The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 117 Hurry up to receive VIP guests
Fu Xiuyao took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed one person with a cold voice.

"Yes... That's right, I'm at the Felice store in the ov-love mall in City A, and I want to customize clothes."

After Fu Xiuyao finished speaking, he hung up the phone, looked at the shocked waiter, and then at Yan Xirong who didn't understand what happened.

"You..." The waiter frowned, "Are you a golden guest?"

Impossible, she has worked in this store for five years, and she has recited the names of all the golden VIPs in City A and memorized their appearance, there are only a few VIPs.

How could this plainly dressed girl be a golden VIP?
"I'm not a golden guest." Fu Xiuyao said lightly.

Only then did the waiter heave a sigh of relief, and then said: "Only VIPs above the Gold VIP level can customize clothes here, and you can't customize clothes casually."

Fu Xiuyao nodded, "I know."

Seeing her calm face, the waiter frowned, and asked in disbelief, "Could it be that you are a diamond VIP?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Fu Xiuyao's elegant appearance, such a beautiful and nice-talking girl, with such an outstanding temperament, even though she was wearing ordinary clothes, she still couldn't conceal her aura that could not be ignored.

Could it be that this is the rich second generation in the face-slapping novels who dress low-key but own billions of dollars behind them?

Under her apprehensive gaze, Fu Xiuyao slightly shook his head, "No."

waiter:……

She silently despises in her heart, it seems that she thinks too much, this girl looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, her dress is so plain, and the girls around her are always concerned about the price and don't understand the aesthetics of a big designer, how could it be what it is Rich second generation rich people?
Sure enough, they were two children who had never seen the world.

"Two, if you have nothing else to do, please leave." The waiter said lightly and turned to leave.

"Xiuyao, let's go." Yan Xirong said cautiously, but Fu Xiuyao shook his head, "Wait a little longer."

After walking a few steps, the phone at the counter suddenly rang, and the shop manager at the counter responded quickly after answering the phone: "Yes, yes, okay, I'll arrange it now."

After she hung up the phone, she immediately said to the waiter who came over, "Hurry up and receive the distinguished guests."

"What VIP?" The waiter was puzzled, "You want us to receive it in person?"

"It's the two at the door." The store manager quickly put on a smile and walked towards Fu Xiuyao, "Hi, please follow me."

Fu Xiuyao followed with a flat face, while the waiter and Yan Xirong stood there in bewilderment.

what happened?

"May I ask who wants to customize the clothes? Let's find out the size first. We can discuss the specific customization requirements now or wait until the designer comes." The store manager said with a smile. She took out a form from the drawer and looked at it. Fu Xiuyao.

"It's her." Fu Xiuyao pointed to Yan Xirong and said, "Xirong, what kind of clothes do you want, or which clothes here you think are okay but need to be modified, you can tell me."

Yan Xirong hasn't reacted yet, why, didn't it mean that only VIPs can customize it?
Is Xiu Yao so powerful?
"Miss, just let us know what you want. We will definitely satisfy you. You don't have to modify it as many times as you want." The store manager said with a gracious face.

The waiter was stunned. She looked at Fu Xiuyao. Didn't this girl just make a phone call? Why did she have the ability to make the store manager so attentive?

The store manager personally made the size for Yan Xirong, and then asked Yan Xirong what other requirements he had. Fu Xiuyao waited patiently beside him.

After the two of them settled down and left, the shocked waiter couldn't wait to ask the shop manager: "Shop Manager, what is the identity of that girl? Is she a VIP?"

The store manager's smile was already stiff, and the Buddha had been sent away, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)