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Chapter Thirty-Three: The Celebrity Club! 3(2/2)

"What? Mr. Qing is planning to come forward?" Ning Hao's expression suddenly changed.

"I don't like to be a bad person." Qingyu said slowly. "But I have to remind you."

"Please tell me."

"Look at what Mr. Chu is wearing." Qingyu's eyes flickered.

When Ning Hao heard this, he couldn't help but stare.

Wearing?

Seeing nothing strange, Ning Hao looked up and down, still shook his head and said: "Please give me some advice, Mr. Qing."

"The whole body is made of limited-edition high-end goods. As you know, the higher the grade of the designer, the bigger the temper. Therefore, the works of individual weird designers can always create a situation where the price is not marketable. Even if you have money, you can't buy it.

"Qingyu talked eloquently. "There are only a hundred or so suits of Mr. Chu's suit in the world. Yes, he does not seem to cherish this suit. But this does not prove that this suit is cheap. If we must go by the market conditions

Estimate: This outfit is enough to buy a Tenghui."

Tenghui symbolizes low-key luxury.

A car with a starting price of nearly one million.

"Of course, excluding the pair of leather shoes under Mr. Chu's feet that seem to have not been polished for a long time." Qingyu said with emotion. "To be honest, when we first met, I didn't notice the difference in Mr. Chu. It was Mr. Fang who explained it to me.

Confusion."

Mr. Fang?

Is Fang Yi the crazy young man in Baicheng?

Ning Hao's heart sank and he was extremely shocked.

Qing Yu’s last words were what really reminded Ning Hao. Ning Hao might not dare to mess with someone who wears millions of luxurious clothes when he is driven to his senses, but Fang Yi’s friend——

Ning Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, and a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes: "Young Master Qing, in Baicheng, Yanjing, or Huangpu, have you ever heard of a young master named Chu that no one dares to offend?"

"That's not true." Qingyu's face looked a little strange.

"Millions of luxury clothes." Ning Hao chewed carefully, paused for a moment and then said boldly to his best friends. "How many of you, Brother Huihui, also have two sets of majesty and prestige?"

A sinister sneer spread.
Chapter completed!
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