Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 806: Unique Influence
Headache.

Sitting on the sofa in his living room, Xiangyang rubbed his temples.

He had barely had time to revel in last night's gentle pleasure when he woke up this morning to see Bi Shaffer, with dark circles under her eyes and a cold face, coming to him to complain, which really made him angry.

It would be a good idea to invite the two Mr. Ma to go to Liverpool to watch the Christmas game together.

It’s also a good idea to invite two or three good friends to help out.

But, did you two fight?
Who's winning?
It was fine when I left yesterday.

"Please sit down first. Do you need coffee or tea?" Xiangyang sighed. How could he hold a bowl of water evenly?

His friendship with Little John has been going on for a long time.

But if it is necessary to comfort, we still need to comfort.

When asking, Xiang Yang smiled at Bi Shafer and said, "Let's arrange it according to your suggestion. I will cooperate with you."

"This proposal is made."

Bea Schaeffer scowled.

You see, she said Xiangyang was biased.

Xiangyang, who was trapped in a trap, was choked with anger and could only glance at his wife.

Based on my intuition, I think it would be more appropriate to let Liu Qianqian do this kind of thing.

he.
"You two chat first, I'm going to make a phone call." Xiangyang, who was about to scold Little John, picked up the phone on the table and prepared to escape.

It was fine that I didn't touch my phone, but when I opened it, there were a lot of unread messages.

They are all 'new friends' I just met yesterday.

You know what, Little John's idea can indeed bring benefits to Xiangyang after the acquisition of Liverpool.

A top club has a social aspect.

This is obvious.

"What time is it in America?" Xiang Yang muttered to himself and walked into the study room without any hurry to scold Little John who had no reason to provoke Bi Shaffer.

Instead, I thought about calling Musk.

How about showing all four carriages together?

While he was thinking about the feasibility of this matter, Liu Qianqian in the living room had already begun to comfort the injured and angry Bi Shaffer.

"You should let him walk back."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Liu Qianqian made her attitude clear.

She was completely on Bea Schaeffer's side. No matter how unhappy the argument between the two was, it should be Little John who got out of the car.

At least little John knows some Chinese.

Just for this reason, he should be more humble.

"I'm not from Hermès," Bea Schaffer whispered.

This one sentence invisibly revealed her more personal relationship with Xiang Yang and Liu Qianqian.

"Then let's go buy a car so you don't have to suffer like this again." Liu Qianqian made the decision immediately. She was also planning to buy some toys and daily necessities for the two new members of the family.

Bi Shaffer hesitated, then nodded.

Although she didn't like cars as much as Liu Qianqian, at least this was better than Xiangyang not saying a word.

Curling the corner of her mouth and looking into Liu Qianqian's eyes, Bi Shafu said faintly, "Actually, I'm just angry."

Liu Qianqian raised her eyebrows curiously, "What are you angry about?"

"Xiang always protects him." After admitting it generously, Bi Shafer couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing this, Liu Qianqian bit her lip.

How can I persuade this?
While he was hesitating, there was a noise from the door inside the house, and Xiangyang, who had sent text messages to both Musk and Macron, came out with a smile on his face.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw this scene.

Liu Qianqian and Bi Shafer sat on the sofa, one on each side, with Qiwanwan and Xiaomubu still lying in front of them.

These two puppies are really useless.
Guide dogs can’t do it, and comfort dogs seem to have no chance either.

Just know how to cause trouble.

Last night, when he was carrying Liu Qianqian to the bedroom, the two little ones made a lot of trouble under his feet and almost tripped him.

"Have you finished your call?" Liu Qianqian turned around and stared at Xiangyang.

"what phone?"

Xiangyang was stunned. Did he say he wanted to call?
It was past eight in the morning in China, but still dinner time in the United States. He and Musk communicated via text messages on WhatsApp.

And Macron is probably sleeping soundly.

Liu Qianqian's eyes widened. You are really...
"Oh, you mean Little John." Xiang Yang reacted and walked over and said with a smile: "Why call him for no reason? You too, just pretend you can't see him."

“That’s easy for you to say,” Liu Qianqian commented.

That's little John, he always hangs around in front of people to make himself felt.

"You don't understand this." Xiang Yang, who sat down, wanted to hold Liu Qianqian's hand directly, but unexpectedly, she raised her arms and picked up the little target from the ground and held him in her arms.

Okay.

"Are you using me to gain experience again?" Xiang Yang complained in his heart speechlessly. He also realized that if he didn't say a few words of comfort, he would easily offend his wife who was taking sides, so he said to Bishafu:
"You are like this. Anyway, your dealings with him are just work. So you should handle things in a professional manner from now on."

"."Bi Shaffer did not respond.

Official business.

In the end, isn't it you who have the final say?

Liu Qianqian was equally distrustful of this statement, which sounded perfunctory to her. Her originally gentle face became a little colder as she frowned slightly.

"If you don't try, how do you know if what I said is true?" Xiangyang shrugged. He didn't even know how to retaliate. No wonder he was so angry with Little John that he walked several kilometers and almost couldn't find the hotel.

Hotels
"As I remember, the film investment company has nothing to do with this charity event, right?" Xiang Yang cleared his throat and hinted.

"No?"

The one who was most in tune with the situation was Liu Qianqian. She understood what was going on immediately but was not sure.

"Of course not." Xiang Yang smiled slightly and said, "If there was, why didn't I invite President Han and President Yu to come and participate."

The theme of this charity event was low-key and pragmatic, but there was really no entertainment industry involved. The few people who took the initiative to join in the fun did not make any splash at the event.

This is mainly because there are too many big guys on the scene.

After the photos and videos are released, who will care except their fans?

There were no shots of them in "Time and Space" that night, and the stars were not seen at all in the reports of CCTV Finance Channel the next day.

The themes and content on TV, as well as discussions on the Internet, almost all revolve around the general theme of caring for people with disabilities when traveling.

So what is Little John doing here?

To put it bluntly, at best he is just a CEO of a subsidiary company who comes to join in the fun.

If you say there is, then there definitely is.

But if you insist that there is no answer, then Xiangyang can just say that.

He has said so, and his attitude has made it clear that the film investment company had nothing to do with last night's event. According to this idea, Little John should pay for his travel expenses himself.

If you're talking about big money, it's not appropriate for him to go down and take Little John.

This guy was forced into a corner and jumped into the Seine.

You won’t die, but the level of E. coli will definitely exceed the standard.

But on small money.
The less money there is, the more uncomfortable little John, who is very concerned about his reputation, feels.

"You are a successful person, but you have a lot of thoughts." Liu Qianqian smiled at Xiangyang. This move was really mean and a bit unpresentable.
Xiangyang spread his hands. He couldn't fire Little John to vent Bi Shaver's anger.

Besides, he is doing this within a limited scope.

Don't let the scope of retaliation expand.

"I'll call the hotel now." Bi Shafer seemed to have understood Xiangyang's attitude and took out her cell phone.

To be honest, I still feel unwilling.

It was a bit too easy to let Little John off.

But Xiangyang was right about one thing: small amounts of money can often make people like Little John feel the pain from the bottom of their hearts.

A CEO of an international luxury brand actually wants to get free food and accommodation in a hotel by using facial recognition?

It’s not a shame.

Seeing that she was calling and starting to discipline Little John, Xiangyang poked Liu Qianqian's palm on his side with his finger.

Now, we can finally hold hands, right?
"Wait a minute, Bi Shaffer and I will go and look at the cars." Liu Qianqian, who loved to watch the fun, changed her mind and decided to raise the stakes.

Tell him to bully people at will.

"You are so protective."

Xiangyang sighed. Considering their friendship over the years, all he could do was pray for little John.

Why pick on anyone else but Liu Qianqian?

He doesn't even dare to mess with him.

"Mr. Jean, please sign the bill. It's fine here."

"it is good."

The restaurant is located on a high floor, near the window.

Little John, who was sitting by the window, seemed to be leisurely finishing his breakfast, overlooking the crowds of people passing by in the bright sunshine outside, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

It pissed off Anna Wintour's daughter.

This evening, he did not appear to be so at ease.

But nothing has happened until now, which makes him feel that he is worrying too much.

"Miss Shaffer, who lives across from me, is she here for dinner?" Little John asked with a smile on his face as he signed his room number and signature on the bill and generously wrote a tip.

"I didn't see her coming." The person in charge of handing the bill to Little John was the restaurant manager, who knew the whereabouts of important guests staying in the hotel very well.

Don't be surprised, this is not surveillance, but a normal operation of high-end hotels for important guests.

He even knew by heart all the miscellaneous things, such as that little John prefers iced American coffee rather than black tea in the morning, that the red wine he drinks with his meals in the evening must be French, and that he doesn't like mineral water in the gym.

"Oh, okay." Little John nodded.

Not up yet?
"Mr. Jean, could you please do me a favor?" the restaurant manager asked after collecting the bill folder handed over by Little John.

"Hmm?" Little John looked up.

"It's like this. Several employees of our hotel have written a thank-you letter together and would like to pass it to Mr. Xiang through you." The restaurant manager explained with a smile on his face.

"Oh, that's certainly no problem." Little John said with a smile that he could definitely help.

It was not surprising to him that the hotel employed disabled people in individual positions.

"How about this, if he has a chance to come here in the next two days, I'll call your hotel in advance and it would be better if they hand it over in person."

"Thank you so much." The restaurant manager was very happy to hear that.

This foreigner is quite easy to talk to.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Little John smiled proudly and he had to tell Xiangyang about this matter as soon as possible.

Don't underestimate such a small gesture.

This is a unique influence.

Thinking about this, he took out his cell phone.

After the beep, a familiar voice came.

"Hello, I am Mr. Xiang's personal assistant, Bi Shafer. He is busy right now and cannot answer the phone. If you have any questions, please leave a message. I will call you back as soon as I can after checking. I apologize for the inconvenience."

Little John blinked and was stunned for a moment.

My call was transferred to Bi Shafer's voicemail?

!!!

No!

Or is the call transferred with just a “beep”?
(End of this chapter)