Chapter: 1558
"However, if you insist on asking me to say a price for your clothes. The coat you are wearing costs about ninety yuan. The market price is estimated to be between one hundred and eighty to two hundred and fifty."
"Fuck shit!" The middle-aged man had just finished speaking, but Yuan Yuan couldn't sit still.
The whole person was like a cat with its hair blown, and when he got up, he yelled at the man angrily.
"Mom, I spent 20,000 yuan to buy clothes, but you actually said that the cost is only 90 yuan?"
"It's just nonsense!"
"Just an ignorant idiot!"
"How dare you say that what I'm wearing is not Versace's?"
"Could it be that you are blind and don't recognize the brand on the clothes?"
Yuan Yuan roared angrily.
She had saved her living expenses for several months, and finally gritted her teeth and bought it for 18,000 yuan from a WeChat friend who specializes in online shopping via WeChat.
It is said that the domestic market price is around 25,000.
Because Haitao avoided the tariffs, it was only a few thousand dollars cheaper.
Now that the clothes he bought at a huge price were said to be junk, Yuan Yuan was of course outraged.
You know, just now she used her dress to show off her superiority in front of Qiu Mucheng.
Now that the middle-aged man is talking like this, isn't that slapping her in the face?
"I naturally recognize this brand."
"But that doesn't prove anything?"
"It can only prove that the one you bought is a high-quality imitation of our Versace." The middle-aged man continued to speak with a flat expression.
Every sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing into the deepest part of Yuan Yuan's heart.
"I'll go to Nima!"
"You are the fake, your whole family is fake!"
"Mucheng, you should know by now, this guy is pretending to be the official Versace?"
"If he is really an official member of Versace, how can he not even recognize the real thing from the fake?"
Yuan Yuan was almost pissed off, and the sharp scolding echoed in the living room.
However, the man didn't explain anything, just took out the work card from his arms.
"If you still don't believe me, you can log on to Versace's official website and call from there to ask if I am Zhang Ping, the director of Versace's Yunzhou branch."
The man's words were resounding, and he had the posture that real gold is not afraid of fire.
Seeing the work permit, Yuan Yuan's eyes widened instantly.
Could it be that he is really the official director of Versace?
"I'll go, Yuan Yuan, I found out, it really is him." JrNovels.com
"Fuck shit!" The middle-aged man had just finished speaking, but Yuan Yuan couldn't sit still.
The whole person was like a cat with its hair blown, and when he got up, he yelled at the man angrily.
"Mom, I spent 20,000 yuan to buy clothes, but you actually said that the cost is only 90 yuan?"
"It's just nonsense!"
"Just an ignorant idiot!"
"How dare you say that what I'm wearing is not Versace's?"
"Could it be that you are blind and don't recognize the brand on the clothes?"
Yuan Yuan roared angrily.
She had saved her living expenses for several months, and finally gritted her teeth and bought it for 18,000 yuan from a WeChat friend who specializes in online shopping via WeChat.
It is said that the domestic market price is around 25,000.
Because Haitao avoided the tariffs, it was only a few thousand dollars cheaper.
Now that the clothes he bought at a huge price were said to be junk, Yuan Yuan was of course outraged.
You know, just now she used her dress to show off her superiority in front of Qiu Mucheng.
Now that the middle-aged man is talking like this, isn't that slapping her in the face?
"I naturally recognize this brand."
"But that doesn't prove anything?"
"It can only prove that the one you bought is a high-quality imitation of our Versace." The middle-aged man continued to speak with a flat expression.
Every sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing into the deepest part of Yuan Yuan's heart.
"I'll go to Nima!"
"You are the fake, your whole family is fake!"
"Mucheng, you should know by now, this guy is pretending to be the official Versace?"
"If he is really an official member of Versace, how can he not even recognize the real thing from the fake?"
Yuan Yuan was almost pissed off, and the sharp scolding echoed in the living room.
However, the man didn't explain anything, just took out the work card from his arms.
"If you still don't believe me, you can log on to Versace's official website and call from there to ask if I am Zhang Ping, the director of Versace's Yunzhou branch."
The man's words were resounding, and he had the posture that real gold is not afraid of fire.
Seeing the work permit, Yuan Yuan's eyes widened instantly.
Could it be that he is really the official director of Versace?
"I'll go, Yuan Yuan, I found out, it really is him." JrNovels.com
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