There was a back and forth, and the "argument" went on for several rounds, but the other party was not an energy-saving lamp.

"Yiling is Fanchen's spokesperson. We have an in-depth cooperative relationship. I want the designer Wen Yao to measure her because he thinks highly of her!"

"Besides, if it weren't for us Yi Ling, would Brahma Chen be in the position it is now? It would have rotten and stink long ago!"

When Sister Zhou heard this, she immediately became angry. She imitated the other party's tone and responded tooth for tooth and eye for eye.

"If it weren't for the dress designed by us that allowed Song Yiling to successfully break out of the industry, would she have the status she has now? She would have become rotten and smelly long ago!"

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

"Obviously, our Yi Ling people live up to their name, and they have a graceful appearance. Even if they don't wear slim and elegant dresses, they are still in the industry back then!"

"Yiling pushed you, Fanchen, and now you have turned your back on me and disowned me?!"

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

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

Because the other party's voice was so sharp that it seemed like it was going to pierce the eardrum!

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

"Whoever wears those slim clothes will fall out of the circle."

"That's right, the master of fashion design be

Personally certified.”

Outside, Song Yiling's people were still reluctant to let go.

"Don't forget! We, Yi Ling, are artists from Lu Ding Entertainment, and we are also the well-deserved first sister!"

"I don’t need to say more about what consortium Lu Ding Entertainment belongs to! Do you have the ability to offend Yi Ling, and do you have the ability to offend Mr. Lu?!"

Look at how arrogant they are, it’s true that dogs follow their masters.

Since it was directed at her, she, the client, had to appear no matter what.

The scoundrels have all arrived at your door. If you don’t fight now, how long will it take?

Suddenly, Wen Yao stood up and walked out of the office.

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

Song Yiling's people have one eye higher than the top of their head, and they look at people entirely through their nostrils.

"I am Song Yiling's special assistant. My surname is Li. Just call me Sister Li."

Wen Yao: I don’t understand.

She smiled and shouted: "Xiao Li."

Assistant Li was furious when he heard this title.

"What did you call me?"

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

Assistant Li's eyes widened! He became even more angry!

Wen Yao was too lazy to talk nonsense with her.

"Cooperation is a mutually beneficial relationship. As you just said, so far, Fan Chen and Song Yiling are indeed in a deep cooperative relationship."

"It's not impossible for Song Yiling to want to appoint a designer to measure her."

As soon as Wen Yao said these words, Sister Zhou became anxious. How could she still let Song Yiling take care of everything?

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

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

"However, if the brothers settle the accounts clearly, the designer's measuring stick will not be at this price."

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

"Six hundred thousand." Wen Yao offered the price.

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

"It's just a clearly marked price. It's your fault if you can't accept it."

"Why can't you accept it? Mr. Lu has spoken this time. Sister Yi Ling's dress budget has no upper limit!"

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

——Mr. Lu said that there is no upper limit for Song Yiling’s dress.

Just this sentence lingered in her ears countless times.

Her heart suddenly tightened and the pain was so severe that she even forgot to breathe for a moment.

Lu Yancheng, you are so generous.

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

She even pulled her as hard as 2,580,000 yuan.

"Do you understand what no upper limit means? Don't say you ask for 600,000, it's just 6 million. That's just a matter of words."

"Okay, then six million."

He, Lu Yancheng, was stupid and had too much money, so there was no upper limit on the dress he could give Song Xiaohua.

Since he is now being offered to her to kill, it will be for nothing if he doesn’t kill her!

Assistant Li's eyes were as wide as bells, "What did you say???"

Sister Zhou, who was standing on the edge, almost didn't laugh out loud. She was cursing in her heart: I've seen people asking for cruel prices, but I've never seen anyone so cruel!

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

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

"Looking at how pitiful you are, I reluctantly repeat it again. Please prick up your ears and listen!"

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

Assistant Li was so angry that he said, "You are just raising your price from the ground up!"

"Raising prices from the ground up? Do you have evidence?"

Wen Yao sneered, the voice was so cold,

"Without evidence, it's just slander!"

After hearing this, Assistant Li was so angry that he almost fainted.

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

Soon, Wen Yao handed the contract to Assistant Li.

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

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

Wen Yao is waiting.

There is no upper limit on gowns, but other additional costs are always limited.

How smart is a businessman like Lu Yancheng?

You're not really stupid enough to measure it and give it six million, are you?

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

Secretary Fei received the call and rushed into the office immediately.

"Mr. Lu, Miss Song said she wanted to call you, but you never answered."

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

Secretary Fei: There is nothing wrong with that.

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

Snap.

The signature pen was thrown carelessly on the table.

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

"I'll have someone transfer the call right now."

"You don't have a mouth?"

Secretary Fei was stunned and realized that Mr. Lu didn’t want to talk to Song Yiling on the phone. After he realized what he was doing, he immediately said,

"Ms. Song said she wanted her wife to measure her, so that the measurements would be more accurate and the two of them could communicate one-on-one about the dress."

"But my wife didn't seem to be too happy about it. She raised the price and said that the appearance fee for Dipstick would be six million, and the contract was already drawn up."

Secretary Fei told Lu Yancheng what Song Yiling had said.

"Then?" Lu Yancheng smiled half-heartedly.


Chapter completed!