I quickly tidied myself up and stepped out of the modest yet memorable inn, and sure enough, saw a white BMW 3 Series parked outside.

Before I could get close, the car door swung open and a woman wearing white prescription glasses stepped out. I recognized her because I had met her once when I delivered food to Mi Cai at Zhuomei.

"Mr. Zhao Yang, this way."

I walked towards her, apologizing, "Sorry to have kept you waiting!"

She indicated it was no problem and gestured for me to enter the car. I opened the passenger door and sat down.

As we drove off, I struck up a conversation with her, "Why did Miss Mi suddenly go to America?"@@novelbin@@

The assistant replied, "She's preparing for Zhuomei's NASDAQ listing. If all goes well, Zhuomei will become a listed group within a year."

I couldn't help but exclaim, "That's impressive!"

The assistant smiled, "After all, Zhuomei is a decades-old department store brand. We have the strength to apply for a listing, and the group indeed needs funds for a new leap, especially as the impact of emerging e-commerce on traditional retail becomes increasingly evident."

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