Chapter 18: Tiffany

"Pani likes pink things, Oriental oppa, you can just buy something!" Zheng Xiuyan said helplessly.

"Pink? Wait a minute! Huang Meiying? Huang Meiying, Huang Meiying, Huang Meiying...... S.M Company ...... "Dongfang Dye seemed to remember something, and he was a little stunned to think about Huang Meiying and Pink.

"What nationality is Pani? No, I mean she's always been in Korea or is she a Korean-American who came back from another country? Dongfang Dye's sudden question made Zheng Xiuyan stunned. But he answered him anyway.

"Pani is Korean-American."

"Sure enough! Hwang Mi-young, pink, Korean-American, girlhood? I should have thought of it a long time ago! Dongfang Ran's eyes looked at the sky with a little complicated eyes.

Every agent of the National Security Bureau has his own spiritual pillar in his heart, and Dongfang Dye's spiritual pillar is his motherland and the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.

Dongfang Dye has a good friend who is a technical agent of the National Security Bureau. Not good at assassination and infiltration.,But in terms of electronic computers, it's not as good as him.。 The spiritual pillar of this guy is Huang Meiying in this group called Girls' Generation. I whispered in the ear of Dongfang Dye's friend all day long, even if Dongfang Dye didn't know an artist, I remembered this name. and some basic information about Huang Meiying. For example, I love pink.

"Will you change your name to Tiffany in the future? Zihao, you saved my life, I can't pay you back, then I'll help you protect your spiritual pillar! Dongfang Ran's eyes narrowed, thinking firmly.

Dongfang Dye has another plan. That is to contact this Huang Meiying and see what kind of charm she has to bring a specially trained high-level agent with strong willpower into the fan base. This is a question he has been struggling with in his previous life.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Dye knew what to give Huang Meiying.

"The things I gave you are not very valuable, although I know that you don't necessarily care but you are a good friend of Yun'er, so I'll buy some good things for Huang Meiying." Dongfang Dye looked back and determined the location of the store.

"Follow me." Dongfang Dye turned to leave with the bag in his hand. Jung so-yeon and Kwon Yoo-ri looked at each other suspiciously, and followed.

Jung so-yeon and Kwon Yo-ri stood at the door of a shop with demented faces. looked at Dongfang Dye in shock. I don't understand why Dongfang Dye is just giving a gift?

It's a huge shop with four storefronts, and the big purple sign with seven huge letters in English is so eye-catching - Tiffany!

Tiffany Co. is an American jewelry and silver jewelry company founded in 1837. In 1853, Charles Tiffany & Co. took control of the company and simplified its name to "TiffanyCo," and the company established its focus on the jewelry industry. Tiffany & Co. is gradually establishing stores in major cities around the world. Tiffany & Co. developed its own set of standards for gemstones, platinum, which were adopted as official standards by the U.S. government. Today, Tiffany & Co. is one of the world's leading luxury companies. The Tiffany's Blue Box has become a symbol of American sophistication and style.

The cheapest Tiffany jewelry costs a few thousand yuan, and when converted into Korean won, it is nearly hundreds of thousands! (The old habit is that 1:200 yuan and South Korean won are exchanged.) The first time I met to send such a valuable thing, Dongfang Dye is too tyrant!

Dongfang Ran looked at the two girls who were standing at the door hesitating, smiled slightly, and walked over and pulled the two of them in.

"Welcome to the Tiffany store, what do you need, sir?" A salesperson walked up to him. Obviously, he saw the dominant position of Dongfang Dye, so he asked Dongfang Dye.

"Do you have a wish?" Dongfang Dye clearly remembers Wang Zihao's precious Tiffany necklace. It is said to be a necklace that was intended to be given to Hwang Mi-young in her lifetime.

"Wishful heart? Sir, you're joking, there are only 500 Hearts of Wishes in the world, and they are all unique and custom-made, although our store pù is the largest Tiffany store in Korea, but it still takes time! The salesman replied a little speechlessly. If it weren't for Dongfang Dye's imposing momentum, he would probably think that he was here to find fault.

Dongfang was stunned, he really didn't know that the heart of the fan wish was custom-made. "And what good necklaces do you have here? To be pink. ”

"Yes. Please come with me, sir. The three of them followed the salesperson to a counter in the store. The salesman pointed to a pink gemstone necklace and said to Dongfang Dye: "This pink elf is designed by the chief designer of Tiffany, and it is suitable for women of all ages." It's okay to send friends, girlfriends, and relatives. ”

Dongfang Dye nodded. "Anything else?" Listening to Dongfang Dye's words, Zheng Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief. She just saw that series of little hearts almost jumping out! Eight zeros! This necklace actually costs hundreds of millions of won, one million yuan! What a luxury!

"Yes!" The salesman pointed to a nearby one and said, "This necklace is called Pink Ocean, and it is also from the head designer."

Seeing this pink ocean oriental dye, his eyes lit up instantly. Perfect! It's almost exactly the same as Wang Zihao's fan wish! The drop-shaped pink gemstone in the middle is carved out of a mold!

"That's it!" Dongfang Dye doesn't look at the price and makes a decision directly. Even if it's 100 million yuan, he will buy it!

The salesman was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to a burst of ecstasy. This pink ocean is one of the treasures of the town, and the price has reached 700 million won! The whole of Korea, no, the whole of Asia, is the top jewelry! If this is sold, his salary will definitely increase several times this month!

"Okay! Please show your ID card and bank card and I will go through the formalities for you! The salesman said excitedly.

Dongfang Dye took out his ID card and Huaxia Bank's bank card from his wallet and handed them to the salesman. The salesman recognized the bank card with the dragon on it at a glance. Huaxia Bank Premium Bank Card! Only people with assets in the hundreds of millions can handle it!

The salesman left with the bank card and ID card, and Zheng Xiuyan was not calm. Hurriedly walked over and grabbed Dongfang Dye and said, "Dongfang oppa, no!" It's so precious! We can't ask for it! ”

700 million! It's not 70,000! That's 700 million! Even the seniors of their company can only earn so much in a year! The artists who can earn hundreds of millions of dollars a year are all top artists, and Dongfang Dye is good, and he sent 700 million out at once! Should it be said that he is worthy of being a king-level figure in China?

"Don't worry. This time, because there happened to be no pink gifts, I gave an expensive gift by the way, and I won't be next time. I've bought them all, so I can't return them. Dongfang Ran shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

Zheng Xiuyan reluctantly let go of her hand. She found that she couldn't understand Yun'er, Huaxia's brother.

Quan Yuli didn't think so much, she only knew that Dongfang Dye bought 700 million jewelry for Huang Meiying. There are only three words left in my mind: envy and sigh and Dafa.

And Cui Xiuying and Huang Meiying at the door saw that the three of them hadn't come out for so long, so they went back to the company first. I didn't see it.

"Sir, your ID and bank card and your sea of pink!" The salesman carried a beautiful gift box and walked over with two cards and handed them to Dongfang Dye.

"Thank you." Dongfang Dye took it, put the card back and beckoned Zheng Xiuyan and Kwon Yoo-ri to leave.

……

Huaxia, Yanjing** is directly opposite.

A 100-story crystal building of nearly 270 meters stands here. The crystal clear glass reflects a soft light in the sunlight. To be able to open a company directly opposite the ** square, and it is a hideous beast-like building with nearly 100 floors, what kind of company is this.

Orient International! The pillar industry of China's economy, a huge group that supports the economy of China's 1.3 billion people.

The top floor is ninety-five floors.

There is only one 100-square-meter office here. There's often a man sitting in it. A legend, a myth.

One of the Three Emperors, the "East God" White Origin!

In front of the square desk, which is nearly seven meters long, a man sitting with his back to the door sits on the Taishi chair.

The man is not tall from the back, and his shoulders are not broad, but he has the illusion that these shoulders can carry the heavens and the earth.

The dark star-like eyes shone with wisdom. The slightly darkened cheeks were full of calm. It was as if nothing in this world could break his state of mind.

The majestic and domineering momentum permeated the office. The man appeared to be reading a newspaper and took a sip of a drink that I don't know if it was coffee or tea.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Chairman, I'm Ye Xinglong." A solemn and solemn voice came from outside the door, full of energy.

"Please come in." Bai Yuan's bland voice came out.

The door opened.

Click, click, click.

A thin-looking man limped in with a cane. The man is not tall but very tall, about 1.83 meters. It looks very thin. His right leg hung limply, apparently unconscious. The not handsome but resolute face and iron-blooded temperament all show that this person is a real iron-blooded soldier!

"The Star Dragon is here. Haven't you always wanted to repay me for your kindness? Bai Yuanyuan's voice was still flat, without the slightest feeling.

"Yes. I don't know what the chairman commanded. As long as it is not a matter of dangering the country, I, Ye Xinglong, will be completed even if I die! Ye Xinglong also answered Bai Yuan's question flatly.

"Protect him. Don't let him die. A white shadow flew towards Ye Xinglong. The speed is so fast that if ordinary people can't react at all, they will be hit!

Ye Xinglong caught the white shadow lightly. A text jiàn.

Open it.

A copy of the information and ...... A photo.

P.S: The names of the necklaces involved in this chapter are purely nonsense, please ask the relevant professionals to dig deeper.