Mo Tianji snorted and interrupted Wen Klein directly, "It's useless for you to explain to me. You go to the door of your studio now. You will understand when you get there! Wen Klein, if you let me get my big brother

I will make your disrespectful news, your products, and your designs stillborn! Don’t worry, I will do what I say, and it will disappear from this world!”

"I know, I know." Wen Klein was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat. He was a top designer, but when he had no channel to display his products, his art party became a madman...

Often madness and art lie between other people's thoughts. If you have the patience to buy and there is a market, you are an artist, but if no one buys it there is no market. The perfect design is also the work of a madman...

What is art? When others think you are art, you are art. When others do not recognize it and do not buy it, then it is nothing...

A successful designer will also be a good socioeconomic researcher. They understand what kind of products the market needs and who are the people who lead the market direction...

Winkline did not put down the silver needle in his hand. Of course, his silver needle was an ordinary thin needle, a needle used by tailors...

He hurriedly rushed to the studio door, fearing that he would waste a minute or a second.

He took two or three steps, one step at a time, and rushed down from the third floor in less than thirty seconds. The young designers working in his studio along the way were frightened. When had they ever seen Mr. Vinklein in such a hurry?

What kind of person is here? Mr. Vinklein is so anxious to receive him. Look at the red line rolling on the ground, it is a sign of Vinklein's urgency...

"What's wrong with Mr. Winkline? Why is he in such a hurry? You see, he is covered in red lines. If someone had dropped the line on the ground, Winklein would have been angry for a long time..."

"Yes, yes, Wenkelek is an artist with a very weird temper!"

"What artist doesn't have a weird temper? Come on, let's see what happened?"

"Just now I seemed to have seen Muen quarreling with someone again, like Bertrand? Did Muen cause any trouble again?"

Amidst the sounds of discussions during the play, Wen Klein ran to Lin Hao.

When he arrived, Munn was dumbfounded, and Bertrand was dumbfounded.

The red thread on the ground was extremely eye-catching. Bertrand knew that Vinklein, who designed the dress, would never let his needlework fall to the ground, so he would ask no one to waste thread, let alone let the wasted thread be used by him.

Now, or he'll kick this one out of the studio!

At the same time, they studied design with Vin Klein, and they never found a wasted line swept out of Vin Klein's workstation...

This is a terrifying obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it is also a very powerful and precise method...

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen Klein..." Mu En stuttered.

Is he really here?

How is that possible!

It's less than three minutes? I'm afraid it's only thirty seconds, right? Who is the young man in front of him? His face, which was still burning and painful, suddenly lost consciousness because he felt that there was a bigger

Terror is slowly approaching him! A voice from the bottom of my heart shouted, it's over!

Bertrand swallowed his saliva and looked at Lin Hao, Shen Xiyan, and Mr. Wen Klein, who came out in a hurry and regardless of their appearance. What are the identities of this group of Chinese people?

"Dear Master Lin, welcome to my studio. I don't know what happened to make you unhappy..." Wen Klein bowed deeply to Lin Hao. This deep bow meant to apologize. At the same time, he bowed deeply to Lin Hao. When he lowered his head, he also saw the noble medal that Lin Hao was playing with!

He suddenly raised his head in horror, a Chinese, or a noble from country F?

This, what kind of terrifying existence is this!

Damn it, who offended him?
Chapter completed!