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"Could it be... that Chu Yan is really testing me?" Unknowingly, Zhang Qianqian's eyes blurred suddenly, and she sat down on the sofa weakly, her heart ached.

Of course, Chu Yan's data are indeed records of stock speculation.He can earn 40 to [-] in a few months, and naturally he can make a lot of money in the days to come.The reason why he spent all his money on one stock is inseparable from the feeling of traction in the dark.Of course, there is also "temper".

Those three years were his gloomy period, but after getting through it, he made nearly [-] million yuan overnight, which was considered worthwhile.It's a pity that Zhang Qianqian didn't know how to cherish, and her vanity made her miss the rich man.

At this moment, Chu Yan and Fatty Luo were choosing clothes in a large and luxurious clothing store.There are several districts here, covering an area of ​​more than [-] square meters.Each row of clothes was introduced by the waiter, and Xiao An was attracted by the evening dresses in a window.

Chu Yan and Fatty Luo wandered around, but they didn't see anything they liked.Suddenly, the shout of the front desk manager made them turn their attention to it. [

"Master Harden, you are really here!" The front desk manager saw a foreigner with a big beard and strange clothes, and immediately went up to meet him, and exclaimed in surprise, "It happens that we have something to trouble you for!"

It turned out that this was the so-called top Asian fashion designer Master Harden.But in the eyes of Chu Yan and Fatty Luo, this uncle's taste is not too high.

Wearing a ragged scarf on a hot day, think you are from the Middle East?

Chu Yan glanced at the store. The front row was mainly filled with all kinds of evening dresses, slit style, backless style, suspender style, all kinds of them. They looked luxurious, but they felt very tacky.

Master Harden was drawing a picture at this time, and when he looked up at random, his eyes lit up when he saw Fatty Luo and Chu Yan: "Who is this gentleman?"

The front desk manager quickly said, "Oh, he's a friend of our boss..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Harden walked over quickly, squeezed Chu Yan's arm and said, "A good figure, definitely a model figure, with broad shoulders and a unique temperament."

He took out a business card and handed it to Chu Yan: "Sir, can I ask you to be my model? Your one-in-a-million temperament can definitely interpret my works perfectly. Next week's I'm going to surprise everyone with a Paris fashion show!"

"Really, old man?" Chu Yan scratched Master Harden's palm: "I have a nice flying car, and I want you to help me screw the screws, your fingers are long and flexible, and you can definitely fix my car. "

Chu Yan doesn't like others touching him like this, especially an old man.

"Ah, sir, I don't think I'm suitable for that rough job." Master Harden also noticed Chu Yan's unkindness, and pulled his hand back embarrassingly.

"I'm also not suitable for the humiliating profession of being a model." Chu Yan shook his head and replied.

The front desk manager rushed to Master Harden's ear and whispered a few words, Master Harden immediately changed his expression: "Sir, you are choosing clothes for the party, please come with me!"

The front desk manager didn't know what Chu Yan's identity was, but since he could make the boss pay that much attention, he would definitely not be a low-level person, and he might have something to do with the boss's boss's boss!

Opening the back door and letting Chu Yan in, Master Harden said, "Sir, the clothes here are all for the most distinguished guests. You can choose whatever you like, is there anything you like?"