It took two seconds to embarrass!

The charming man - Andrei Jin, the godfather of Korean fashion, then coughed and said to Song Zhichao: "I don't think you can hear my name. I'm Andrei Jin, Andrei Jin!"

Song Zhichao: "Well, even if you are God, my answer is still the same - no interest!"

"Hahaha!" Andrekin smiled awkwardly, glanced at the beautiful manager and waitress who were also laughing awkwardly. He took a breath and pointed at Song Zhichao with orchids: "You are very humorous and funny - do you want to deliberately attract my attention? If so, then you succeed."

Song Zhichao sighed: "You want me to talk a few times. I have no interest in being your exclusive model!"

Andrekin: "…"

I can't hold my face anymore.

"Hahaha! Are you kidding?!" Andrejin asked Song Zhichao, "You don't want to be my model?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "Sorry, Mr. Andrejin, if in such a place, such an occasion, or an environment, a stranger you don't know suddenly invites you to be the chief designer of his company. Would you agree?"

Andrekin: "…"

He was stunned for a moment, "Of course not! No, he would never agree!"

"It's just that - my situation is the same as you, to me, you are the stranger."

"No, no, no, this is different." Andrekin shook his head, "I am a celebrity! I am a well-known designer in the fashion industry! Even if you don't watch TV or newspapers, you must know my name, right?"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, "So what if you know your name? You have to agree to your unreasonable request and be your exclusive model? Then now I will tell you my name, my name is Song Zhichao - can you also go to my company and be my chief designer?"

Andrekin: "…"

Close your mouth.

Andrejin seemed to have heard of the name "Song Zhichao", but he didn't think too much, and finally said: "Friend, to be honest, I don't think there is any common language with you at all!"

Song Zhichao: "Common language needs to be created by both parties, but unfortunately, you and I are not on the same channel."

Andrekin: "You are polite and look good at speaking - but unfortunately, I have now taken back the invitation just now. Although you have a good model figure and appearance, you are not suitable for being a model. The model requires obeying orders and becoming a walking hanger, rather than opening your mouth and making a sophistry with the designer!"

Song Zhichao: "I'm honored that you have such an idea."

Andrekin: "..." The feeling of some fists hitting cotton.

...

The debate is over—

However, Song Zhichao ignored Andrekin and began to choose clothes on his own.

Finally, he chose a white evening dress - the clothes brand was the "Villier" he acquired.

Not far away, Andrekin, who was originally angry, vented all his temper on the beautiful manager and waitress, saying that why are there so many low-quality people here who don’t even know the fashion at all; and that costumes also have souls - interesting souls are worthy of the most exquisite clothing.

For this fashion celebrity with weird behavior and extraordinary words, both the waitress and the beautiful manager can only act as the audience timidly and express their approval from time to time.

Seeing that the two of them only knew how to nod and didn't know how to refute, Andrekindon felt bored. When he turned his head, he saw Song Zhichao trying on the white evening dress of the "Villier" brand.

Andrejin didn't want to pay attention to it, after all, he lost to Song Zhichao in the bickering just now, but his professional habits made him want to turn his head and look at Song Zhichao.

The more he looked, the more itch he felt - because Song Zhichao's clothes rack was so good, he actually wore such garbage clothes. He was so jealous that he was so stupid that he ruined the good clothes rack.

I endure it!

Let him wear this ugly outfit and embarrassing.

Andrei's Golden Heart Theory.

But--

He glanced left and right.

Seeing that Song Zhichao was still wearing that evening dress and "tickling his head" in front of the mirror - Andrei Jin, who had always been disgusted with ugliness and was extremely picky about the beauty, felt that his heart was itchy like a cat.

"This person simply doesn't understand beauty!"

"I don't know how ugly it is!"

"It's embarrassing to wear such clothes!"

"God, I can't help it anymore!"

Andrekin roared, wearing wooden clogs like crazy, ran to Song Zhichao and stared at him.

Song Zhichao: “…”

I don't understand what this guy is doing.

"Do you know, you insulted me!" said Andrekin.

Song Zhichao: “…”

"When did I insult you?"

"You are wearing such an ugly outfit, which is insulting me and insulting my eyes!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

He looked down at the white evening dress he had chosen, "I think it's pretty good."

"Hahaha!" Andrekin laughed to the sky.

"Isn't it good? I'll let you see what a real work of art is!" After saying that, Andrekin suddenly shook off his silk bat shirt and exposed his waist.

But he saw a wide red belt tied around his waist, with rows of oblique pockets installed on the belt, with scissors, awls, needle and thread bags inserted, and other messy things, which were basically tools that designers often used.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Before he could understand, Andreijin suddenly reached out to pick out the small golden scissors that were inserted obliquely, squatted down at Song Zhichao, and reached out to grab Song Zhichao's waist--

"Damn, what are you going to do?" Song Zhichao was startled and almost kicked Andrekin away.

But Andrei Jin held golden scissors in his hand, and with two clicks, he cut two big holes into the pants that Song Zhichao wore on his legs. The two big holes happened to be located in Song Zhichao's hips - uh, a very awkward part.

"Men's crotch is like women, and is also the most popular part of human surnames. Therefore, in clothing design, we must highlight this natural advantage, use bright colors and patterns to replace the conservative design!" Andrei said in his mouth, but his hands started quickly. He took out the needle and thread from the needle and thread bag, took out two pieces of golden cloth from the rag bag, and began to sew Song Zhichao's pants.

Song Zhichao: “…”

After a long time, I said, "You cut this clothes out of your way - I won't pay!"

Andrekin snorted coldly, "Boy, do you think I would care about that little money? Today I want to let you know what 'turning decay into magic' means!"

Song Zhichao pointed at Andrekin, and then said to the beautiful manager who had a big mouth with a surprised look on his face, "You heard what he said - he paid for this dress!"
Chapter completed!