Riley was stunned momentarily.

How could it be? Did the Cultural Affairs Bureau know anything about this? How could they bringthose guests here without much preparation for such an important event? Are any of those womenon the bridge professional models? Has anyone vetted those attires carefully before the fashionshow? This is not a game!

Riley was beyond enraged.

"Ms. Cooper, what's going on?”

Vivian had sensed her anger. She immediately stopped drawing, concerned.

Riley could not suppress her fury as she glared murderously at the foreign models on the bridge.“These people came here deliberately to embarrass us. They are using their designs to vie for ourtrade orders.”

"Huh?" Vivian was dumbfounded upon hearing that.

Is that real? No wonder all the foreign costumes look so outstanding and exquisite. On the otherhand, our local costumes and banieres seemed ordinary and unprofessional.

She panicked. "What should we do then? So many overseas delegates are here. The trade ordermust be huge.”

Riley nodded. “Indeed. According to Edmund, our local economy has dropped tremendously in yourfather's absence over the past three years. The country needs money now.”

Vivian was rendered speechless.

Even though she knew nothing about a country's economy, the revelation sent her into a state ofanxiety since it was something that her father used to care about.

What should we do then? Evidently, the workmanship and designs for our costumes featured in thisfashion show are way too inferior compared to the ones specially prepared by the foreign designers.Therefore, the only solution...

Suddenly, her eyes locked on a mother who was carrying her son in a basket on her back. Their blueattires were made from hand-woven cloth.

Is that...

She stared at them for a long time, overwhelmed with excitement especially after she saw thelimited accessories on the mother and son. She could feel herself gasping for breath as an ideacrossed her mind.

"Vivi? What's wrong? What are you staring at?" Riley asked with a confused look.

“Nothing. Ms. Cooper, please replace some Elysians who are here in their tribal costumes. Try to getthose with more accessories. Then do your best to stall the show and buy me some time.” Vivianstood up and started packing her stuff.

Elysians?

Riley's expression changed slightly upon hearing her instructions.

After all, Vivian was still upset over a man from the tribe a few days back. Why did she mentionthem now?

Nevertheless, she eventually did as told.

The show was about to reach its climax with more and more journalists rushing to the venue tocover the event. Suddenly, the organizer announced the first half of the show had ended."Everyone, it's been an hour since the show started. Stay tuned for an exciting second half after ashort break.” The person in charge deliberately made it sound mysterious.

Even though the crowd was displeased with the abrupt break, the announcement triggered theircuriosity once again. Instead of leaving, the number of spectators grew.

After successfully stalling the show, Riley ran to replace Vivian.

She discovered that more than a dozen Elysians had already gathered at their temporary base.Bewildered to see Vivian standing in front of them, she eyed the group cautiously.

“Everyone, don't be afraid. Look at those guys out there. They are here to compete for our business,our livelihood. You could have sold hand woven fabric, silver ornaments, and these embroideries inyour hands. But now you won't have the chance anymore,” Vivian told them.

The Elysians widened their eyes in rage and started questioning, “Why? We have been selling ourgoods here every day. How could they barge into our turf and rob us?”

Vivian displayed a smile.

“What I mean is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Of course, you can stay here and continue to doyour business. However, imagine a future where buyers flock into your tribe and you can sell tentimes the number of textiles and silver accessories in the comfort of your homes. What do you thinkabout that?”

Everyone was dumbstruck by her statement.

The scenario had never crossed their mind.

Riley's jaw also dropped after she heard the shocking declaration

Holy cr*p! I never thought she could be this smart!

Back then, Sabrina had been worrying that none of Sebastian's children had inherited his businesstalent because her two nephews were either obsessed with research and development or being asoldier.

It turned out clueless little Vivian was the one with a brain for making money like Sebastian.

“Is there really something that good?”

“You must be joking! Why would the buyers come to our tribe? No one has ever been there before.”The natives thought her words were too good to be true.q

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