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At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind her, "Chairman, where are the two rolls of material from France that I asked you to leave for me last time? Are they still there?"

The clerk's expression changed immediately, and he put on a flattering smile, and greeted the person coming.

"Miss Zuo, you are here again! Don't worry, I have packed all the materials you want, and there will be absolutely no damage!"

"Well, that's good. I participated in the Huafeng Contest this time, but I went for the first prize. The fabrics used are very important. You must keep the best products for me. Money is not a problem, if When new fabrics come in, just give me a call."

As the visitor spoke, his eyes fell on Luo Chenxi, and he froze for a moment.

The clerk hurriedly explained: "Miss Zuo, this person has been looking at the store for a long time, but she didn't buy anything. Seeing that she can't afford it, I'm about to let her go out."

Zuo Xiaoqing was excited, and strode over, "Luo Chenxi, it's you! You're such a poor guy, you dare to come to such a high-end store, it really makes me laugh out loud!"

Luo Chenxi didn't expect that even looking at fabrics, she would meet someone she knew, so she couldn't help frowning.

Is it really the enemy's narrow road?

She glanced at Zuo Xiaoqing, and said in a cold voice, "Isn't this store here for people to come in? If you can't even let people see it, just close it."

Seeing that Zuo Xiaoqing was so familiar with the clerk, she was really surprised.

When she was in high school, Zuo Xiaoqing's family background was very ordinary, but this time when she met at SL Group, she wore a full set of SL's new style, and now she bought such expensive top-grade fabrics.

This level of consumption is absolutely unaffordable for ordinary well-off families.

Zuo Xiaoqing let out an exaggerated laugh: "So what? You can only buy those junks outside! You can't even afford better clothes, and you still want to win a prize in the Huafeng Contest? I advise you Let me just say that fashion design is a profession that only rich people can do, you poor ghost, you should die as soon as possible!"

When Luo Chenxi heard this, not only did she not become ashamed and angry as she wished, but she even raised the corners of her lips.

He looked her up and down.

Seeing the look in her eyes, Zuo Xiaoqing couldn't help but thump in her heart.

The last time Luo Chenxi showed such an expression, it was at the SL Group, and then he despised her from head to toe.

This time, could it be...

"Although red and yellow are the popular colors of this autumn, there is still a distinction between primary and secondary when matching them. Like you, you don't have your own aesthetics at all, and you just put popular styles on your body, you know Don't you know you're like a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a snort from beside her.

Zuo Xiaoqing turned her head angrily, and saw the clerk covering her mouth in embarrassment.

In fact, when Zuo Xiaoqing first came in, the clerk felt that she was dressed a little weirdly. However, Zuo Xiaoqing was a big customer, and she was a designer who graduated from a famous art academy, so the clerk only felt that she was not aesthetic enough.

Now, being compared by Luo Chenxi so vividly, she couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"Damn Luo Chenxi, who are you calling scrambled eggs with tomatoes? These two of mine are both SL's hottest styles this year, and they cost more than a hundred thousand together! What do you know?"

Luo Chenxi smiled, "Let me also advise you that fashion design is a career for people with artistic talent, not just money. If Miss Zuo wants to win the first prize in the Huafeng Contest, she should practice more!"

Zuo Xiaoqing was so angry that she almost didn't bring it up.