Rebirth 80: Group Dotes on Blessed Wife Brings Space to Get Rich

Soon, Yang Liu finished counting the money, took out the receipt sheet, wrote the receipt in triplicate, tore off the page for the customer and handed it to the man.

"Mr. Zhu, this is the receipt for the money I received. Please bring it to Mr. Liang. Thank you!"

The man took the receipt, stood up and said goodbye to the two of them politely. After walking out, he couldn't help but look back. No wonder Liang Lanchao would take the initiative to invite two strangers to visit Hong Kong City. There was indeed something different.

"So much?" After the people left, Lin Zhiyu immediately asked in surprise. For him, can a skirt be worth so much?

Yang Liu put the money into the space: "For rich people, this is nothing! I was a little reluctant to part with it at first, but after I sold it, I felt quite relieved. Maybe this is to give up, and we need to do it often.

Clean up the clutter around you and in your heart, so that you can maintain a relaxed and happy mood!"

Seeing that it was almost time, she changed into a bohemian dress and prepared to go to the cafe to meet the woman last night, while Lin Zhiyu continued to look through ancient books to find a way to open Pixiu.

Yang Liu looked at it for a while, but he couldn't understand the ancient text at all, and casually came up with an idea: "Otherwise, if you smash it, this Pixiu can also be used to make sculptures!"

Lin Zhiyu raised his head and smiled helplessly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers to relieve the pain in his eyes; Yang Liu's skirt was a V-neck, and she happened to be bent over, and she was happy at the sight.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Lin Zhiyu reached out and pulled her clothes back, feeling very dissatisfied with her clothes.

Yang Liu turned around in a circle, her big earrings swaying, and her smile was really charming: "How about it? Pretty! I must win that woman!"

"You need to dress like this to do business?" Lin Zhiyu didn't understand very much. He stared at Yang Liu, almost asking her to change into clothes that covered her body tightly.

"You don't understand this. I saw that woman yesterday. She was wearing sexy and fashionable clothes. If I dress too conservatively, how can I make her believe that I can design the style she likes?"

"You are always reasonable. Don't forget that what she liked was your dress yesterday. I didn't see anything sexy about it!"

Yang Liu applied the lipstick in front of the mirror and said to Lin Zhiyu: "What do you know, a stupid straight man? She is not necessarily attracted to my skirt. Maybe there is someone else who attracts her!"

"Someone else? What do you mean?"

"Think for yourself!"

Lin Zhiyu thought for a while and then asked uncertainly: "You mean Liang Lanchao? She is a drunkard who doesn't care about the wine but Liang Lanchao?"

Yang Liu rolled her eyes at him, walked over and held Lin Zhiyu's face to kiss him, but he dodged him.

"No, please leave quickly, I don't want to eat your lipstick!"

"Hahaha, this tastes good, what would you like to taste?"

Lin Zhiyu reluctantly held Yang Liu's arm to prevent her from causing trouble, but he was still a little worried: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Yang Liu pinched his nose and mocked: "You're afraid that I'll be approached by a man! Huh, I think you want to see a beautiful woman? That's a good idea. Just stay in the room and study this broken Pixiu. If you still can't get rid of it,

Just smash it, if you don’t want to bear it, let me smash it, at least you can make a sound!”

After saying that, he stood up and left, leaving Lin Zhiyu shaking his head and laughing helplessly. Then he sat down and continued reading, hoping to find a few words from it. If he really couldn't find it, he would have no choice but to destroy Pixiu.

Yang Liu sat by the window, holding her chin and watching Wu Qian get out of the car through the glass window. She wore high heels, big red lips, and her wavy hair swayed regularly as she walked. Her slim waist twisted slightly, she was extremely charming and sexy.

Already.

She couldn't help but think to herself: She looked even more beautiful than last night. No wonder she had some capital to win over Liang Lanchao. She couldn't help but think: Fortunately, Lin Zhiyu wasn't allowed to come down, otherwise this man would also be tempted.

As she walked, the men who passed by could not help but cast their eyes on her.

Wu Qian walked in and immediately saw Yang Liu standing up by the window. Her beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but move, and she glanced up and down at Yang Liu several times.

The two parties sat down and Wu Qian asked for coffee.

Then he looked at Yang Liu, who was completely different from the soft and charming one last night. Today's attitude was a bit cold and arrogant: "I usually buy my clothes in the mall, but my dresses are all custom-made abroad. I don't know if Miss Yang can make what I like."

Show the style I like?"

Yang Liu was used to seeing such customers, so his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, with a faint smile on his lips: "Whether we can make the style that Miss Wu likes depends on whether Miss Wu can cooperate."

Wu Qian raised her eyebrows: "Oh, what should I say?"

Yang Liu smiled and said: "If Miss Wu sincerely wants to customize clothes, she will definitely tell me her preferences and what occasions she wears. Then I guarantee that I can design a dress that Ms. Wu is satisfied with."

Wu Qian smiled: "So confident?"

"Of course! I still want to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with Miss Wu, and I will definitely try my best to satisfy you!"

The waiter brought the coffee. The delicate and elegant cup contained bitter coffee. Wu Qian picked it up and took a sip, then put it down without making a sound.

Yang Liu has been observing her calmly. She needs to understand this person's personality and preferences before she can make clothes that truly satisfy her.

"Isn't coffee without sugar and milk bitter?" Yang Liu suddenly asked.

Wu Qian paused and then replied: "It's bitter, why isn't it bitter? However, only bitterness can keep me awake at all times."

This is an ambitious woman, Yang Liu concluded.

After she told her dress requirements, Yang Liu drew a sketch on the opposite side.

Wu Qian then became serious and discussed the details with Yang Liu.

After two hours, she had to look at Yang Liu with admiration. The two reached a preliminary consensus, and Yang Liu went back to complete the drawings. The two agreed to meet here again tomorrow, and Yang Liu would give her the revised version.

After Yang Liu went back, he got into the space and started drawing, revising as he went. Lin Zhiyu called for food delivery service for dinner.

The next day, Yang Liu, who hadn't slept for long at all, felt as energetic as a shot of chicken blood.

In the coffee shop, Wu Qian couldn't fault the revised drawings, but she was still dubious about the finished product.

"Ms. Yang, how much do you charge for this dress?"

Finally talking about the price, Yang Liu smiled and said: "This custom-made dress is very demanding and time-consuming, and pearls and embroidery are added to it. Of course, the most important thing is the design and fabric. So, Miss Wu, I accept this dress."

Ten thousand!”

"Ten thousand? That's too much, two thousand!" Wu Qian seemed to not want to continue discussing the price and said firmly.

Yang Liu smiled and said: "Miss Wu, it costs more than 10,000 yuan for you to customize a dress abroad, right?"

"Hmph!" Wu Qian sneered disdainfully: "There are big foreign brands and they are guaranteed. But you don't have any reputation. I am equivalent to helping you build your reputation. To put it bluntly, I am your living advertisement."

"Although I am not famous, you have seen my craftsmanship and my designs. You don't need to look at fame. What matters is whether your heart is moved. As the saying goes, a good heart cannot be bought, right?"