"Are you a Versace official?"

"And the tailoring for Mu Cheng?"

"Is that a fuss?"

"Versace is an international big brand. How could he reduce his identity to tailor his cowardly wife to a cowardly wife?"

Yuan Yuan shook his head and said, not believing it at all.

After all, even she does not have the qualifications to allow Versace official people to come to the door to cut clothes.

And Qiu Mucheng, a cowardly wife, is naturally even less likely to have this qualification?

However, after Yuan Yuan finished speaking, he realized that his words were a bit inappropriate, and quickly explained to Qiu Mucheng with a smile: "Mucheng, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to look down on you just now."

"It's just a reminder to help you become more careful."

"After all, as far as I know, those who can get international big names to come and tailor their clothes are either rich or noble."

"There is absolutely no more than a palm in the entire Yunzhou."

"Even if my husband is young and promising, he will never be listed here anymore, let alone you."

"So, this person must be a liar."

Yuan Yuan said confidently.

"Miss, I think you've misunderstood. I'm really the head of the Versace Yunzhou branch." The middle-aged man explained.

"Oh?"

"I don't admit it yet, right?"

"I really think I can't expose you if you don't admit it?"

"Mu Cheng has never worn any luxury brand clothes. If you lie to her, you might be able to get away with it today."

"But unfortunately, you met me Yuan Yuan today."

"I tell you, I've worn Versace's clothes so much, and I know this brand very well."

"I have a hundred ways to expose you."

Yuan Yuan sneered coldly, then walked towards the middle-aged man, and said proudly: "You said you are the supervisor of the Versace Yunzhou branch. If this is the case, then you should know the model and price of your Versace clothes well, right?"

"Since that's the case, the one I'm wearing is from Versace. Tell me, how much is this piece of clothing worth?"

The man did not answer at first, but looked at Yuan Yuan, then reached out and touched the material of the clothes on Yuan Yuan's body, and then said, "Miss, are you afraid that you are not having any misunderstandings about our brand?"

"Your clothes, whether in the material, workmanship, or the sewing of details, are far from our authentic coats. Therefore, they are not clothes produced by us Versace at all."

"However, if you insist on asking me to give you a price. The cost of this coat on you is about ninety yuan. The market price is estimated to be between 18 and 25."

"Don't let it go!" As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Yuan Yuan couldn't sit still.

He got up and cursed angrily at the man.

"My mom, I spent 20,000 yuan to buy clothes, but you actually said the cost is only 90 yuan?"

“It’s just nonsense!”

"Just a fool who doesn't know the goods!"

"You dare to say that I'm not wearing Versace?"

"Are you blind and don't recognize the brand on your clothes?"

Yuan Yuan roared angrily.

She saved this clothes for several months, and finally gritted her teeth and bought them from a WeChat friend who specializes in WeChat shopping for a price of 18,000 yuan.

It is said that the domestic market price is about 25,000.

Because overseas shopping avoided tariffs, it was only a few thousand yuan cheaper.

Now that the clothes he bought for a lot of money were called a piece of junk, Yuan Yuan was of course angry.

You know, she used her clothes to show off her superiority in front of Qiu Mucheng just now.

Now that the middle-aged man is saying this, isn’t this a slap in the face?

"I naturally know this brand."

"But this doesn't prove anything?"

"It can only be proved that the one you bought is a high-quality fake from our Versace." The middle-aged man continued to speak in a plain expression.

Every word was like a sharp knife, stabbed into the deepest part of Yuan Yuan's heart.

"I'll go!"

"You are the fake, your whole family is a fake!"

"Mu Cheng, now you should know that this guy is pretending to be Versace's official?"

"If he is really a Versace official, how could he not even recognize the real thing or fake ones?"

Yuan Yuan was so angry that he was so angry that his sharp scolding echoed in the living room.

However, the man didn't explain anything else, just took out his work permit from his arms.

"If you don't believe it, you can log in to the official website of Versace, find a phone call from above, and ask if the supervisor of Versace Yunzhou Branch is me, Zhang Ping."

The man's words are loud and powerful, and he is as if he is not afraid of fire.

Seeing the work permit, Yuan Yuan's eyes widened in an instant.

Could it be that he is really the official director of Versace?

"I'll go, Yuan Yuan, I found it, it's him."

“There are also photos of him on the official website!”

“Exactly the same!”

"This Zhang Ping is indeed the supervisor of Versace's official in Yunzhou." Situ Feng's voice came from behind again.

At this point, Yuan Yuan was speechless.

The arrogance of the past suddenly disappeared, and his pretty face turned red, but he couldn't say a word.

All I can do is shame and doubt in my heart.

She couldn't figure it out.

If what Zhang Ping said is true, why would an international big-name supervisor come to the door in person and tailor his cowardly wife?

"Now, it's time to make the way out. Don't hinder my work, right?" Zhang Ping said coldly. Yuan Yuan dared not speak anymore and made the way out in disappointment.

Zhang Ping led two assistants and walked forward.

However, halfway through, Zhang Ping turned around and said, "Miss, if you don't know that you are a fake, I advise you to call the police, maybe you can recover the losses."

"In addition, our brand is positioned as a high-end group. If you do not have purchasing power, it is better to advise you not to spend blindly. Some scammers have captured your mentality of not having money but pretending to be big money and greedy for small profits, so that they will become popular in the market."

Listening to Zhang Ping's words, Yuan Yuan did not answer, nor did he have the shame to answer.

My old face turned red and felt embarrassed. I wish I could dig the crack in the ground and crawl in.

Ye Fan, who had been silent all the time, shook his head and smiled: "Miss Yuan, it seems that your clothes worth tens of thousands of yuan are not as good as those on my Mu Cheng."

"Although Mu Cheng is not wearing a big brand, she is at least a real thing."

"It's much better than some people who wear fakes and show off everywhere."

Ye Fan said while drinking tea.

Just now, Yuan Yuan had been humiliating Qiu Mucheng intentionally or unintentionally, but Ye Fan saw it all.

How can your own wife allow others to be humiliated?

Ye Fan naturally wants to get this face back for Qiu Mucheng!
Chapter completed!