Wang Xiaoan tidied up the collar of his shirt and smiled at the corner of his eyes.

"Questioning that I don't understand art, you might as well question whether the refrigerator can be cooled."

The fat sister sneered.

"Mr. Wang, what are you pretending! Someone who understands art would dress up like you? Do you know how many people have laughed at Mr. Wang's clothes in private! It's just a turtle NO.1! ”

Lu Wanrou and the planning director also nodded in agreement.

"Sister Fat is right, as the CEO of an entertainment company, Mr. Wang, you also have to pay attention to your image, strengthen your own clothing construction, your image represents the face of our company." The planning director lifted his glasses.

Wang Xiaoan shook his head noncommittally.

"Clothing? My clothes are so good that I don't need your fingers. ”

Hearing this, Lu Wanrou let out a soft smile, and the fat sister and the planning director slapped Le's thigh.

Then, the eyes of the three of them shot from Wang Xiaoan's feet to the top of their heads rather playfully.

At first glance, it is not a brand of white sneakers, loose indigo jeans, a casual fit, and still not a brand-name white shirt.

In fact, objectively speaking, it is not so bad, Wang Xiaoan's clothes belong to a decent style, mainly to wear a comfortable, clean and tidy line.

However, in the eyes of Lu Wanrou, a group of insiders in the entertainment industry, who think they are "female devils" who are at the forefront of fashion, Wang Xiaoan's clothes are the standard straight male style of turtle dicks!

"I said, Mr. Wang, you feel too good about yourself, you are not a person with bad money, hire a fashion stylist to build it for you according to the style of Xu Kun in our company, what Xu Kun wears, you learn to wear! This will improve your clothes! Said the planning director.

Lu Wanrou agreed, saying that Xu Kun's clothes are really good, he has been on the hot search several times because of his outfits, and Wang Xiaoan can completely imitate him.

Wang Xiao'an was shocked.

Gray hair, bib pants, leather shoes...... Is this also called good fucking clothing?

"Don't make a fuss, a group of mediocre people who don't understand trends at all and only follow trends, don't deserve to talk to me about clothes and art at all." Wang Xiaoan snorted coldly.

Lu Wanrou and the others were suddenly unhappy.

"Are you really stubborn, you can't listen to a little opinion, admit that others are good, and you are bad, is it difficult? We are people like us who must buy and read every issue of fashion magazines and work hard to learn how to dress, all of them are mediocre people in your eyes, so what are you wearing a stall in a dress? Lu Wan said softly, the good impression of Wang Xiao'an's rebound before had been worn out again.

"Follow fashion magazines to learn how to dress, hehe, that's why I said that you are a group of philistine, fashion is not imitation, but the expression of your own heart." Wang Xiaoan shook his head.

"What you're saying is pure bullshit." The fat sister rolled her eyes.

Lu Wanrou and the planning director also pouted, asking Wang Xiaoan not to talk crookedly.

"Obviously being pointed out by others, but still refusing to correct it for the sake of face, such a man is really annoying to girls." Lu Wanrou sighed.

"What if I tell you that this is not me, but the motto of President Hill, the editor-in-chief of Vogue, in the fashion magazine that you hold up to the Bible?" Wang Xiaoan asked with a smile.

Lu Wanrou and the fat sister's expressions suddenly choked.

"Moreover, this quote comes from the mouth of Karl Lagerfeld, the world's top fashion godfather and artist who is recognized as influencing the aesthetics of this century, even if you are a philistine who follows the trend, you should have heard of this person's name." Wang Xiaoan said.

Sister Fat and Lu Wanrou looked at each other, and then they all nodded.

Lafayette Lagerfeld, if you don't know him, then don't claim to be in the entertainment industry, top artists, fashion emperors, but any luxury brand you call has his design works.

And all the stars around the world dream of gaining his favor, no matter how big the star is, if he can be invited by Galeries Lafayette's show, let alone a catwalk, just to be an audience, he must send a full month of press releases to show his compulsion.

Lu Wanrou also dreamed that she could have such a day, if she could have a relationship with Lafayette, her coffee position and forced style would fly directly to the sky.

However, even if Wang Xiaoan quoted Lafayette's words and slapped Lu Wanrou and them in the face now, they would not turn to have more respect for Wang Xiaoan, but instead became angry and attacked Wang Xiaoan even harder.

How can they who think they are exquisite and high-end, how can they allow a straight man to suppress their complacent fashion aesthetics?

"But it's Lafayette! Mr. Wang, a straight man like you, can you compare with others? The planning director shook his head.

"Hmph, but I just know a powerful name in the fashion industry, look at the one who dragged you, do you know people, do people know which onion you are?" Lu Wanrou pursed her lips.

"That's it! And Galeries Lafayette is a high-end artist who really understands design, painting and music! The dream lover of women all over the world! People have works and talents! And Mr. Wang, which piece of pig's head meat are you? A turtle! A self-righteous greasy man who draws cakes with employees all day long and talks about his feelings! You shut up! You don't deserve to mention Galeries Lafayette's name! That's an insult to him! The fat sister crossed her waist and scolded angrily.

Wang Xiaoan smiled.

"To tell you the truth, I also have works."

"What works? A collection of bragging quotes? The fat sister sneered.

Lu Wanrou and the planning director suddenly let out an exaggerated burst of laughter.

Wang Xiaoan pursed his lips, then took out his mobile phone, found a photo, and showed it to the fat sisters.

"Well, this is the painting."

Fat sisters, their eyes widened.

In the background of this painting, there are ruins everywhere, the sky is a sunset night with burning clouds, and a beautiful woman wearing a secretary OL outfit on her upper body, high heels on her lower body, and a yellow hard hat on her head, is riding a green rickshaw with a body full of heavy masonry rubble!

The beautiful woman gritted her teeth, used her strength to breastfeed, and pedaled the tricycle with her slender legs in high heels.

After reading it, Lu Wanrou and the others all showed disdainful expressions.

"What's this? It's decent, but the content is too boring, what is there to draw when a woman pedals three wheels, and the lines are childish like a primary school student's graffiti, and the colors are blurry, completely at the level of a primary school student! It's really a garbage work that Mr. Wang, a pig's head can only draw. Sister Fat commented very viciously.

Lu Wanrou and the planning director also frowned, and let out a black fart, saying that Wang Xiaoan's painting was not as good as garbage.

Wang Xiaoan couldn't help but smile wryly.

He really played the piano to the cow, and actually gave this group of turtles who didn't understand art at all to appreciate his famous paintings.

They don't understand impressionism, they don't understand color blending, they don't understand the basic knowledge of these painting appreciation, and they dare to make such wild comments about it, which is really ignorant and fearless.

"Then what would I say if I told you that at this year's art exhibition at the Musée Duchamp, this painting was named the best painting of the year, and was praised by the top artists in the world, and wanted to see the author of this painting, even Lafayette Lagerfeld, whom you worship as a god?" Wang Xiaoan blinked.