CEO spoils me too much

Similarly, in Qi Qing's production room, she saw these materials, took them to her hand and looked at them for a while, and began to work quickly.

As an excellent designer, we should have all kinds of abilities to adapt to the circumstances, turn all ordinary or rare materials into magic, and quickly turn them into fashion leading clothes in their hands.

Time passes by minute by second.

It's a very difficult challenge to make a dress in two hours.

Rob stood beside Ling Xiaohan, looking at the time coming.

Remind Ling Xiaohan, "young master, do you need me to inquire about the clothes designed by young lady?"

"No, I can recognize it." Ling Xiao said coldly and firmly, with strange light in his eyes.

"Young master, there are 20 pieces of works in this rematch. It's not easy to find the design of the young lady from the 20 pieces." Rob was vaguely worried about Ling Xiaohan.

"Are you doubting my eyes?" Ling Xiaohan glances at Rob over his head.

No one is allowed to question his judgment.

He will say such words, naturally, with his own judgment.

"No, sir, I think it's better to be safe. In case of wrong shooting, you should kneel down durian."

Rob risked his life to remind Ling Xiaohan.

After all, it's not fun.

In case the young master desperately spends a high price on a dress, he finds that the work is not the work of the little lady, but the work of another designer.

That would be embarrassing.

"All right, then you'll go and find out." Ling Xiaohan was egged on by Rob, but he was still a little empty. He asked him to check.

Rob hurried to the backstage.

Get through the relationship with money and go in.

We are seeing that all designers are handing in their works one after another.

The official staff will write a number and the name of the corresponding designer on the submitted works.

Qi Qing handed over the work to the staff two hours ago.

When she turned to leave, she seemed to catch a glimpse of Rob at the door.

Think about it, he will appear here at this time, must be for

It's two hours.

Staff members enter the workshop to collect clothes and make registration.

Ji Qianchen finished the finishing work in a sweat and handed over the clothes to the staff.

"All designers who have handed in their clothes, please go to the lounge and wait for the result of the competition. After the auction is over, please step on the stage one by one. "

The designers walked into the rest room one by one.

Rob crept behind the number clerk and patted her on the shoulder. "Hey, beauty, can you show me the number?"

"No, it's a competition rule. It must be kept strictly confidential."

The man quickly hid the record book with the record number behind him.

"How much is it, you say." Asked rob, with a crisp voice.

"How much is not enough, you really can't read it."

"Can I see it like this?" I don't know when rob took his pistol out of his arms and aimed it at her back.

The broad overcoat covered his hand with a gun. No one could see that he was threatening a staff member with a gun.

The staff trembled with fear.

Obediently put the record book in Rob's hand.

Rob glanced at it and saw that the number sequence was 18, and the matching name was Ji Qianchen.

When he got the news, rob nodded contentedly and put the pistol back in his pocket.

The book was returned to her. "These orders won't change, will they?"

"No."

"Good. If the numbers are wrong, I'll kill you."

Rob, after threatening like a hooligan, hurried out of the background.

Back in the audience, rob leaned over to his ear and whispered, "young master, young lady is number 18."

"Well."

Ling Xiaohan nodded. Calm down and focus on the next auction that will open.

The organizer hurried onto the stage with the microphone.

"Well, our auction is about to start. The number plate you receive is your bidding number. Later, the works will be presented in a disordered order. You can shoot whatever you like. "

With the organizer's words finished, the whole game entered the most critical and exciting part.

With the light music, the first work was displayed on stage by the staff.

The number is 14.

This is a men's top. It is made of striped fabric to make a sense of personality and fashion.

"Here is our first auction work No. 14. Do you like this men's dress? If you like, you can offer directly. The starting price of each garment is the same, which is 2000 yuan. "Soon, several people raised their bidding cards.

“2100。”

“2500。”

"Well, two thousand five, is there anything higher?"

Soon, the first dress came to an end, without much wave.

The second piece of clothing is displayed, just like the person who is sent to the execution ground, waiting for the death sentence.

The back of the dress symbolizes the designer.

The second dress looks much better. It's a rare dress in terms of its surface beauty and commercial value.

Finally, the dress was also auctioned for 20000 yuan before it was taken away.

Ling Xiaohan sat on the chair and didn't raise his card.

Qi Yan didn't either.

Because he couldn't recognize Qi Qing's work at all.

He rubbed his elbow against Ling Xiaohan. "Did you send rob to the backstage to have a look? Tell me quickly which one is sunny."

"I only let him watch Qianchen's, but Qiqing's did not."

"Tut Tut, won't you take a look by the way?" Qi Yan frowned and looked at rob. "Little radish, do you see my sister's, what's the number?"

It's called radish. It's got goose bumps all over the place.

Shrugged, "master Qi, I really forgot to see it."

"Tut Tut, forget it. I think it must be the most photographed one. The most popular one is my sister's."

Qi Yan thought he was right and made a decision.

The third one is No. 18, which is amazing.

It's a delicate skirt with a shoulder and a waist closing design. The skirt has a unique atmosphere.

This skirt has been favored by many people in an instant, which is more popular than the second one.

Rob looked at this amazing skirt and lowered his head excitedly to remind Ling Xiaohan, "young master, this is the design of young lady, you can take it."

Ling Xiaohan frowned and looked at the skirt. He didn't talk for a long time.

Holding his chin in his fingers, he looked at the skirt on the stage in all directions.

"The dress No. 18 is the most advanced design method, combining the fashionable Paris design style..." The auctioneer held the microphone and worked hard on the explanation.

Others quickly picked up the number plate and began to bid.

And Ling Xiaohan shook his head. "I don't do it."