Sitting on a chair in the studio was a young man dressed in classical Chinese costume and a pair of rimless glasses. He looked very elegant and refined.
Even the senior executives at Duban Fashion, who were used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, could not help but marvel at the handsomeness of this man. One of the female executives even felt her heartbeat quicken a little.
Two people vaguely felt that the face seemed familiar, but when they thought about it carefully, they didn't know where they had seen it. Later, they just thought that the other person was too handsome and probably looked like many celebrities, so he looked familiar.
The man didn't know where he got the gaiwan tea from, and was sitting there leisurely drinking it. Behind him stood four tall, straight-legged men in black suits and sunglasses, who were obviously bodyguards.
"This must be Mr. Feng, right? I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person!" Mu Ziang led his men in and greeted them.
"Mr. Mu? You're welcome. To be honest, I came here uninvited." Feng Xiaoyun leaned back in the chair with his legs crossed, holding the lid of the tea bowl with one hand, gently fiddling with the tea leaves floating on the bowl, and spoke lightly, but he had no intention of getting up, as if he was not in someone else's territory, but Mu Ziang had brought people to his back garden.
Such an arrogant behavior, combined with his temperament, makes people not feel the slightest bit disgusted, and even feel that his behavior is justified.
Taking a sip of tea, Feng Xiaoyun shook his head: "This tea is not pure, it doesn't taste right."
After saying that, he handed the teacup to a burly man on the side and said, "Show this to Mr. Mu."
Mu Ziang was stunned when he saw one of the sturdy bodyguards put the suitcase in his hand on the table beside him and opened it facing the people on his side.
"Hiss~~" Everyone had just heard that someone was willing to lend a crown worth tens of millions, but they didn't expect that there were only a few people who just put it in a suitcase and brought it.
Duban Fashion has also come into contact with these precious luxury goods. Sometimes, the cooperating jewelry brands will send some jewelry to Duban Fashion's models for them to use.
But whenever the price reaches this level, a large group of people will come to escort the goods with great fanfare. There are all kinds of complicated procedures to go through before you can see the goods, and I don’t know how many handover documents I have to sign.
This is the first time I've seen a few people carrying something like this.
"This~this is..." Mu Ziang was interrupted by Feng Xiaoyun before he could finish his words.
"Yes, this is the crystal crown I was planning to lend you. Isn't Duban Fashion an Italian brand on the European continent? If we can get the blessing of Italy's former third pope, perhaps we can easily overcome this difficulty, right?"
After saying that, Feng Xiaoyun stretched out his right hand and casually pointed in the direction of Mu Ziang. Then a bodyguard behind him took out a large stack of certificates and handed them over.
Mu Ziang mechanically took the stack of certificates, which contained certification documents issued by various institutions, proving the historical value and authenticity of the crown.
In fact, as long as there is this stack of certificates, even if the crown is made of glass, it is priceless.
After all, this was an era when even the painters themselves could not prove whether their paintings were authentic. Once a painting had been certified as authentic by numerous institutions, even if the painter himself came out to claim that he had not painted the painting, it would be useless.
After carefully reviewing these certificates with his senior executives, Mu Ziang was convinced that this was undoubtedly the crown.
"What? Don't you want to take a closer look at this crown?" Feng Xiaoyun asked.
"Is it okay?" the female executive asked excitedly.
Someone once said that women and dragons are the same creatures, both of them cannot resist the desire for those shiny and bright things.
"What's wrong with that?" Feng Xiaoyun suddenly stood up, picked up the crystal crown with one hand and placed it in the hand of the female executive.
The female executive was startled and quickly hugged the thing with both hands. Since this thing was proven to be genuine, she really couldn't afford to pay for it if it got bumped or scratched.
Not only her, but also several other Duban Fashion executives around her, saw Feng Xiaoyun casually throw the crown worth tens of millions into her hand. They all subconsciously bent down and stretched out their hands, thinking that if she didn't catch it firmly, they might still be able to rescue it.
The dazzling crown in her arms was dazzling, but the female executive felt that what she was holding was not a treasure but a bomb, and her whole body was stiff and she dared not move.
It was only when Mu Ziang stepped forward and held the crown steadily with both hands, and nodded to the female executive, that she dared to let go.
Mu Ziang looked at the crown carefully and found that it was exactly the same as the description on the various certificates. Anyway, as long as the certificates were real, this thing was real regardless of whether it was true or not.
"Mr. Feng, thank you very much for lending us such a valuable thing. I wonder if you have any requests?" Mu Ziang knew that there was no free lunch in this world. Since the other party took the initiative to come to Duban Fashion, he must have some ulterior motive.
"A request?" Feng Xiaoyun thought for a moment while holding the leg of his glasses and said, "How about giving me two pieces of Duban Fashion clothes?"
"What?" Mu Ziang thought he had misheard, or that Mr. Feng was joking.
"What? Is it not possible?" Feng Xiaoyun asked in confusion.
"Well..." Mu Ziang didn't know how to answer this question. Forget two, even twenty Duban fashion clothes wouldn't be a problem. But you went through so much trouble to bring this thing worth tens of millions to us, just for two sets of clothes? Not only did Mu Ziang not believe it, he felt that even his son, who always ranked last in the exams, wouldn't believe it.
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