Back and forth, there were several rounds of "arguments", but the other party was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Yiling is the spokesperson of Fanchen, we are in a relationship of in-depth cooperation, and if the designer Wen Yao gives her a measuring stick, she can afford her!"

"Besides, if it weren't for our spirit, would Fanchen have the current status? It's already rotten and stinky! ”

When Sister Zhou heard this, she was instantly annoyed, learning the other party's tone, tooth for tooth and eye for eye.

"If it weren't for the dress we designed to make Song Yiling successfully out of the circle, would she have her current status? It's already rotten and stinky! ”

As soon as Sister Zhou said this, she stepped on the other party's tail directly!

"Obviously, we are Lingling people as their name suggests, and they look smart, even if they don't wear a dress designed by Slim, they are still out of the circle back then!"

"Yiling pushed you Fanchen, and now you turn your face and don't recognize people?!"

"With Yiling's powerful fan group, one person can drown your small studio with a mouthful of spit!"

At this time, Wen Yao understood why Sister Zhou was shouting at the top of her voice.

Because the other party's voice is too sharp, as if it wants to puncture the eardrum!

The designers in the office couldn't sit still, and they all muttered angrily.

"Slender clothes, whoever wears them will be out of the circle."

"That's it, costume designer Be

Personally certified. ”

Outside, Song Yiling's people are still unrelenting.

"Don't forget! Our Yiling is an artist of Lu Ding Entertainment, and she is also a well-deserved sister! ”

"What consortium does Lu Ding Entertainment belong to, I don't need to say more! Do you have the ability to offend Yiling, and do you have the ability to offend Mr. Lu?! ”

Look at their arrogant appearance, they are really dogs with their masters.

Since it was for her, she had to show up anyway.

The dog's legs are all sent to the door, when will you not fight at this time?!

Suddenly, Wen Miao got up and walked out of the office.

"I'm Wen Yao." She introduced herself.

Song Yiling's people are called one eye above the top, and they look at people completely through their nostrils.

"I am Song Yiling's special assistant, my surname is Li, just call me Sister Li."

Wenyao: I don't understand.

She smiled and shouted, "Xiao Li." ”

Assistant Li was half angry when he heard this title.

"What do you call me?"

"Do you need me to repeat it again? Xiao Li. ”

Assistant Li's eyes widened! It's even angrier!

Wen Miao didn't bother to talk nonsense with her.

"Cooperation is a mutually beneficial relationship, as you just said, so far, Fanchen and Song Yiling are indeed a relationship of deep cooperation."

"Song Yiling wants to hand-pick a designer to measure her ruler, but it's not impossible."

As soon as Wen Yao's words came out, Sister Zhou was anxious, how could Song Yiling still ask for it?

"Wen Yao?" She hurriedly reached out to pull her.

Wen Yao smiled at Sister Zhou, and then her eyes fell on Assistant Li again.

"However, my brother is clear about the account, and the designer's appearance is not this price."

"How much?" Assistant Li folded his hands in front of his chest, looking arrogant.

"Six hundred thousand." Wen Jiao made an offer.

"What?" Assistant Li was shocked, "Why don't you grab it?" ”

"It's just a clear price, it's your business if you can't accept it."

"Why can't you accept it? This time, Mr. Lu spoke, there is no upper limit to Sister Yiling's dress budget! ”

This time, Assistant Li's sharp voice pierced Wen Yao's heart.

- Mr. Lu spoke, Song Yiling's dress has no upper limit.

Just this sentence lingered in her ears countless times.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and the pain was so great that she couldn't even breathe for a while...... She had forgotten about it.

Lu Yancheng, you are so generous.

Assistant Li was silent when he saw Wen Yao, thinking that a little designer like her, who had never seen the world, was scared.

She dragged it like 2580,000.

"Do you understand what it means to have no upper limit? Don't say that you want to pay 600,000 yuan, it's 6 million, that's also a matter of one sentence. ”

"Okay, then six million."

He Lu Yan inherited a lot of money and stupidity, and there was no upper limit on Song Xiaohua's dress.

Since it is now sent to the door for her to slaughter, then if you don't slaughter it, you won't slaughter it!

Assistant Li's eyes widened like copper bells, "What are you talking about??? ”

Sister Zhou, who was standing on the side, almost didn't laugh, and said in her heart: I've seen a ruthless asking price, but I've never seen such a ruthless one!

Wen Yao looked at Assistant Li's stunned appearance, and said unhurriedly,

"Didn't wear a hearing aid when you went out today?"

"Look at you pitiful, I'll reluctantly repeat it, you prick up my ears and listen!"

"I came out to give Song Yiling a measuring stick, six million."

Assistant Li was furious, "You are sitting on the ground and starting the price!" ”

"Sitting on the ground? Do you have proof? ”

Wen Yao sneered, her voice was so cold,

"If there is no evidence, it is slander and slander!"

When Assistant Li heard this, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

Wen Miao immediately asked someone to help draw up the contract.

Soon, Wen Yao handed the contract to Assistant Li.

"Sign it, I'll go with you if you sign it."

Of course, Assistant Li didn't dare to sign, and he must have asked Song Yiling for instructions.

Wen Miao is waiting.

There is no upper limit on dresses, but other extras are always limited.

How shrewd is a businessman like Lu Yancheng?

You can't be stupid enough to measure six million, right?

Soon, the call came to the secretary's office of the Lu Ding Consortium.

Secretary Fei received the call and rushed into the office as soon as possible.

"Mr. Lu, Miss Song said to call you, but you haven't answered."

Lu Yancheng didn't even raise his eyelids, "Why should I answer her call?" ”

Secretary Fei: There's nothing wrong with that.

"Mr. Lu, this matter has something to do with my wife."

Syllable.

The pen was thrown on the table.

"Say." Lu Yancheng's eyes fell on Secretary Fei.

"I'm going to have someone turn the phone in."

"You don't have a mouth?"

Secretary Fei was stunned for a moment, understanding that Lu always didn't want to talk to Song Yiling on the phone, and after he reacted, he immediately said,

"Miss Song said that she wanted her wife to measure her, so that the size would be more accurate, and the two could also communicate one-on-one about the dress."

"But my wife doesn't seem to be very happy, and she sits on the ground and says that the appearance fee of the measuring tape is 6 million, and the contract is ready."

Secretary Fei told Lu Yancheng Song Yiling's original words.

"And then?" Lu Yancheng seemed to be smiling.