Chapter 697

Two hundred thousand things, six million to buy, to say it sounds better, rich in wealth, and a bit ugly, it is a brain drain.

Ma Xinxin instantly calmed down when she heard the receipt typed by the store manager. Seeing Ye Tianlong's playful look again, she immediately realized that she had been fooled.

The few girlfriends around him were also dumbfounded, trying to say something to Ma Xinxin, but in the end they chose to shut up, not daring to offend the mold.

"Miss Ma, hurry up and pay the bill."

Ye Tianlong smiled very warmly, watching Ma Xinxin whispered: "A mere six million, you superstar, shouldn't you be unable to get it out?"

Ning Hongzhuang echoed: "If you can't take it out, you will be ashamed. When the time comes, the video in the store will be released, so you can make the headlines the next day."

Ma Xinxin felt that she was about to vomit blood, and she was itching for Ye Tianlong. She wanted to rush up to open her bow left and right, and then kick her to vent her emotions.

It's just that she knows that she can't fight here, and similarly, she can't withdraw her bid.

Once the rebellious video came out, she lost more than six million.

"You have a kind of partnership to calculate me."

Ma Xinxin took out a check, wrote six million, and handed it to the store manager and stared at Ye Tianlong: "Boy, you succeeded in making me angry."

"You'd better be careful when you go out in the future, lest you get hit by a car and die."

Ye Tianlong said faintly: "Thank you Miss Ma for reminding me, but my life is cheap, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, but you, go out to check the brakes."

"The road in Hong Kong City is so narrow and steep, and the brakes are broken. That would be fatal."

Ma Xinxin smiled angrily: "Threat me? Very good, I remember you, we will definitely meet again."

Then, she looked at Ning Hongzhuang again: "Mr. Ning, I feel so happy that I have suffered a loss? It's a pity that I will disappoint you."

"I don't feel distressed at all. Six million, which is just the reward for my two advertisements, six million, is not enough for Lin Shao to give me a fraction of the car."

Ma Xinxin showed a stern smile: "Do you think I will feel aggrieved and angry?"

Ning Hongzhuang responded with a noncommittal sneer, "I don't know if you are suffocated, whether you are angry or not, and it has nothing to do with me."

"I only know that if I do such a stupid thing, I will smash my head to death on the wall because my brain has been flooded."

The corner of Ma Xinxin's mouth moved, feeling very depressed, but she didn't want to lose her demeanor, so she squeezed out: "That's because your pattern is too low."

"My Ma Xinxin has a lot of money, six million is the same as sixty yuan, as long as I am eye-catching, no matter how much money, I will take it down."

She hopes to find a little bit of confidence for herself: "It's hard for a daughter to buy it. It's a good idea. I believe you should have heard this old saying."

Doing stupid things is not to stop losses and admit mistakes in time, but to find reasons to support them. Ma Xinxin is no exception to people’s common problems.

Several of her arrogant and beautiful girlfriends also vowed to support Ma Xinxin, and also shouted that six million is worth making a skirt.

The store manager looked at them sympathetically, and a group of people were very sick.

"Although the money has been paid thirty times, it is worth it to buy."

Ma Xinxin took a step forward, staring at Ning Hongzhuang with a smile on her face: "And I can make Ning always wear no skirts, and I feel happy when I think of it."

Ning Hongzhuang is neither overbearing nor overbearing: "It's good if you are happy."

"Remember, follow your rules."

Ma Xinxin also shouted to the store manager: "Your master, make the same pleated skirt in three months, even if the style is the same, or I will sue you."

The shop manager nodded to the wrongdoer: "Miss Ma, don't worry, we have our own rules."

Ma Xinxin laughed and looked at Ning Hongzhuang up close: "You can't wear a pleated skirt for three months, do you feel regretful?"

"Or you can find other second-rate and third-rate masters and make you the same pleasure."

Ning Hongzhuang's eyes dimmed a bit. Although she was too lazy to be angry with people like Ma Xinxin, she felt a little melancholy thinking that her own pleated skirt was flying.

She had some expectations in her heart for the fate that Ye Tianlong said.

"Who said Mr. Ning can't wear a good pleated skirt?"

Ye Tianlong stretched his waist and walked over, then stared at the store manager and smiled: "General Ning's pleated skirt has been given time to prevent your shop from making it difficult."

"You give me a piece of fabric, lend me a sewing machine, and borrow a few apprentices. It should be fine?"

The store manager was taken aback, not knowing what Ye Tianlong meant, but he nodded respectfully: "It's not a problem at all."

Ye Tianlong solved the problem for the shop, and made them earn six million, give some cloth, borrow a machine and an apprentice, it doesn't matter at all.

In the store manager's heart, he originally thought that after Ma Xinxin left, he would apologize to Ning Hongzhuang for three million yuan.

Ning Hongzhuang looked at Ye Tianlong: "What are you going to do?"

Ma Xinxin narrowed her beautiful eyes and sneered: "You want to make a skirt? Are you a master? Don't laugh so hard."

Several beautiful women were also full of doubts and mocking, obviously they did not believe that Ye Tianlong would make clothes.

Ye Tianlong tore off his coat, threw it to a waiter, and then looked at Ning Hongzhuang with a smile: "If you say you want to wear a pleated skirt, you must wear it."

Ning Hongzhuang whispered: "Don't be fooling around, don't fight for this breath."

Although she knew that Ye Tianlong was very powerful, she still didn't think that he could make a piece of clothing.

This talent is ten times more difficult than fighting, killing, singing and dancing.

"Don't fight for this breath? President Ning, are you giving him a step down? How could he make clothes?"

Ma Xinxin looked at Ye Tianlong contemptuously: "If you can make a pleated skirt, there is half the level of a master, I will crawl out of the store."

Ye Tianlong said: "Just climb out of the store door. Such a good store has turned into a dog hole and violent thing."

"In this way, I make a pleated skirt, half of the master's level, you slap yourself twice and apologize to the waiter."

Ma Xinxin's pretty face changed: "Then you lose?"

Ye Tianlong pointed to the pleated skirt being cut by the master: "Six million, Mr. Ning paid it for you."

When Ning Hongzhuang secretly scolded Ye Tianlong not to suffer anyway, Ma Xinxin seemed to have caught a life-saving straw: "Okay, it's a deal."

As long as the stupid behavior of six million can be saved, she is willing to bet on this round, and she really does not believe that Ye Tianlong will make clothes.

The shop manager quickly brought out a new sewing machine, needle and thread, apprentice, and the same fabric as Ma Xinxin's pleated skirt for Ye Tianlong.

Although she also felt that Ye Tianlong was not very reliable, she felt that he was more like a dude than a tailor, not to mention that he made clothes by himself.

How can it be compared to the concerted efforts of eight masters who have been in harmony for thirty years?

But the gratitude for Ye Tianlong still made her put her doubts away, and prepared all this according to Ye Tianlong's instructions, and many waiters also approached.

Ning Hongzhuang frowned again: "Tianlong, stop playing, let's go."

Ma Xinxin hummed: "You can go, six million stay."

"laugh!"

Ye Tianlong put up a finger and made a silent motion at the crowd, then he threw a sentence to Ning Hongzhuang:

"34C:24:36?"