With that said, Charles took out a pink business card from his pocket and pushed it along the coffee table in front of Ye Xinyi.
Ye Xinyi did not touch the business card, but smiled politely and said:
"Sir, thank you for your kindness. I'd better wait until my boyfriend comes."
"Boyfriend?" Charles was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Is that the silly boy wearing a sweatshirt and hoodie just now?"
Ye Xinyi didn't even raise her head, she looked through the album and nodded matter-of-factly.
When Charles saw this, he suddenly laughed and said mockingly to Ye Xinyi:
"Did you know? This store only accepts two customers today. One is the distinguished Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, Maktoum, and the other is me in front of you!"
Ye Xinyi closed the album, raised her head and looked directly at Charles, and said calmly:
"Have you finished speaking? Please stay away from me after you finish speaking. Thank you."
Charles' expression changed. He never expected that Ye Xinyi would be so disrespectful.
In anger, he immediately shouted:
"Waiter, is this woman a member here? If not, ask her out immediately. She is affecting my mood for making clothes."
Before the service staff in the store could react, a lazy voice suddenly came from downstairs:
"Whose mad dog is barking here?"
Charles couldn't believe that someone actually dared to call him a mad dog. He was so angry that he almost lost his mind.
"Who is it? Come up to me if you have the guts."
There was a burst of noisy footsteps on the stairs below. The footsteps came closer and closer, and soon four people came up.
The leader was an extremely old man with snow-white silver hair. He looked meticulous in a windbreaker, suit, and vest, and he was carrying a small suitcase in his hand.
The other was a handsome man with a beard, wearing a leather jacket, plaid pencil pants and a pair of shiny leather shoes.
Following closely behind the two men was a man with a straight back and a vigorous look.
Looking at the first two people who came up, Charles looked a little embarrassed and forced a smile:
"Master Tom Ford, Sir Nicholas Hoult, you two are here so quickly. Later..."
The four people came up very quickly. Except for the two referees who flew in from abroad and a strange man whom Charles didn't know, the last person who came up turned out to be a Chinese wearing a hood and a mask.
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Neither Tom Ford nor Nicholas Hoult spoke to him, but the capable man who came up third took out a black crystal card from his arms and turned his head respectfully and handed it to Li Mu.
"Who do you want to kick out?"
Li Mu took the card and stared at Charles closely and asked.
At this time, the store clerks on the second floor who had reacted hurried over.
Seeing the clerk who had asked him to verify the card before, Li Mu held the card between his two fingers and handed it over casually.
Seeing Li Mu take out the card, the clerk's eyes widened and he said more respectfully:
"Please show me the card."
Holding up the card, the clerk carefully put on his single-eye lens and looked at the spotlight above his head.
This is a black crystal card the size of a bank card.
The corners of the card are rounded corners after the gem cutting process.
The surface of the gem card is covered with a layer of sapphire film. Under the light, the sapphire film shines like stars.
In the lower right corner of the card, there is a string of artistic Arabic numerals engraved, and in the upper left corner, the name of the card owner is hollowed out in a long string of Saudi characters.
Cardholder - Crown Prince Maktoum.
Seeing this card, the clerk asked in surprise: "Mr. Li Mu, may I ask what this is?"
Before Li Mu could speak, the man who respectfully handed Li Mu the black crystal card immediately said on Li Mu’s behalf:
"This is a friend of our prince. Please tell the chief referee Kaleseni that all the tailoring qualifications of His Royal Highness this year have been transferred to Mr. Li Mu."
After hearing the conversation between the three people, Charles's female companion behind him widened her eyes, stood up in shock, and asked in disbelief: "What? How is this possible?"
At this moment, cold sweat started to flow down Charles' back.
The person in front of me is not an ordinary star in the entertainment industry.
He could actually get Crown Prince Maktumu, who actually controls the armed forces, to give up his tailoring rights for a year. This shows that it is not only a matter of money, but also a huge face.
Charles almost cried because he was a rich second generation who relied on his father to eat and wait until death.
Usually relying on his father's influential position in the fashion industry, Charles is used to being domineering. He often flirts with female celebrities and bullies models.
But today, he knew he had hit a brick wall.
Charles' smile froze on his face, and he forced a smile and said: "...Listen to me, I just wanted to make a joke. I really didn't mean anything else."
Li Muli ignored him and walked past him, reaching out to soothe Ye Xinyi's back.
The butler of Crown Prince Maktoum on his side followed Li Mu. When he saw Ye Xinyi, he shook hands politely, then picked up Charles' business card from the table and looked at it.
"You like to joke so much, so I'll joke with you too." The butler Arrea picked up the business card and took a look at it.
"Milan International Model Agency?"
Hearing Crown Prince Maktoum's butler read out the name of his father's company, Charles almost wet his pants and said with a cry:
"Sir, I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please forgive me."
"You didn't offend me, how can I spare you?"
Arrea squinted his eyes and casually put Charles's business card into his pocket.
Charles suddenly became even more panicked. He hurried to Ye Xinyi and said with a sad face: "Sir, madam, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
"That's it! I'm willing to compensate you two!"
"I'll give you my quota for tailoring clothes!"
Araya lowered his eyelids and said, "Are you looking down on the fact that our crown prince's tailor-made clothes are not enough?"
"Where...how dare I?! I just want to atone for my sins and admit my mistake, otherwise..." Charles gritted his teeth and said with heartache:
"Today, all the expenses you spent on making clothes are mine! I just ask you not to keep what just happened in your mind."
Li Muyi glanced at Charles and said calmly:
"You broke your car keys and you didn't ask me to pay for it. How could I have the nerve to accept such an expensive gift from you?"
At this moment, Charles really wanted to slap himself in the mouth, crying and regretting that he had just been so mean.
At this time, Alaya smiled and said:
"It's not easy for several chief tailors to come here. This is Miss Ye Xinyi's first time making evening gowns. Since Master Charles is serious about it, let him pay for these more than ten pieces of clothing."
When Charles heard about the quantity of clothes produced, he almost spit out blood.
Originally, he thought that Li Mu and Ye Xinyi combined would only be able to make four or five pieces of clothing.
After all, this is no ordinary store.
The number of clothes that can be cut out in a year is only 700.
Distribute it equally among people, that is, 1-2 pieces per person.
Unexpectedly, when he met Crown Prince Maktumu, he not only invited the three most famous tailors in the world for Li Mu, but also made an absurd number of clothes.
The materials used here are extremely expensive, and many evening dresses are even inlaid with real diamonds. The cost of these more than ten pieces of clothing is more than 3 million euros at least.
Seeing that Charles' face turned green, Li Mu immediately smiled and said:
"Since Master Charles has such intention, thank you. As expected of the deputy director of Milan International Model Group, he is really generous."
"So... next, can you go downstairs and wait to pay the bill? Don't affect my girlfriend's mood of making clothes."
Li Mu patted Charles on the shoulder and said very 'sincerely'.
Charles went downstairs dejectedly with his female companion.