Chapter 697 Making a Skirt for You

To buy a 200,000-yuan item for 6 million, to put it nicely, it means you are rich and powerful, to put it bluntly, it means you are stupid.

When Ma Xinxin heard the receipt printed out by the store manager, she calmed down instantly. When she saw Ye Tianlong's playful expression, she immediately realized that she was fooled.

Several girlfriends around her were also stunned. They wanted to say something to Ma Xinxin, but finally chose to keep silent, not daring to offend her.

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

Ye Tianlong smiled very warmly, looking at Ma Xinxin and whispered: "A mere 6 million, you, a big star, should not be unable to pay it?"

Ning Hongzhuang echoed: "It would be embarrassing if you can't pay it. When the video in the store is spread, I guarantee that you will be on the headlines the next day."

Ma Xinxin felt like she was going to vomit blood. She hated Ye Tianlong so much that she wanted to rush up and shoot left and right, and then kick him to vent her emotions.

But she knew that she couldn't fight here, and she couldn't withdraw her bid.

Once the video of her going back on her word gets out, she will lose more than just six million.

"You guys are conspiring against me, you have guts."

Ma Xinxin took out a check, wrote six million on it, 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, so as not to be hit by a car and die."

Ye Tianlong said lightly: "Thank you Miss Ma for reminding me, but my life is cheap, and I don't care about life or death. But you, check the brakes when you go out."

"The roads in Gangcheng are so narrow and steep, and if the brakes are broken, it will cost lives."

Ma Xinxin laughed angrily: "Threatening me? Very good, I will remember you, and we will definitely meet again."

Then, she looked at Ning Hongzhuang again: "Boss Ning, do you feel that I have suffered a loss and feel happy? Unfortunately, I have to disappoint you."

"I don't feel bad at all. Six million is just the remuneration for my two advertisements. Six million is not even a fraction of the car that Mr. Lin gave me."

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

Ning Hongzhuang sneered and responded without comment: "I don't know whether you feel aggrieved or angry, and it has nothing to do with me."

"I only know that if I do such a stupid thing, I will hit my head against the wall and die, because my brain has been filled with water."

Ma Xinxin's mouth twitched, and she was very depressed, but she didn't want to lose her grace, so she squeezed out a sentence: "That's because your vision is too low."

"I, Ma Xinxin, have a lot of money. Six million is just like sixty yuan. As long as I like it, no matter how much money it is, I will take it down."

She hopes to regain some confidence for herself: "It's hard to buy a good heart with a thousand gold coins. I believe you should have heard this old saying."

After doing something stupid, it is not to stop the loss and admit the mistake in time, but to find reasons to support it. It is a common problem for people, and Ma Xinxin is no exception.

Several of her arrogant and beautiful girlfriends also spoke out to support Ma Xinxin, and shouted that it was worth spending six million to make a skirt.

The store manager looked at them with sympathy. A group of people were very sick.

"Although I paid thirty times more, it's worth it to buy what I love."

Ma Xinxin stepped forward and stared at Ning Hongzhuang with a fake smile: "And it can make President Ning have no skirt to wear, I feel happy when I think about it."

Ning Hongzhuang said calmly: "As long as you are happy."

"Remember, follow your rules."

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

The store manager nodded to the victim: "Don't worry, Miss Ma, we have our own rules."

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

"Or you can find other second-rate or third-rate masters to make you the same one to satisfy your desire."

Ning Hongzhuang's eyes dimmed. Although she was too lazy to get angry with people like Ma Xinxin, she felt a little melancholy when she thought that the pleated skirt that belonged to her flew away.

She was somewhat looking forward to the fate that Ye Tianlong talked about.

"Who said that President Ning can't wear a good pleated skirt?"

Ye Tianlong stretched and walked over, then stared at the store manager and smiled: "President Ning's pleated skirt time is given up, so as not to make it difficult for your store."

"You can give me a piece of cloth, lend me a sewing machine, and borrow a few apprentices, should it be okay?"

The store manager was stunned, not knowing what Ye Tianlong meant, but still nodded respectfully: "No problem at all."

Ye Tianlong solved the problem for the store and made them earn 6 million yuan. Giving some cloth, borrowing a machine and an apprentice, it doesn't matter at all.

In the store manager's heart, he was thinking that after Ma Xinxin left, he would give Ning Hongzhuang 3 million to apologize.

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

Ma Xinxin narrowed her beautiful eyes, with a little bit of sarcasm: "You want to make a skirt? Do you think you are a master? Don't laugh to death."

Several beautiful women also had doubts on their faces, and their ridicule was very strong. Obviously, they didn't believe that Ye Tianlong could make clothes.

Ye Tianlong took off his coat and threw it to a waiter, then smiled at Ning Hongzhuang: "I promised you to wear a pleated skirt, so I will let you wear it."

Ning Hongzhuang whispered: "Don't be silly, don't fight for this."

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

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

"Don't fight for this? Mr. Ning, are you giving him a way out? How can he make clothes?"

Ma Xinxin looked at Ye Tianlong with contempt: "If you can make a pleated skirt that is half as good as the master chef, I will crawl out of the store."

Ye Tianlong said slowly: "Forget about crawling out of the store. Such a good store has become a dog hole and it is a waste of resources."

"So, I make a pleated skirt that is half as good as the master chef, and you slap yourself twice and apologize to the waiter."

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

Ye Tianlong pointed at the pleated skirt that the master chef was cutting: "Six million, Mr. Ning will pay for you."

When Ning Hongzhuang cursed Ye Tianlong inwardly, Ma Xinxin seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw: "Okay, it's a deal."

As long as she could save the stupid behavior of six million, she was willing to gamble on this round, and she really didn't believe that Ye Tianlong could make clothes.

The store manager quickly brought Ye Tianlong a new sewing machine, needles and thread, apprentices, and the same fabric as Ma Xinxin's pleated skirt.

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

How could he compare to the concerted efforts of eight masters who had been in tacit understanding for thirty years?

But her gratitude to Ye Tianlong still made her put aside her doubts, and she prepared everything according to Ye Tianlong's instructions. Many waiters also came over.

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

Ma Xinxin snorted: "You can go, but leave the six million."

"Shh!"

Ye Tianlong raised a finger and made a silencing gesture to everyone, and then he threw a sentence to Ning Hongzhuang:

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