"Miss Qin, Mr. Di said that those public relations managers of luxury brands are too vulgar and don't want them to disturb you. So I told me to help you screen for a round first, and choose the best, latest and most valuable ones to see for you, otherwise it will be tiring your eyes..."

Qin Xin didn't comment.

After a casual look, these Paris Fashion Week battle robes and top-quality haute couture dresses made by major designers.

"This company has no idea and is behind."

"This is already out of the fashion circle, and the fabric and expression are incomprehensible, and it is too difficult to understand."

"This cut is not good, the basic skills are too poor."

"There is a problem with this color scheme, it makes you feel a headache..."

“Is this fashion or a rag?”

Qin Xin pointed out a bunch of problems without hesitation, and then sighed: "Are all the designers rusted this year? Are you ready to go bankrupt in Fashion Week?"

This worry and anger at their inconvenient tone made the senior buyer breathe absent.

I feel that I am not meeting customers, but the big guys in the fashion circle.

As Nalan Yejue's instructions, she came to deliver clothes to Miss Qin regularly every week.

Miss Qin used to be very busy and almost never met her, so she hung all her clothes in the locker room, but Miss Qin seemed to have never worn them.

This time I happened to run into Miss Qin at home, thinking that I could please Miss Qin to try out clothes on the spot to stabilize the client.

Who knew that Miss Qin had too high taste, and she suddenly felt that the clothes she chose were all rubbish.

Fortunately, Ms. Qin criticized her, but in the end she was still considerate of her hard work, so she chose a long ladies shirt and a pair of Chelsea short boots.

There was also a black leather skirt that Miss Qin despised, which was finally left behind.

“The style is poor, but the leather is pretty good, it is the best lambskin.”

Qin Xin commented.

The buyer burst into tears: "Ms. Qin, what else do you need? I will find it for you next time."

Qin Xin: "No need. I went out recently, you don't need it."

Buyer: "No, no, no, I'll wait for you to come back! Wait for you, Miss Qin!

Such noble, such a tasteful, thoughtful and capable customer must be held tightly.

Qin Xin is not very interested in clothes.

In fact, if she needs to wear it, she will cut it herself more to suit her wishes.

But the leather skirt... she looked around with excitement for a few seconds before finding the scissors... and cut them open.

Lu Yi was terrified and frightened when he saw it.

Miss Qin, this leather skirt is the most expensive in the whole venue, at a price of tens of millions.

You cut it, cut it, cut it...

After watching for a while, Lu Yi changed from surprise to curiosity—

Miss Qin, what are you sewing with stitches?

It seems to be used by men...?

Damn, hurry up and report to Mr. Emperor.

Lu Yi secretly rubbed out of the balcony and called: "Mr. Di, Miss Qin is sewing a small gift for you. I will definitely be moved when you come back!"

"By the way, Miss Qin also said that she would go out the house these two days... Well, don't worry, we will protect her."

"And Mrs. Qin's side, I have asked the Empire Concert Hall to call her to collect debts as you told me..."

"The concert hall said that Mrs. Qin honestly handed over the check back to pay off the debt."

"Yes, I told them that the money will be treated as a donation from Miss Qin to the concert hall. In the future, Miss Qin will hold a concert, and the Empire Concert Hall must give priority to the best concert hall and the best time for her..."

Eighty million.

Haha, do you think his eldest son is a philanthropist?

Mrs. Qin really thought that just a few words of threats could dig out money from Mr. Emperor?
Chapter completed!