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Chapter 682 Official Designer

"Young Master Han, don't worry too much, this kid is nothing compared to you."

"We're making him bark like a dog."

The inch-cut man said hastily.

Like a dog barking?
When Han Jinxin heard this, he looked at the cropped man in surprise.

The inch-headed man said: "This kid is a piece of rubbish. You see he is a cheap street vendor. I gave him 10 yuan and asked him to kneel on the ground and bark like a dog three times."

"Hey, for a trash like Young Master Han, you need to save 10 yuan for at least three or four years. If I ask him to kneel down and bark like a dog three times, I will give him 10 yuan."

"Do you think I am kind and merciful?"

When he said this, he had an expression of asking for credit.

When Han Jinxin heard what the inch-cut man said, the gloom on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by admiration and excitement.

He patted the inch-headed man on the shoulder and said, "Yes, you did a very good job. I like your work more and more."

Hearing Han Jinxin's praise, the inch-cut man was overjoyed and smiled from ear to ear.

Han Jinxin turned his head to look at Zhang Feng, looked at Zhang Feng with a kind of unruly eyes and said:
"Boy, I'm not a difficult person to talk to. Since you've already collected 10 yuan, you should kneel down and learn how to bark like a dog."

"In this way, you learn how to bark like a dog. If you learn enough, I can give you an extra [-]."

As he spoke, he lifted his head up, as if looking at people with his nostrils.

Zhang Feng's face is getting colder and colder.

He's not one to get into trouble, but he's never been one to be afraid of trouble, either.

"Hehe, you are going to jump into the fire pit by yourself."

Zhang Feng looked directly at Han Jinxin: "If you apologize to me now, I can accept your apology and don't care about you!"

"Damn, you're just a piece of trash, you're a piece of trash that can only be worn on the street, so I'm ashamed to say it here."

"Talk about it yourself, with a scum like you, why do you care about Young Master Han?"

"Do you know that just any piece of clothing on Young Master Han's body is an international famous brand that you, a poor man, can't afford for a year of hard work."

But the inch-headed man started to sneer, he was arrogant, he was defiant, he completely ignored Zhang Feng.

However, when Zhang Feng heard his words, he was not angry, but just wanted to laugh.

Everything he wears is not street clothes. Although he often wears street clothes on weekdays, what he wears today is not.

It is a style designed by a world-class designer himself.

"Please let me go, please let me go..."

However, when the inch-cut male's voice fell, Zhang Feng was too lazy to refute him, and even felt a little sympathetic to him when a voice suddenly sounded.

Then I saw an old man trying to push through the crowd and came over.

"Ah, Master Wang, why are you here?"

After the old man walked over, Han Jinxin, who was extremely arrogant just now, suddenly became respectful.

"Oh, it's you?"

The old man called Master Wang looked at Han Jinxin suspiciously and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Master Wang, you are so noble. I had the honor to meet you in Paris half a year ago. We met at the design meeting of Master Kelvint."

"At that time, my father and I even toasted you personally."

Han Jinxin said politely.

The old man in front of him looks unattractive, but he is the top designer in the Chinese designer circle.

Now many important official figures, the clothes they wear at state banquets and visits abroad are all designed by this old man himself.

His clothes may not be so trendy, but each piece has a strong Chinese style, and he is the official designer of China, with an incomparably high status.

The inch-cut man and the others also showed respect after seeing this Master Wang.

This old man is also often on various news, so he is well known.

"Haha, so that's how it is...we'll talk about it later,"

Master Wang said with a smile.

"Yes!"

Han Jinxin nodded quickly, with excitement on his face, as if it was a great honor for him to be able to say a word to this old man.

Master Wang turned his head to look at Zhang Feng, glanced at Zhang Feng's clothes, and sighed:

"Sure enough, it's a style designed by Evenko...Young man, can you take off your coat and let me have a look."

"Master Wang, what he's wearing is a piece of street goods, what's so interesting about it." But before Zhang Feng could speak, the cropped man spoke out first.

Street stalls?
After Master Wang heard these words, anger suddenly appeared on his face full of kindness.

He turned to look at the short-haired man, and said angrily:

"Who told you that this dress is from street stalls, hum... this is designed by Evanke... the only Chinese-style dress. When Prince Mi and his family visited China last month, they wore this dress clothes."

"And there are only three of these clothes in total."

"You actually said that this is a street stall, who gave you the courage."

he said angrily.

When the inch-cut man heard this, his face turned green.

When Han Jinxin and the others heard Master Wang's words, their expressions brightened immediately.

"Ah, are these clothes designed by Master Evanko? And there are only three pieces? Or is it the style that the prince wore when he visited Huaxia last month?"

The inch-haired man exclaimed.

Eyeballs widened like bull's eyes.

Han Jinxin's eyes also widened, full of disbelief.

Master Wang is the official designer of China.

Evanke is the official queen designer of the United States.

The two cherish each other, they are good friends, and they have also heard about it... Evanke came to China before to learn from Master Wang to design Chinese-style clothes.

It's just that they didn't expect that the piece Zhang Feng was wearing in front of him was actually designed by Ewenke.

"Dengdengdeng..."

The inch-cut man took several steps back, his face turned pale in an instant, and his body lay on the ground like mud.

At this moment, he was scared to death.

Just now he called Zhang Feng poorly one by one, and made him kneel on the ground and bark like a dog.

The reason why he did this was because he felt that Zhang Feng was indeed a poor man, someone he could provoke.

But the young man in front of him now.

He even wore a dress designed by Evanco for the American royal family, and there were only three pieces.

Even people who have no brains can think of it. People who can wear this clothes, will they be ordinary people?
Even if he is a super rich man, without the best connections and background... I am afraid there is no way to get this clothes.

"It's over, it's over...it's over!"

The cropped man was drenched in cold sweat, and he was so frightened that he could pass out at any time.

Han Jinxin's face was also pale and bloodless, just now he had ridiculed Zhang Feng in every possible way, but now that he thought about it... he really felt like he was going crazy to death.

"Hey, you can't live without doing your own crimes."

Zhao Wuchang, who has always followed Zhang Feng, looked at their fearful appearance, slowly shook his head and said to himself.

at this time!

Master Wang looked at the dress carefully:

"Not bad, not bad... The clothes designed by Evanko are very good, and they have been deeply in harmony with the elements of Huaxia clothing design. It's a pity that I was not in Huaxia last time, so I didn't see this dress with my own eyes at that time, but only saw pictures. "

"It's a great honor to meet you today, and it's a worry."

After carefully examining the dress, he said with a smile.

"Master Wang is humble. When Evanke designed this Chinese-style costume, he came to China to study with you for a few months. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to design such a strong Chinese-style costume."

Zhang Feng spoke with a smile, flattering Master Wang without leaving a trace.

(End of this chapter)