Chapter Seventy-One: The Bargaining Lady

Soon, Yang Liu finished counting the money, took out the receipt slip and wrote the receipt, in triplicate, tore off the page for the customer and handed it to the man.

"Mr. Zhu, this is the receipt I received the money, please bring it to Mr. Liang, thank you!"

The man took the receipt, stood up and said goodbye to the two very politely, and couldn't help but look back after walking out, no wonder Liang Lanchao would take the initiative to invite two strangers to come to Hong Kong City to play, there are indeed some differences.

"So much?" After the others left, Lin Zhiyu immediately asked in surprise, for him, can a skirt be worth so much money?

Yang Liu put the money into the space: "For rich people, this is nothing!" Originally, I was a little reluctant, but I was quite relaxed when I really sold it. Probably this is to break away, to often clean up the clutter around and in the heart, so as to maintain a relaxed and happy mood! ”

Seeing that the time was about the same, she changed into a bohemian dress and prepared to go to the café to meet the woman last night, while Lin Zhiyu continued to look through ancient books to find a way to open Pixiu.

Yang Liu looked at it for a while, and he couldn't understand the ancient text at all, so he casually came up with an idea: "Otherwise, it will be smashed, and this Pixiu can also be used to make carving ornaments!" ”

Lin Zhiyu raised his head and smiled helplessly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers to relieve the soreness of his eyes; Yang Liu's skirt is a V-neck, and she just bends over, which is full of spring at this look.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Lin Zhiyu stretched out his hand and pulled her clothes back, very dissatisfied with her clothes.

Yang Liu turned around, and the big earrings swayed, with her smile, it was really charming: "How is it?" Pretty! I'm going to take that woman! ”

"You need to dress like this for a business?" Lin Zhiyu didn't understand it very much, stared at Yang Liu, and asked her to change into tightly covered clothes.

"You don't understand this, I saw that woman yesterday, she was dressed sexy and fashionable, if I was too conservative, how could I make her believe that I could design a style she liked?"

"You, always reasonable, don't forget, she likes your dress yesterday, I don't see anything sexy!"

Yang Liu took the lipstick and smeared it in the mirror, while saying to Lin Zhiyu: "What do you stupid straight man know, she is not necessarily attracted by my skirt, maybe there is someone else who attracts her!" ”

"Someone else? What do you mean? ”

"Think for yourself!"

Lin Zhiyu thought about it for a while, and then asked uncertainly: "You mean Liang Lanchao?" Is she drunk and not meant to drink, but to Liang Lanchao? ”

Yang Liu glanced at him, walked over and hugged Lin Zhiyu's face to kiss him, but he avoided him.

"No, you can go, I don't want to eat your lipstick!"

"Hahaha, this tastes good, why don't you taste something?"

Lin Zhiyu helplessly pulled Yang Liu's arm to prevent her from making trouble, but he was still a little worried: "Do you want me to accompany you!" ”

Yang Liu pinched his nose and laughed: "I'm afraid I'll be accosted by a man!" Hmph, I think you want to see beautiful women, right? Think beautifully, let me stay in the house and study this broken pixiu, if you can't get it open, you will smash it, you are reluctant to let me smash it, so I can listen to a sound! ”

After speaking, he got up and left, leaving Lin Zhiyu with a helpless look on his head and smiled, and then sat down and continued to read, hoping to find a word from it. If you really can't find it, then you can only destroy Pixiu.

Yang Liu sat by the window, holding her chin and watching Wu Qian get out of the car from the glass window, with high heels, big red lips, wavy hair swaying very regularly with walking, and her thin waist twisting gently, very charming and sexy.

She couldn't help but think: She looks more beautiful than last night, no wonder she wants to fight Liang Lanchao's idea, there is some capital. I couldn't help but think: Fortunately, Lin Zhiyu was not allowed to come down, and this man should be tempted to keep it.

As she went, the men around her couldn't help but look at her.

Wu Qian walked in, and at a glance saw Yang Liu standing up at the window, a pair of good-looking eyebrows couldn't help but move, and glanced up and down at Yang Liu several times.

The two sides sat down, and Wu Qian asked for coffee.

Then he looked at Yang Liu, which was completely different from last night's softness, and his attitude today was a little cold and arrogant: "My usual clothes are bought in the mall, but the dresses are all made abroad." I wonder if Miss Yang can make what I like and make the style I like? ”

Yang Liu is used to seeing such customers, so his attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Whether you can make the style that Miss Wu likes depends on whether Miss Wu is suitable or not." ”

Wu Qian raised her eyebrows: "Oh, how do you say it?" ”

Yang Liu said with a smile: "If Miss Wu is sincere in customizing clothes, she will inevitably tell me carefully about her preferences and what occasion to wear them, then I guarantee that I can design a dress that Miss Wu is satisfied with." ”

Wu Qian smiled: "So confident? ”

"Of course! I still want to reach a long-term cooperative relationship with Miss Wu, and I will definitely satisfy you with my heart! ”

The waiter brought the coffee, the delicate and elegant cup contained bitter coffee, Wu Qian took it and took a sip, and then put it down without making a sound.

Yang Liu has been observing her quietly, she needs to understand this person's personality and preferences, in order to make clothes that really satisfy her.

"Isn't coffee without sugar and milk bitter?" Yang Liu asked suddenly.

Wu Qian paused for a moment before replying, "Bitter, why not bitter?" However, only suffering can keep me awake at all times. ”

This is an ambitious woman, Yang Liu made such a conclusion.

After she finished asking for her dress, Yang Liu drew a sketch on the spot opposite.

Wu Qian became serious and discussed the details with Yang Liu.

Two hours old, she had to look at Yang Liu with admiration, the two reached a preliminary consensus, Yang Liu went back to complete the drawings, the two agreed to meet here tomorrow, Yang Liu will take out the modified version to her.

After Yang Liu went back, he got into the space and began to draw, modifying while revising, and the dinner was a food delivery service called by Lin Zhiyu.

The next day, Yang Liu, who didn't sleep long at all, was as energetic as a chicken.

In the café, Wu Qian couldn't make a mistake when she looked at the revised drawings, but she was still skeptical about the finished product.

"Miss Yang, how much do you charge for this dress?"

Finally talking about the price, Yang Liu smiled: "This custom clothing is demanding, time-consuming, and it also needs to add pearls and embroidery, of course, the most important thing is the design and fabric." So, Miss Wu, I will charge 10,000 yuan for this dress! ”

"Ten thousand? Too many, two thousand! Wu Qian didn't seem to want to negotiate the price, so she said it categorically.

Yang Liu smiled: "Miss Wu, you go abroad to customize dresses for more than 10,000, right?" ”

"Humph!" Wu Qian sneered disdainfully: "Foreign countries are big brands, and they are guaranteed." And you don't have any fame, I am equivalent to helping you make a name for yourself, to put it bluntly, I am your living advertisement. ”

"Although I am not famous, but you have seen my craftsmanship and my design, you don't need to look at fame, what you see is whether your heart is moved, as the saying goes, it is hard to buy a good heart, right?"