CEO spoils me too much

Hearing that Ling Xiaohan shook his hands and said he couldn't shoot, he scared rob. "Young master, I'm really right. It's No. 18, which is the young lady's. And miss Qi Qing is number six. "

In a hurry, rob said Qi Qing's number, because the number was compiled according to the time of design.

Qi Qing made friends earlier, ranking ahead.

"Little radish, you can. You know what my sister is, but you don't tell me. No. 6 is right. Haha, thank you very much." Qi Yan plays the number card in his hand and waits for No. 6 to appear with full expectation.

Number 18 is particularly hot.

After another fierce bidding competition, the price has been raised to 100000, but there are still people who raise the price.

Ling Xiaohan sits on the chair and calmly listens to everyone's price increase. He just doesn't ask for price.

Nearby rob is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. In case that the clothes of the little lady are photographed away by others, it will make a big noise.

"Young master, hurry up. It's too late."

Ling Xiaohan picked up his eyebrows and leaned lazily on the chair. "It's not Qianchen's, why should I take a picture?"

"Ah? It's not sister-in-law's, Han. How can you see it? Teach me, too? In my opinion, clothes are only good-looking and not good-looking. Who designed them? How to distinguish them? "

Qi Yan stared at the clothes on the stage and murmured.

"You only have beautiful women in your eyes, how can you look at clothes?" Ling Xiaohan lost one of his white eyes. "Are you going to shoot this 18th?"

"It's not my sister's, I'll take a picture." Qi Yan shook his head.

"What if he really belongs to your sister?" Lingxiao cold picked his eyebrows.

"Come on, radish saw it with his own eyes. No. 6 is my sister's, and No. 18 is my sister's. you want to fool me to take pictures of my sister-in-law. At night, when I go home, I'm expected to be abandoned by my mother."

Qi Yan is right. Ling Xiaohan didn't say much. He said everything he should.

See 18 by a rich businessman with 150000 high price.

At last, Lop drooped his head and said it was over. It was really over.

Later came up a few works, Ling Xiaohan still did not shoot.

Qi Yan sat down and dozed off. He was about to fall asleep.

"It's not the sixth. I'm so sleepy."

As soon as he finished, the sixth came on stage.

The huge stage, the light is dazzling.

Excited music, Qi Yan has long been waiting for the sixth appeared in front of all.

"This is the work of No. 6, a suit. It doesn't have much characteristics in appearance, but we can see the side of the suit, the long line outline, adding some embellishments to the rigorous suit. The cuffs are embroidered with gold totem, which symbolizes certain authority... "

"How can my sister make such elegant clothes?" Qi Yan stroked his chin and began to doubt Rob's words.

But this dress, at first sight, has no feeling, and it's not impressive. But at second sight, I feel that I want to wear this dress very much. It's rigorous and avant-garde, which is the first choice of people in shopping malls.

"Well, our No. 6 work still starts with 20 million."

Most of the people present were businessmen who came to celebrate the designers.

And most of them are the spendthrift upper class.

This suit, ordinary revealed extraordinary, low-key revealed noble and atmosphere.

Lingxiaohan took the lead in raising the sign, "one hundred thousand."

A word is a hundred thousand.

And the voice comes from Lingxiao cold, which can make the whole cloud city shake three times.

The rest of the audience, who wanted to raise the price slowly, shouted at one hundred thousand. It seemed that he liked the suit very much.

Yuncheng people have a kind of obsession.

What Ling Xiaohan likes is naturally worth liking, and what Ling Xiaohan likes is not bad.

With this attitude.

The rich are raising their prices.

For them, it's a piece of cake.

But they don't know who made it, so they won't bid all over the place.

"110000."

There will be another price increase soon.

"115000."

"Whoa, I'm going to rob number six. My sister is really good. I can't. I have to take back the clothes. Although I may not be able to wear it. The size doesn't seem to be mine. It's like yours, Han. Look at my sister, how much she likes you. She came to the competition and specially designed a suit for you. It's eccentric. " Qi Yan kept on nagging.

Rob frowned. He had no idea what the young master was thinking.

Mingming No. 18 belongs to the young lady, but he said it's not the young lady's, and miss Qi Qing's, he asked for the price.

Wait for you to go back. If you know

"Then I'd better call the price to prove the existence. 200000. "

Qi Yan raised his No. 11 auction card and asked for 200000 yuan.It directly exceeded the highest auction price of 150000 on the spot.

"Wow..."

There was a sound of surprise and shouting.

The auction site was pushed to the hottest high tide point.

Qi Yan complacently shakes a face to Ling Xiaohan, "brother, are you bullying?"

"Five hundred thousand."

Ling Xiaohan stares at Qi Yan's complacent little appearance and starts to add 500000 yuan.

It's a suit with ordinary material, but it can be sold to 500000 yuan, which is more expensive than the world-class famous brand.

It's starting to get weird.

Is it Ling Xiaohan's work of his wife?

Later, we didn't dare to follow.

Qi Yan's face turned green with anger, and his fingers poked Ling Xiao Han's shoulder. "Are you crazy?"

Ling Xiaohan picks his eyebrows, but he can't deny it.

He's crazy because he's making a very big bet.

The suit was designed for him.

"Come on, let's take a picture for you. Anyway, if you take a picture, my sister should be more happy. What kind of fun do I have?" Qi Yan threw the sign away and leaned back on the chair and played with his mobile phone.

Take out the mobile phone, and send a message to Cheng Cheng Cheng, "Hey, sister, do you want to ski this afternoon?"

Before long, Cheng Cheng returned to him and said, "ski your sister's snow, roll!"

Being bombarded mercilessly, he did not give up and continued to bombard with text messages.

"Skate, skate, anyway, cold and Qianchen are going to. Skate, my skateboard shoes, friction..."

“……” Cheng Cheng Cheng sends a string of ellipsis, turns off his mobile phone and continues to draw his own picture.

In the whole competition, the auction of No. 6's works was already settled, and the flowers fell to lingxiaohan's house.

But

"One million!"

At the back of the seat, there was a deep, hoarse voice.

Holding a number nine man, wearing sunglasses, sitting in the back of the voice.

Push this ordinary suit to the forefront of the wave.

Ling Xiaohan glanced back.

There are so many people behind me that I can't see the face of the last one.

Turning around, he gave rob a look. "Go and find out who that man is."