In return, she would provide Alvis with high-quality raw materials, and with his background, he could also assist her in the perfume industry.
Alvis sensed that her relationship with Jiang Shaomin was not ordinary. He could not help but curl his lips.
"Who wouldn't believe such a beautiful and generous Miss Bai?"
He raised his champagne glass and casually handed over another contract.
Bailu had given the seed and technology of the Night-Soul Flower to Alvis. When he cultivated and used it commercially, he would give 20% of the profits to Bailu.
"Other than that, I also want to be Miss Bailu's knight. I will be your shield at any time and keep your secret."
The man blinked his eyes slyly. He looked very different from those wily and arrogant businessmen.
He was not wearing a suit or leather shoes. He only wore casual clothes that made him look like a young man, full of vigor.
"Yes, Mr. Alvis is young, but he is smart. He knows my purpose very well."
Bailu also raised her glass and cheered happily.
With Alvis around, the magical flowers in her space could have a formal identity.
"Miss Bailu, are you interested in the competition that we are going to hold?"
Alvis moved forward and quietly reduced the space between the two of them.
Alvis was the youngest son of the Matthew family. The competition that he was talking about was a competition that the Matthew family had sponsored for over twenty-two years. It was called the Fragrance Printing Competition.
The competition was unique. It was held once every two years. Each time, a topic would be announced, and the works of perfumers from all over the world would be collected. It was well-known for its widespread. Many perfumers would seize the opportunity to present their creations.
As an investor, Alvis naturally had the privilege of arranging a spot for Bailu as a sign of sincerity for the two of them to work together.
However, Bailu did not care much.
"My perfume has my philosophy. I don't think I need to compete."
Alvis shook his head, but he still had a bright smile on his face. "Then what should we do, Miss Bailu? I've already signed you up. The spot is already reserved for you. Are you going to forfeit?"
A second before Bailu got angry, Alvis stopped smiling and said in a serious tone, "This world is too vast. There are thousands of scents. Doesn't Miss Bailu want to know how many more combinations of scents there can be? And don't you want to see the wider landscape in this field?"
Bailu was a little shaken. She was also a little uncertain about his idea.
Her initial goal was to become a real perfumer. She wanted to make a fragrant and lovable perfume.
As she seemed to have succeeded, what did she plan to do next?
Bailu did not hesitate anymore and immediately agreed.
Alvis gave a triumphant smile. When he clinked glasses with her, his fingers accidentally brushed against her fingertips.
Since Bailu had agreed to participate in the competition, it meant that they would have more opportunities to spend time together.
The Matthew family had been in the industry for more than fifty years. They had their own cultivation bases around the world. They also provided fragrance ingredients for hundreds of well-known perfume and cosmetics brands.
The Fragrance Printing Competition was organized by them in order to gather the most unique and diverse fragrances every year. It was not easy to stand out among them, even if it was the popular Bailu of Aroman.
After all, the competition in the industry was fierce, and big brands were everywhere. As a newcomer, Bailu did not have a foundation, nor did she have her own unique style.
The topic this time was 'seasons'. It did not seem to have anything to do with fragrance, so it required the perfumers to use their rich imagination to interpret it.
Bailu locked herself in the workshop. After making sure that there was no one around, she took out a black treasure box from her bag and went into the space for half a day.
Elina stood in front of the workshop door. There was a hint of gloominess in her eyes. She knocked on the door hard.