the cleaning auntie, knew.

She and Eugene Vaughn had been childhood friends, were the closest and best of brothers, and their families were close like siblings.

As his secretary, she was domineering and bold; nobody in the company dared to offend her except Eugene Vaughn.

Not far away, a voice floated over.

"Victoria, give it to me."

"It’s fine, I can handle it."

Eugene Vaughn suddenly stood up and walked out of the showroom, everyone followed suit and stood up, their eyes following his back.

Seeing Victoria Sinclair carrying boxes from afar, Vivian Miller understood clearly, biting her lower lip with a touch of displeasure etched in her smile.

Eugene Vaughn strode over, Victoria Sinclair paused, looking at him.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the box from Victoria Sinclair’s hands.

Victoria Sinclair’s hands instantly felt light, somewhat stunned, standing there not knowing what to do.

"Where do I put it?" Eugene Vaughn asked.

Victoria Sinclair quickly pointed towards the showroom, "Over there."

Eugene Vaughn stepped towards the showroom.

The employees and managers were whispering among themselves, discussing.

"The boss came here just to inspect, but ended up helping others move goods, that’s a bit odd."

"Who’s that woman? She’s really pretty."

"Driven by lust?"

"I guess so, otherwise why would he, a big boss, personally help others move goods?"

Assistant Xiao Chen heard, gave them a look, "Don’t talk nonsense, that’s President Vaughn’s wife."

The gossiping sales staff quickly covered their surprised mouths, blinking to show understanding.

Vivian Miller suppressing her anger, squeezed a smile and walked over.

"Sister-in-law, so you’re also attending the pharmaceutical fair? What a coincidence!"

Victoria Sinclair had just entered the booth and heard Vivian Miller’s voice, turned to look at her, responding lightly, "Mm."

Eugene Vaughn put the medicine box on the glass counter in the showroom, glanced at the male colleague, "Anything else needs moving?"

"There are a few more boxes, I can do it myself." The male colleague said helplessly, "Without a cart, need to make several trips."

Eugene Vaughn beckoned to the sales manager in the distance.

The sales manager immediately brought employees over.

Eugene Vaughn said, "Bring a few people, go with him to move the goods."

The male colleague didn’t hold back: "Don’t need too many, two is enough."

At the moment to show loyalty, the sales manager personally led an employee to follow the male colleague to the underground parking lot to move things.

Victoria Sinclair and Angela Austin exchanged confused glances.

Vivian Miller scanned the humble booth, squeezed a smile, jokingly saying: "Sister-in-law, your exhibition hall is too shabby, giving people the first impression of a small company with no strength, who would dare to do business with you?"

Angela Austin clenched her fist, gritted her teeth suppressing anger, wanting to tear the girl apart.

But her words, though crude, were not entirely incorrect, leaving people with no room for rebuttal.

Victoria Sinclair’s character was cold, her emotions not easily visible, not responding to Vivian Miller’s words, taking a small knife to open a box.

"Sister-in-law, let me help you." Vivian Miller enthusiastically stepped forward, wanting to take the goods Victoria Sinclair pulled out of the box.

Victoria Sinclair dodged slightly, "No need."

In a moment.

Vivian Miller saw the sales manager and male colleague moving goods over, quickly went forward to lend a hand, showcasing a diligent, cheerful, and straightforward personality, instantly getting familiar with Victoria Sinclair’s male colleague.

This self-introduced girl, who loved to smile and was straightforward, was enthusiastic, the male colleague didn’t have any guarded thoughts, so they became familiar.

After moving the goods, the male colleague took out bottled water from a box, each person got a bottle, thanked those who helped.

Eugene Vaughn also received a water, looking around the booth, interested in the medicine description on the billboard, not intending to leave.

The sales manager led the employees back to their own booth, continuing to be busy.

Vivian Miller made the male colleague very happy, the two chatted and laughed, displaying the products together.

Angela Austin was furiously angry, walked to Victoria Sinclair, whispering, "Why can this girl hit it off with any man wherever she goes?"

Victoria Sinclair pursed her lips in a faint smile, didn’t respond, glanced at Eugene Vaughn with the corner of her eye.

He seemed very interested in the wall’s synopsis.

Victoria Sinclair picked up a box of vaccines, mustered her courage, walked to his side, handing it over.

Eugene Vaughn lowered his eyes, seeing the medicine in her hand, lifted his eyelids and stared at her face, a trace of curiosity in his gaze.

"This vaccine has a good effect, but many hospitals have their own supply channels, my company only has one salesperson, can’t achieve much performance..." Victoria Sinclair began to speak, but found the rest hard to articulate.

New meds don’t partner with him, still wanting him to help find a market for old meds, feeling somewhat shameless.

Victoria Sinclair was ashamed and went silent.

When Eugene Vaughn reached out, she instantly withdrew her hand, very embarrassedly lowered her head, "It’s fine."

Eugene Vaughn smiled, seeming to notice her awkwardness, reached out to take the vaccine from her hand, seriously looking at its packaging, "Go ahead, what do you want me to help with?"

Victoria Sinclair hesitated for a few seconds, decided against self-doubt, "Your medical equipment partners with many big hospitals, could you introduce one or two procurement heads to our salesperson?"

A small-scale pharmaceutical company like theirs, their salesperson can’t even meet hospital directors, let alone see the dean.

Without connections, big business can’t be done.

Eugene Vaughn leaned down, lowered his head near her face, softly murmured, "Even if I introduce them, are you sure your salesperson can secure big hospital orders?"

His breath was warm, like a heatwave enveloping her cheeks, his voice husky yet light, like a gentle spring breeze surrounding her ear.

Victoria Sinclair’s ears became hot, heart beat somewhat rapidly, nervously swallowing, "At least it’s a chance."

"If the salesperson isn’t effective, why not you, the company boss, go in person?" Eugene Vaughn slightly inclined towards her, his voice growing even gentler.

"I’m good at pharmaceutical research, I’m not adept at business negotiations." Victoria Sinclair lowered her eyes, not daring to look him directly, too close, feeling her heartbeat about to jump out of her throat.

"With me guiding, what are you afraid of?"

"You’re pretty busy too."

"No matter how busy, there’s always time to eat, won’t delay anything."

Victoria Sinclair nodded, feeling a bit unsure, requesting favors always required repayment.

Even if he was her husband, she couldn’t be boldly assertive.

In others’ eyes, they were sweetly whispering in the corner, no one dared to interrupt.

Angela Austin had a slight smile at the corner of her mouth

Vivian Miller couldn’t suppress the gloomy fire in her eyes.

Eugene Vaughn stared at Victoria Sinclair’s face for a while, straightened up, looked at the promotional synopsis in front of him, twisted open the bottle cap of mineral water, drank a big gulp.

Thinking it through, Victoria Sinclair said: "Then wait until the pharmaceutical fair is over, can we arrange a meeting when you have time?"

Eugene Vaughn responded, "Mm!"

"If the business is concluded, how much commission do I need to give you?" Victoria Sinclair seriously asked.

After all, when salespeople discuss business, there’s always commission.

Eugene Vaughn smiled knowingly, put down the mineral water in his hand, softly whispered, "These, we’ll discuss at home."

Victoria Sinclair agreed, "Okay."

Eugene Vaughn said no more, turned and left the booth, walking towards the inside of the exhibition hall.

Victoria Sinclair watched him walk into the restroom.

Her heart warmed inexplicably, lowered her head with a happy yet shy gentle laughter.

Vivian Miller came from the other side of the display case, looking around, casually picked up the mineral water Eugene Vaughn put down, twisting it open, "So thirsty."

As the words fell, she drank directly from the bottle.

Victoria Sinclair was stunned.

Seeing this, Angela Austin angrily walked over, clenched her fists word by word: "Vivian, that bottle of water is Eugene Vaughn’s, why are you drinking someone else’s water?"