Sikong Ye, who was holding her waist with both hands, was slowly walking up the steps, her nostrils pointing upward, and her big braid was actually wrapped around the neck of a man. The man was struggling to look up and climb up the steps, and his whole face turned blue and purple.
, none other than Huang Yongping.
"Tell me, are you still talking nonsense?" Sikong Ye threatened in a low voice.
"Cough, cough..."
"talk!"
To put it bluntly, the person was about to die. Ding Fan walked over quickly and said sternly, "Yi Zi, what are you doing? Let go!"
"I don't!" Sikong Ye snorted.
"Nonsense!"
Ding Fan stepped forward and grabbed Sikong Ye's braid. With a little force, he removed 80% of the force on it. Sikong Ye suddenly shook his head, and the big braid became as slippery as a fish. She slapped it.
Went back.
Roar~
Huang Yongping took a sharp breath, then coughed violently. His face was a mixture of blue, purple and red. It was so miserable. Ding Fan quickly rubbed his back. Huang Yongping supported his knees with both hands and finally stood up reluctantly, having to lean on Ding Fan.
Every body.
"If Brother Fan hadn't come, I would have strangled you to death. Do you still dare to talk nonsense in the future?" Sikong Ye stared and pinched his waist. The little devil's naughty and ruthless nature was clearly exposed.
"No, I don't dare anymore!" Huang Yongping gasped, his face improved, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"What's going on?" Ding Fan asked in a deep voice.
"He said that I was his girlfriend in front of others. Bah! What a shame! If you dare to offend me next time, your bones will be broken." Sikong Ye was very angry, and the braids in his head stood up.
Reminds me of a scorpion spirit.
"Yi Zi, I was wrong, please let me go." Huang Yongping handed over his hands pitifully.
"Kneel down!"
"yes."
Huang Yongping really wanted to kneel down, but Ding Fan held him back. This was Huang Fu's son. If he knew, Fuyao's future development would be worrying.
"Brother Huang, don't listen to her!"
"I did something wrong and I should be punished."
Ding Fan was speechless for a moment. Huang Yongping's IQ was not up to par. It was not good to provoke anyone, so he chose to provoke the little devil. Fortunately, he came a step earlier. If it had been later, he would have collected the body of this good friend.
"Yi Zi, go patrol the building quickly and see if I don't deal with you when I get home." Ding Fan said with a bluster.
"Brother, it's not Ye Zi's fault, you can't be rough with her." Huang Yongping simply didn't know what to do and even spoke to Sikong Ye.
Sikong Ye was finally amused, so he changed his pinching action to holding his hands behind his back, and walked away in a leisurely manner.
The junior sister must not be beaten, because she is the real pet peeve of the master. That's what Ding Fan said. Fortunately, this troublemaker is finally going to the desert and can calm down for a while.
I helped Huang Yongping back to the office and sat down. There were clear marks on his neck, which looked like a natural collar.
I didn’t see the snacks, maybe I forgot to buy them, or maybe they were thrown into the trash can by Sikong Ye.
After drinking half a cup of tea, Huang Yongping seemed to have come back from hell. He shook his head of popcorn and his face completely returned to normal.
"Brother Huang, I know you have true feelings for Ye Zi. But there is really no chance for you two. You should step back from the cliff as soon as possible!" Ding Fan persuaded from the bottom of his heart.
"Don't worry about it. One day, she will be moved by my sincere love." Huang Yongping insisted, and suddenly smiled, "The smell on the braids is so good that I don't even want to take a shower, hehe."
Cheap or not!
Since he can't persuade him, in the days to come, Huang Yongping can only seek blessings for himself, and it will not be easy for Brother Fan, who has exhausted his benevolence and justice.
After pouring the tea himself, Huang Yongping drank another half cup of tea, then calmed his breathing and asked: "Brother, what do you want from me? Do you also think that our studio should be closed? That's really sorry.
The money you invested was wasted, but I will definitely save it for you."
"You risked your life for Ye Zi, teamed up with your brothers, and the situation is going to end so soon?" Ding Fan rolled his eyes at Huang Yongping, looking at this hopeless look, "If you have the spirit to chase Ye Zi, the studio will definitely be able to do it
Be bigger and stronger.”
"Hey, that's different, Ye Zi is the only one." Huang Yongping chuckled.
"Without a career, do you think Ye Zi can like you?"
"Ye Zi is different from those women outside. She is not powerful."
"How could she follow the senior brother who came down the mountain if she didn't have the power? Why didn't she stay on the mountain?" Ding Fan asked in return.
Huang Yongping scratched his head and said, "I'll go, no one else can do this." The popcorn on his head was as fresh as if it had just popped out.
"That's right. How about we discuss doing something else?"
The rent has been paid, so he gave up. Ding Fan couldn't help but think of what his elder sister often said to him: mud can't hold up a wall.
"Brother Huang, let's talk business." Ding Fan put on a serious expression and said: "On behalf of the International Fashion Expo Organizing Committee, I am going to sign a contract with the studio. The studio will be responsible for the hair design of Fuyao models and international supermodels.
The contract period is three months.”
"How many models are there in Fuyao?" Huang Yongping's eyes sparkled, and his energy level instantly rose.
"Eighty-three, plus the international supermodels who will arrive in two months, the total will be about two hundred!" Ding Fan reported the number and counted all the models who were not selected to participate in the fashion expo.
Going in, the business performance at this stage is equally important.
"It's great. You can design so many hairstyles. It's hard to be idle!" Huang Yongping rubbed his hands excitedly, eager to start working right away.
"Brother Huang, this is an unprecedented challenge."
"Hey, I'm not afraid of challenges. I guarantee that every model will be satisfied." Huang Yongping said with a smile.
"After discussing with Mr. Bai and the members of the organizing committee, the fee to be paid to the studio for this cooperation is about three million. Are you satisfied with Brother Huang?" Ding Fan asked.
"How much, how much?"
Huang Yongping stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief. His face, which had just returned to normal, turned the color of pig liver again.
"Three million, when the time comes, depending on the specific situation, there can be some upward movement."
Ding Fan pressed his hand and motioned Huang Yongping to sit down. After all, he was a real rich second generation. Don't act like you have never seen money. Please be patient.
Huang Yongping sat down, panting heavily, and lit another cigarette. It took him a long time to calm down.
For Huang Yongping, three million is not an astronomical figure. It is a basic pocket money for a year. But the meaning of this money is different. He earned it with his own hands. In front of the old man, it is enough to feel proud and proud, proving that he is not
What a waste!
"Brother, I'm afraid it's not good. What you do is very much like seeking public benefit for personal gain." Huang Yongping said calmly.
"Of course not!" Ding Fan waved his hand and explained: "The model's hairstyle is very important. No matter how nice the clothes are, no matter how beautiful the figure is, with an inconspicuous hairstyle, it will be greatly reduced. I am very satisfied with your skills.
I agree very much. Of course, if you don’t agree, you will find someone else.”
"Agree, 100% yes! You can't give it to others. When it comes to tossing hair, I'm a genius." Of course Huang Yongping didn't want to miss the opportunity, patting his chest and bragging.