Showdown, I'm the richest man

Facing a poor guy who is not tall, rich or handsome, Zheng Xiaoxiao didn't have to pretend anymore, so he tore his face.

Chu Chen didn't speak, but came to the Pagani parked not far away and sat on it.

In the same place, Zheng Xiaoxiao, who hadn't had time to leave, was dumbfounded.

Pagani?

Why did Chu Chen drive Pagani again?

When Zheng Xiaoxiao was in a daze, Chu Chen had already sped away in Pagani.

Chu Chen believed that after this incident, Zheng Xiaoxiao would not pester him anymore.

"what."

Looking at Chu Chen going away, Zheng Xiaoxiao let out a scream.

It turned out that Chu Chen was really testing himself!

I am just a little bit, just a little bit!

She just missed an opportunity to become a rich man.

"It's all over."

Zheng Xiaoxiao sighed softly, and the whole person seemed to collapse.

She had mocked Chu Chen just now, no matter how good-tempered Chu Chen was, she would never have a chance.

"Do not."

Zheng Xiaoxiao wailed and yelled, and there was nowhere to go when there was fire.

That afternoon, when the mission was over, Su Chuqing and Gao Qiqin happened to be nearby, so Chu Chen had dinner with them.

A few people were chatting while eating, when suddenly, Su Chuqing's cell phone rang.

Su Chuqing opened it and was stunned.

"It's not good, Qiqin, they don't have any invitations."

Su Chuqing said to her girlfriend with some disappointment.

"It's okay, and me, I contacted my friend, and she said she can get the invitation letter."

Gao Qiqin comforted her.

It's just that before Gao Qiqin finished speaking, her cell phone rang.

"What, you can't get it anymore, no more?"

After answering the phone, Gao Qiqin was also dumbfounded when she heard her friend's helpless voice.

Even this friend of mine couldn't get two invitation letters.

"Ok."

Gao Qiqin hung up the phone in frustration.

"What ticket?" Chu Chen asked while eating.

"Invitation to Prada Fashion Week tomorrow."

Su Chuqing explained.

A few days ago, Su Chuqing and Gao Qiqin heard that Prada was going to hold a new fashion week in Shanghai.

As loyal fans of Prada, both of them want to go to the fashion week to have a look.

Just in case, both of them started making invitations.

Unexpectedly, today, even if it was like this, the two of them still didn't even get an invitation letter.

"An invitation to Prada Fashion Week?"

Chu Chen frowned.

He did hear Mo Yuwan talk about this fashion week.

Mo Yuwan just took over Prada, and now that all the internal problems of Prada have been rectified, Mo Yuwan has started to develop.

Holding a new fashion week is one measure.

"Isn't it just an invitation letter? It's simple."

"Do you have a pen and paper?"

Chu Chen asked Su Chuqing.

"Yes, I have."

After Su Chuqing finished speaking, she took out a small notepad and a signature pen from her bag

Taking the pen and paper, Chu Chen signed his name on it.

"Give."

Chu Chen handed the autograph to Su Chuqing.

"Tomorrow, you take it, give it to the person in charge at Prada, and you can go in."

"It's a substitute for an invitation."

Chu Chen explained that he didn't bother to call, so he went to get the invitation letter.

And didn't they also say just now that there is no invitation letter? !

"really?"

Su Chuqing was very excited to accept Chu Chen's signature.

After going through so many things, of course Su Chuqing completely trusted Chu Chen.

Since Chu Chen said so, he would definitely be able to enter with his signature.

Originally, Su Chuqing didn't want to trouble Chu Chen, but in the end she had to rely on Chu Chen.

"A signature?"

Gao Qiqin leaned over and glanced at what Chu Chen had written.

It turned out to be a signature?

A signature can replace the invitation letter?

How is this possible?

Gao Qiqin couldn't believe it.

She didn't know Chu Chen's identity, she only knew that Chu Chen was rich and handsome.

But no matter how rich you are, you can't use a signature, just treat it as an invitation letter from Prada, the world's most famous fashion brand.

Gao Qiqin complained in her heart, very suspicious.

The next day, Gao Qiqin and Su Chuqing went to Prada Fashion Week with Chu Chen's autograph.

378 Prada Fashion Week, Encountering An Old Enemy (3/4)

Along the way, Su Chuqing was very excited. After all, it was such a rare opportunity to witness Prada's fashion week.

If I tell it, my white, rich and beautiful girlfriends will definitely be envious.

However, Gao Qiqin's mood happened to be the opposite of Su Chuqing's.

At this moment, Gao Qiqin was beating drums in her heart, feeling uneasy.

With just a small signature, the Prada people can let them in?

One signature is worth two invitations from Prada?

Gao Qiqin really didn't believe it.

You know, this Prada Fashion Week is the biggest one in the past year, and it is also one of the few held in Shanghai.

Therefore, this Prada fashion week has attracted the attention of many rich women and daughters, making it hard to find a ticket.

Otherwise, it's impossible for Gao Qiqin and Su Chuqing to spend a lot of money and not get the invitation letter.

At the entrance of Fashion Week, Gao Qiqin's footsteps became extremely slow, comparable to snails.

"Qiqin, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to visit soon, shouldn't you be excited and excited, why is this?"

Looking at the strange Gao Qiqin, Su Chuqing asked in confusion.

"At the beginning, do you really believe that Chu Chen's signature can replace Prada's invitation letter, and there are still two?"

Gao Qiqin couldn't help asking.

"Of course I do."

Su Chuqing answered without thinking.

"Hey."

Gao Qiqin sighed softly, she shouldn't have asked Chuqing, now Chuqing has been dazzled by love and lost her reason.

People say that a pregnancy is stupid for three years, how come you are in a relationship and only stupid for three years?

Gao Qiqin complained.

Chu Chen is tall, rich and handsome, that's right, but he's not some top tycoon in Shanghai. How can a signature have such great energy?

"Qiqin, just trust me."

Su Chuqing pulled Gao Qiqin towards the entrance of Prada Fashion Week.

Looking at the unusually serious Su Chuqing, Gao Qiqin became suspicious.

Is it really possible?

"what?"

"Isn't this Chuqing and Qiqin?"

"Why, do you come to Fashion Week too?"

Before Su Chuqing and Gao Qiqin arrived at the entrance of Fashion Week, a strange voice came.

From behind, three gorgeously dressed women walked over together.

"Kong Jiamei, have you come to Shanghai too?"

Looking at the middle one among the three women, Su Chuqing and Gao Qiqin were very surprised.

The one who spoke just now was the woman standing in the middle, Kong Jiamei.

Kong Jiamei was an old enemy of Su Chuqing and Gao Qiqin when they were in Jiangzhou, and they belonged to different circles.

It's just that I didn't expect that Kong Jiamei would come to Shanghai.

"Of course, my boyfriend is the young master of Shanghai."

Kong Jiamei said smugly, very proud.

After all, the three of Kong Jiamei passed by Su Chuqing and arrived at the entrance of Fashion Week first.

Kong Jiamei handed an invitation letter to the staff.

"Beauty, you only have one invitation letter, only one person can enter, and your two friends cannot enter."

After the inspection, the staff said to Kong Jiamei.

Just now, the two friends of Kong Jiamei did not show the invitation letter.

"Oh, I forgot, their invitation letters are also here."

Kong Jiamei looked suddenly enlightened, then took out two invitation letters from her bag and handed them to the staff.

"Jiamei, thanks to you this time?"

"We wouldn't be able to come in without you."

Kong Jiamei's two friends said with emotion.