Chapter 423: We Do Not Export Commodities, But We Can Export Standards

Ideal City.

Standing before a spacious door, Fang Chang halted his steps, glanced at the envelope in his hand, and extracted a card from it before swiping it over the door.

A pale blue ripple spread across the door lock, and with a click, the door swung open.

What greeted his eyes was a broad reception room. The checkerboard carpet in black, white, and gray hues had several sofas placed upon it, and the decor, minimalist yet atmospheric, indeed had a corporate feel.

In this crowded city, spaciousness was a luxury in itself.

A woman around twenty-five or twenty-six years old sat on the central sofa. She sported a silver coat that draped impressively over her slender legs, and her delicate facial features were framed by two graceful eyebrows.

Those gentle eyebrows resembled soft new moons that couldn't hide the spirited sparkle in her eyes and the lively glint within them.

Most attendees at this evening's event were high society from Ideal City.