Pouches are a woman's favorite.

Kuroko is good-looking, but he's not a woman, and it's impossible to know if he's crazy and obsessive. He can only take it to find a woman with a good pattern to look at it and try the effect, of course this woman can only be Luo Ximeng.

After Situ Longfei was abducted and tricked in by Heizi Pit, Heizi asked three security guards to clean up a room and come out for him to settle down, and he was not picky. Zhang Mazi and the security guards are all resident in the leather yard, and naturally they all live in the tube building, anyway, there are a lot of rooms. And with the parting of ways with the Liu family, Luo Ximeng didn't dare to go back to his cabin recently, so he picked the most sunny room on the upper floor, just opposite the door of the sunspot.

Kuroko put on his coat and walked over with three bags and knocked on the door, just knocked twice, the door opened, and Kuroko stepped in: "Situ sent the handbag, come and see ......"

Before she finished speaking, the sunspot was smashed out by Luo Ximeng with a basin, but she was washing her underwear, and the one who opened the door was actually a big white dog who came to visit the door early in the morning.

The weather was hot, Luo Ximeng only wore a white shirt, and her slender snow-white thighs shook people's eyes.

Standing at the door with his bag, Kuroko heard the sound of the door being locked, and then, the sound of Luo Ximeng teaching the big white dog a lesson, and the innocent whining of the big white dog. Kuroko's head was thinking, she couldn't just wear a shirt, right?

Do you want me to see it?

It's really not as good as a dog!

After a long time, when Luo Ximeng opened the door again, he was already dressed in formal clothes and painted light makeup.

"Come in."

Luo Ximeng went to make coffee for Kuroko as usual, with a flat expression.

Kuroko thought to herself that women were really complex and magical creatures, one moment she could be so embarrassed, and the next moment she could pretend that nothing had happened. He sat on the sofa and put the three handbags on the coffee table, Luo Ximeng brought coffee and sat down opposite the sunspot, ignoring the sunspot, staring at the three handbags with bright eyes, and studying them one by one in his hand, quite a bit of a taste that he couldn't put down.

Heizi didn't speak, waiting for Luo Ximeng's appreciation, this is a woman with good taste, whether it is beauty, wisdom, charm or temperament, it is quite unusual. Even if she was born in this poor country, she is not inferior to the women in the big city.

In fact, before Luo Ximeng graduated from university, he was selected by a foreign company and was promoted to middle management not long after. It was only later because of her mother's illness and coercion by Liu Qilu that she finally returned to Montenegro and stuck herself in a lump of cow dung.

In general, her vision should not be lower than that of white-collar ladies in first-tier cities.

Luo Ximeng has also seen Situ's design sketches, and even seen three handbags during the manufacturing period, but the handbags are really two completely different feelings before and after the finished product, so it is no wonder that Luo Ximeng is so surprised.

"Which one do you prefer?" Kuroko took a sip of coffee and asked.

"I like them all!" Luo Ximeng held three bags and couldn't put them down.

"You can only choose which one you like best." Heizi asked, he remembered Situ's judgment on the three handbags, he said: Most women with strong and independent personalities like the classical atmosphere of "Han", weak and gentle and petty bourgeois women may fall in love with "Song", and unrestrained and hot, possessive women undoubtedly like "Tang". At that time, Kuroko looked at Situ in surprise, because Situ said that he himself liked "Tang".

"Red!" Luo Xi dreamed, stood up, and carried "Tang" to the drawing in front of the dressing mirror, very devoted.

"Oh-shh Kuroko's eyes are slightly evil.

"By the way, Paris Fashion Week is about to start, and Situ found someone to book a showroom, which cost a lot of money, and the follow-up will cost more. Although the loan guaranteed by Huo Zisong came down last week, we only have 300,000, and it is completely impossible to hold a runway show. ”

Luo Ximeng saw the sunspot's eyes in the mirror, and quickly changed the topic, this guy has always been dishonest, she has long been used to it.

"Keep it simple." When it comes to money, Kuroko has a headache.

Although going to Paris is a very high starting point, and the effect on product sales promotion may be obvious, the key is that he can't come up with the money, and he is more worried that it will not be effective after spending the money. Situ said that there were many things to sink into the sand at Paris Fashion Week, although the old man packed the ticket and said that his design would definitely be an instant hit, but Kuroko couldn't believe it, this old man's words were not as unreliable as the big white dog.

"No matter how simple it is, it's not enough, I calculated, even the most humble and resistant runway show will cost at least 300,000 times the price of ten times, and no one will watch this kind of show at all. The exhibition hall was borrowed by Situ Longfei's friend, and it didn't cost money, but we had to hire models, design and produce brochures, hire service personnel, provide high-end drinks for guests, invite hosts, singers, bands, and entertain the media......"

"Brochures? Also designed? We are Chinese style, go to the county to invite an old man from the calligraphy association, give some money to write a copy, and then a picture of a Chinese painting lady, so what, just print it out when the time comes. Waiter or something, ask some African immigrants to make do, pick the blackest kind, dark color, walk around and don't steal the spotlight, how good! High-end drinks? Red wine? Champagne? We are Chinese style, give them a whole dragon well! Again, how about flower tea? Actually, I've considered a big pot of tea! What a singer, what a band, we are Chinese style! Go and hire a blind man who can play the erhu, and then call two or three female students who can learn guzheng and pipa. ”

"We are taking the high-end, pure handmade light luxury route! Can't be too much! Luo Ximeng held his forehead with his hand.

"Where's that? This is called the original ecology of Chinese style! By the way, don't fix any stage lighting, you have to spend money, a thousand candles! Guaranteed brightness! "Kuroko has a heartbeat.

"Candle ......"

"That's right! Candle! If we don't have money, let's stop searching and find another way. At the same time, all the models were brought from China, pick a little cheaper, tall enough, and all wore Sanxingdui bronze masks, hey! Lao Tzu doesn't believe it! I think you're in good shape, oh, no, I look at those models on TV, they all have very small breasts, you don't fit, you don't fit. You go to save a little money, but if you go up and expose your flesh, I will lose a lot......"

"What do you mean by losing a lot?" Luo Ximeng was in no mood to try the bag, so he crossed his waist and questioned the sunspot.

"Don't make a fuss!" Kuroko pulled her to sit down, tilting her head and thinking, "Hey, that's right! We don't make clothing, we only make fur, so we can actually find a clothing brand to work with! We have a showroom, we have models, we work with them and let them pay for it. Let's make a million first, isn't it? ”

Luo Ximeng's mouth opened wide, and his eyes almost fell to the ground, this thing is really a pebble that can make two taels of oil! But is it really possible to find collaborators?

"With money, we don't have to be so nerve-wracking, we can do a normal catwalk show!"

Luo Ximeng reminded Kuroko that there was a loophole in his logic.

"Wrong! The Chinese style is the most bullish! ”

Kuroko cut the railway.

No one knew, just now, and there was a mysterious flash of inspiration in Kuroko's mind. A voice told him that in the following decades, as China's national power grows, Chinese style will become popular all over the world, and at the same time, the world has long been tired of the monotonous European style.

"Alright! You're the boss, you can do whatever you want! Luo Ximeng spread his hands, a little helpless, "About the brand registration, I went to contact a friend, you can register in the provincial capital first, have you thought about what the name is?" The brand had to be registered before we went to Paris, and now I'm afraid it's going to be ahead of schedule, and if we want to find a partner, it can't be in the name of the leather processing plant in Montenegro, right? ”

"You also have a five-percent stake!" Kuroko Road.

But he said that Heizi took back 70% of the shares occupied by the Liu family, and he only accounted for 40%, Zhang Mazi bought 10% of 100,000 yuan, and Heizi gave Luo Ximeng 5%, because in this matter, Luo Ximeng contributed a lot. The remaining fifteen percent was given to Situ Longfei, of course, unlike Zhang Mazi and Luo Ximeng, Heizi only gave the right to dividends to Situ Longfei, if he left, he couldn't take away the shares, and the ownership of the shares was still in Heizi's hands.

Luo Ximeng didn't speak, and continued to wait for Kuroko to come up with an idea.

"How's it going, dreammaker?" Heizi Dao, however, the pronunciation of Heizi Township is very strong, and the pronunciation of "made" in the southwest is "rough".

"What?" Luo Ximeng's face was slightly red, "Change your name!" ”

"DreamWorks?"

"That's an animation company in the United States, it's not good to have a bad name, and it's easy to infringe."

"Dream Workshop."

"Yes."

"Actually, I'm still more inclined to 'make (cao) dreams."

"Get out!" Luo Ximeng blushed and spat on the sunspot, this guy is getting more and more presumptuous, God knows if he deliberately bullied himself? Can't get used to him! She turned around and walked to the corner to put a band-aid on her injured finger, which was still pushed down and scratched by Liu Qilu a week ago, and it had already healed, and it seemed that there was a broken wound when she washed her clothes just now.

"Fingers aren't alright?" Kuroko said with concern, "If your finger hurts, don't touch the water often, anyway, I'll live opposite you if I'm helpful......"

Bang -

Three seconds later, Kuroko was locked out again, this time he was not alone, and the big white dog was swept away. Kuroko said through the door: "I didn't say to help you wash your underwear, I mean I bought a second-hand washing machine, and you can't wash it by hand!" ”

The big white dog looked at the owner with a grudge, and the meaning was obvious: You caused me not to finish the biscuits.

Boom.

Something smashed the door.

Kuroko walked back, and with his understanding of Luo Ximeng, he didn't need to look to know that the woman threw the slippers over again. But he couldn't figure it out, what was there to be angry about?

Wrong!

Could it be that when I told her to keep her fingers from touching the water, she didn't misunderstand it for washing underwear, but something else?

Wow, what evil!

No wonder she loves the red pouch!