C69 Fashion queen

Hearing that, Zhang Xiaoying became even more furious, and could not help but berate coldly: "Enough, Zheng Jianshu, you have gone too far! Even if the negotiation is a failure, there is no need for you to make your words sound so awful! Furthermore, the reason why Fang Ye Haochen did not wear a shirt was not on purpose. It was because of the special situation just now.

Zhang Xiaoying was obviously very excited, as sshe said that, he took Ye Haochen's shirt from the carriage and extended her hand out to show Zheng Jianshu and the rest.

Unexpectedly, a lackey who was standing beside Zheng Jianshu casually grabbed the shirt in Zhang Xiaoying's hands, and didn't forget to shake it in front of him. After that, he laughed and ridiculed: "Hahahaha, this piece of tattered clothes, wearing it is worse than not wearing it at all, from which beggar's hands is this clothes? You even have the nerve to say that you are a person in the garment industry! "

When he said that, even Zheng Jiantao could not help but burst out laughing. His subordinates had been taught a lesson by Ye Haochen before, but now they all felt that it was better to vent their anger, becoming even more arrogant and proud, as they laughed non-stop.

Ye Haochen kept his silence as he leaned against the high-speed railings on the side of the road and smoked his cigarette from time to time.

Zhang Xiaoying had been standing beside him the entire time. Although she didn't like Ye Haochen smoking in front of her, but surprisingly, she did not stop him today. Now that she heard Zheng Jianshu and the others ridiculing her, her lungs almost exploded.

The sharp-eyed little brother saw the cigarette in Ye Haochen's hand, and immediately mocked: "Hahahaha, if I'm not mistaken, the cigarettes he smokes aren't worth more than twenty cents per cigarette, right? This is so embarrassing! "

The lackey who was waving his shirt around seemed even more unscrupulous. He actually dared to throw the shirt in his hand into the air, laughing loudly.

Ye Haochen's shirt fluttered in the air for a moment, and then landed in front of Zheng Jianshu. He also planned to take it and mock at it, and extended his hand out to take it, giving a disdainful glance, and even intentionally pinched his nose: "Zeze, is this a person's clothes?"

Halfway through his words, Zheng Jianshu was suddenly stunned, when he held onto Ye Haochen's shirt, he subconsciously rubbed it, suddenly feeling that the shirt's material was not normal, it was very different from the domestic clothes.

At first, Zheng Jianshu thought he was mistaken, but he deliberately increased his strength by a bit, and his expression immediately became even more serious. He held the clothes in his hand and looked at them closely, and he could not help but reveal a shocked expression.

Rather than say that Zheng Jianshu was looking at a piece of clothing, it would be more accurate to say that he was looking at a piece of art. He was afraid that he had judged wrongly, so he turned around and took out a book from his car.

Zheng Jianshu's eyes widened even more as he looked at the pages and shirt left and right. His guess from before was confirmed, even though he could not believe it, but the truth was right in front of him.

When Zheng Jiantao and his subordinates saw Zheng Jianshu like that, they did not know what had happened. The people who were mocking Ye Haochen unrestrainedly just now all stopped, Zheng Jiantao could not help but ask, "Jianzhu, what are you looking at?"

Even Zhang Xiaoying was very suspicious, thinking: "How could this guy take Ye Haochen's shirt as a treasure?!"

Zheng Jianshu's expression was blank, he did not listen to his cousin Zheng Jiantao's question at all. He ran to Ye Haochen and held onto the shirt with trembling hands, as if he had lost his speech, and held back for a long time before speaking incoherently: "Mr Ye, Beta Tina, top master of global clothing design! This shirt, could it have come from the Italian royal designer Betastina? "

Betastina?

Some were shocked, some were shocked, and some even felt nothing. For example, the dozen or so men under Zheng Jiantao's command looked at each other with wide eyes, but did not know who Betastina was.

Hearing Zheng Jianshu's question, Ye Haochen faintly nodded his head and continued to lean on the railings, smoking the cigarettes that cost less than two cents a stick.

Receiving Ye Haochen's confirmation, Zheng Jianshu's expression became even more agitated. He actually crawled forward as he half squatted in front of Ye Haochen, and extended his hand out to caress Ye Haochen's pants.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding people were all confused once again. Ye Haochen lowered his head and watched this fellow touch his own thigh. What are you doing? I don't like that! "

Zheng Jianshu did not care about the meaning behind Ye Haochen's words at all. All of his focus was on the set of Ye Haochen's clothes.

Betastina was said to be a queen in the global fashion industry. Legend has it that she only designs two costumes a year, and they are all custom-made for the royal families.

Since Betastina's home country was Italy, she was often seen in Italian royalty, and other nobles wanted to get Betastina's clothes themselves. If they took the time to line up, they would have to wait until 20 years later, because she only designed two pieces a year.

If one did not carefully look at Ye Haochen's clothes, one would not be able to tell that the material used to make this outfit was made from a biological material unique to the Italian Royal Family. Especially when it was worn in summer, it was light and comfortable and would not even touch one's body even if they were sweating.

This kind of material could only be found in the noble houses of Italy. If its value was converted into Chinese currency, this set of clothes would at least cost 2 million yuan, but for normal people who didn't know anything, it would barely sell for a price.

Of course, the value of the material itself was only a small part of it. The most important part was that the design came from Betastina, who could only design two pieces a year. In other words, Beta Stina might have made an exception and made a separate set of designs for Ye Haochen.

Zheng Jianshu was quite famous in the domestic fashion design world. The most admired person in this industry was the fashion queen, Beta Stine. When Zheng Jianshu was studying abroad, in order to be able to catch a glimpse of the Goddess Beta Stine's charm, he had followed several other European countries and failed to achieve his wish. This had also become his biggest regret.

Although Zhang Xiaoying wasn't involved in clothing design, she was, after all, someone from the dry clothing industry. She had naturally heard of Beta Stine's great name, she never thought that Ye Haochen's ordinary looking clothes would actually come from Beta Stine's design. She also looked at Ye Haochen in disbelief.

Zheng Jiantao's family's main business was in the apparel industry, so naturally, he knew of Beta Tina's beautiful name. He also subconsciously walked over and caressed the shirt in Zheng Jianshu's hands, and couldn't help but to have a whole new level of respect for Ye Haochen.

Looking at Zheng Jianshu who was holding onto the shirt lovingly like a treasure, Zhang Xiaoying anxiously took it from him and hid it behind him. This girl had some ulterior motives, as if she was afraid that Zheng Jianshu would pollute such a good piece of clothing.

The crowd's reaction made Ye Haochen laugh. He hurriedly said, "I just happened to be acquainted with Betastina, that time we met, she insisted on designing clothes for me. I didn't have the nerve to refuse. Sigh, let's get back to business! Weren't you dissatisfied with our Metro Corporation's clothing design concept? I will give a few simple responses now. If you think it's okay, then sign the contract! I don't like ink. "

After that, Ye Haochen began to speak with confidence. Although his statement was concise and concise, it involved many aspects: from the development of clothing design to various types of concepts, from the international macroscopic concept of the clothing industry to the specific national conditions of each country, from different styles of spring, summer, autumn and winter, to different styles of clothing, and from the texture of the clothing materials to the comfort experience of the clothing.

A few complicated professional terms were coming out of his mouth easily, but as a professional level clothing designer, Zheng Jianshu was dumbfounded listening to them.

Ye Haochen's description was simple and easy to understand, it was extremely concise, even the boorish men who only knew how to fight and kill listened with relish, and stared at Ye Haochen with rapt attention.

One of them gulped down a mouthful of saliva and sighed in his heart, "Damn, I can understand now!"

Zhang Xiaoying, who had been standing at the side staring at Ye Haochen in a daze, was pleasantly surprised by Ye Haochen once again. She had never thought that this fellow would actually have such a comprehensive and unique understanding of clothing design.

God! He was simply a monstrous genius!

Thus, on the side of the highway, a mystical and strange scene played out: a bare-chested young man smoking and talking with confidence, surrounded by over a dozen tough guys, attentively listening to his story. Beside him stood a peerless beauty who was looking at him with adoration …

The sky gradually darkened, and from afar, they could only see the smoke from Ye Haochen's mouth that would occasionally ignite into sparks, as well as his bronze-coloured muscular body that shone under the car's headlights.

When Ye Haochen finished his last word, Zheng Jiantao finally recovered from his shock. He took a step forward and tightly held Ye Haochen's hand, and said simply, "Sign the contract immediately, and wish us a happy cooperation!"

Immediately after, without saying another word, Zheng Jiantao took the contract text that both sides had prepared beforehand, and signed it together with Zhang Xiaoying.