Confused within, clear to those outside.
The African painter doesn't quite understand his own worth; it's no wonder he's easily deceived.
Her agent actually allowed him to adopt such a painting technique, clearly marking him as incompetent garbage.
"Ding——"
The VIP elevator arrived at the floor where the marketing department is located, and slowly opened to both sides.
Director Charlie was already waiting at the door. He saw Vellein and just greeted him with a slight nod, then signaled the illustrator to follow him.
They entered the report observation room of the marketing department.
Director Charlie didn't even glance at Osborne, but instead smiled at a short, plump elderly gentleman with a white little mustache and a face full of wrinkles beside the president, introducing him to Vellein.
