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Ye Mo Li stepped into the Hair Care Summit venue and was instantly awestruck by the grandeur before her.
The entire hall was incredibly spacious, with a high ceiling adorned with crystal chandeliers that refracted light into a soft golden glow, illuminating the booths of hair care brands from around the world. Whether it was a globally renowned hair care giant or a fledgling new brand, they all gathered here, and the bustling crowd filled the air with a palpable sense of negotiation and competition.
The hair care products displayed at the booths were diverse—top-tier hair serums, exclusive washing and care technologies, and so-called black tech that promised to make hair "as smooth as silk." Each company was determined to stand out at this grand event. The most important goal, undoubtedly, was to catch the eye of Ethan Lux's decision-maker—Manager Leng—among the myriad of products.
However, this was no easy task.
The venue was filled with eager competitors, especially those lesser-known small brands, each harboring hopes and ambitions, hoping to carve out a path in this commercial battlefield. Ye Mo Li and Shen Dudu were undoubtedly among these countless small brands.
As Ye Mo Li navigated through the crowd, she shook her head and looked around, trying to locate her booth or at least catch sight of Shen Dudu. The scale of the summit was far beyond what she had imagined; every aisle was packed with brand representatives in sharp suits and sales personnel holding tablets, ready to jot down information at any moment. Almost every corner buzzed with discussions about collaboration details, creating an atmosphere as tense as a war that could erupt at any moment.
Just as she was getting dizzy and nearly bumped into a display person holding fragrance hair oil, suddenly—
“Hey! Ye Mo Li! Over here!”
A crisp yet slightly delicate voice called out from nearby. Ye Mo Li turned sharply to see a small, round figure in the crowd vigorously waving its arms like an unruly little snowball.
Shen Dudu—her dear friend and partner.
This petite woman had naturally curly hair that resembled a soft cloud. The most striking feature was the tuft of hair on her head that could never be straightened, stubbornly sticking up in front of her forehead like a symbol of resilience against wind and rain. Her round cheeks were slightly flushed with nervousness and excitement as her big sparkling eyes searched for Ye Mo Li among the throng. When their gazes finally met, she immediately jumped up excitedly, waving her hands as if afraid Ye Mo Li wouldn’t find her.
“Come over here quickly!” Shen Dudu called out anxiously, her tone laced with both excitement and exasperation. “Our booth is right here! If you keep looking around, you might get lost in this sea of hair care products!”
Seeing this, Ye Mo Li couldn’t help but smile and quickened her pace toward the little round snowball.
Shen Dudu skillfully weaved through the crowd; her petite frame moved like an adept eel, darting here and there without being hindered by the crowded venue. In contrast, Ye Mo Li followed silently behind her with steady steps. Though she wasn’t as agile as Shen Dudu, she maintained her own rhythm—neither rushing nor lagging behind—ensuring she wouldn’t lose track while also not pushing past others hastily.
Finally, after navigating through row after row of booths filled with hair care products, they arrived at their own stall—Her Hair Care.
Ye Mo Li looked up at the sign hanging above their booth, black background with silver letters, simple yet powerful. Despite not being luxurious in this grand hair care event, and lacking flashy lights or gold leaf decorations, it symbolized something—a testament to the hard work of her and Shen Dudu, a tangible achievement that belonged to them.
A surge of pride welled up inside her.
This was not a renowned brand backed by vast financial resources or endorsed by world-class celebrities, but it was a brand they had built step by step. From the initial experimental formulas to countless improvements, and now standing on this stage facing the world's top hair care giants, she knew this was their opportunity.
“Hey! What are you daydreaming about?” Shen Dudu's voice pulled her back to reality. The petite woman had already stood beside her, poking her arm anxiously while extending her hand. “Hurry up! Give me the bag!”
Ye Mo Li raised an eyebrow, not moving, a smile playing on her lips. “Why are you so nervous?”
“Of course!” Shen Dudu glared at her. “Did you bring the Underarm Hair Nourishing Essence Oil, Underarm Styling Spray, Extreme Repair Hair Mask, and Ultimate Hairline Spray or not?”
Her words came out in a rush, infused with an innate sense of urgency. Her hands gestured wildly as if Ye Mo Li were to say “I forgot” at any moment, and she would stomp her feet in frustration.
Ye Mo Li couldn’t help but chuckle. She gently patted Shen Dudu's head and handed her the bag. “I brought them; don’t worry.”
Shen Dudu snatched it up and quickly unzipped it to confirm that all the bottles were there before letting out a long sigh of relief.
“Phew—thank goodness.” She patted her chest and muttered softly, “Otherwise, if something goes wrong at today’s exhibition, I’d just crack open right here for you to see.”
Ye Mo Li smiled and looked around before taking a deep breath. Then she lifted her head to gaze at the entire venue.
This day had only just begun.
The venue of the Hair Care Summit resembled a battlefield without smoke, with each brand vying for attention, attempting to attract the bustling crowd. The booths of major companies were dazzling with lights and lavish decorations, filled with a variety of high-end products, and professional models were invited to demonstrate on-site, allowing everyone to witness the miraculous effects of the products firsthand.
“Come, come! This hair serum will make your hair as smooth as silk with just one drop!”
“Look at this model's hair! After being treated with our latest technology, it shines brilliantly and feels like luxurious velvet!”
The crowds surged in front of the booths of various brands; spectators either tried the products themselves or watched the transformations of the models' hair. Media reporters were also capturing footage, documenting this grand event in the hair care industry. However, when attention shifted to the booth of Her Hair Care, the scene appeared… somewhat desolate.
There were no extravagant decorations, no dazzling lights, and no elegantly dressed models with silky hair showcasing the products. Instead, a few bottles of Underarm Hair Nourishing Essence Oil, Underarm Styling Spray, Extreme Repair Hair Mask, and Ultimate Hairline Spray were simply placed on the table, quietly lying there as if they were out of place in this grand competition.
Passersby merely glanced over before disinterestedly turning toward other booths that offered more “visual impact.”
Shen Dudu crossed her arms and watched helplessly as the neighboring booth was packed with people while theirs remained empty. She couldn’t help but sigh, “Tsk… these people are so superficial. Without models to showcase our products, do they not even believe in their effectiveness?”
Ye Mo Li leaned against the table with her arms crossed, a hint of a wry smile on her lips. “Our products aren’t meant for live demonstrations of shiny hair. These people are only here for visual effects; they can’t be bothered to understand the essence of what we offer.”
“But if this continues, we’ll be completely overlooked…” Shen Dudu pouted her small round face in frustration as she watched the crowd pass by without stopping. “Even if our products are truly effective, if no one tries them or sees their results, we won’t have a chance for anyone to get to know us!”
She looked down at the products on the table; the sign for Her Hair Care hung quietly above them. Compared to the surrounding booths filled with cutting-edge technology and even AI analysis techniques, they seemed rather ordinary.
Ye Mo Li’s gaze deepened slightly; she didn’t speak but reached out to gently turn a bottle of Underarm Hair Nourishing Essence Oil on the table, letting its surface glimmer under the light.
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