Without the money, the master might have to sleep in the car tonight.

The hotel prices here are too scary…”

Alvin looked at the handsome and thin old man in front of him who was slightly effeminate. He hesitated for a moment, took out a card and stuffed it into the old man's hand, and said: "Then it's 4999 yuan. Isn't my face worth a dollar?"

?”

As he spoke, Alvin looked back at Valkyrie and said unhappily: "You're looking for a pair of high heels. Damn, there's no discount. Are there any gifts?"

The effeminate old man came back after swiping his card, casually picked up a pair of white high heels and handed them to Valkyrie, smiling and saying: "These shoes match you very well, they will bring you good luck tonight."

"

As he spoke, the skinny old man looked at Alvin, handed over his bank card and a business card with a smile, and said: "The shoes are considered a gift from our store.

I heard that Mr. Tomahawk is going on a date tonight. Isn't your current look good?

I am a pretty good stylist, can I be honored to serve you?"

Alvin clutched his bank card tightly and looked warily at the wrinkled old man with a white ponytail and thunderbolt gloves pretending to be fashionable, and said, "How much is it?"

The old man looked at Alvin's perfect figure with admiration. He smiled and said: "You can pay according to your satisfaction...

Your management of your figure is amazing, and I believe you can also offer a suitable price for fashion."

Alvin looked at the confident old man in front of him, grinning and said: "You definitely don't understand me...
Chapter completed!