Zhang Jian waved his hand: "I don't know about that. I don't care much about the things in the company. Now I just make clothes for you and your father. You have to ask Bubu about this business matter."

.”

"Bubu", who was called by his father, looked slightly embarrassed and said: "Dad, can you please stop calling me Bubu? My subordinate is still here."

Liu Mengmeng immediately covered her mouth, saying that she would never leak it.

Zhang Jian laughed: "Hahaha, you, a 29-year-old girl, are more serious than me, an old man in my forties. If I didn't call you Bubu, I would have thought you were my mother."

Zhang Bu was speechless for a moment: "..."

After eating the shriveled Zhang Bu at her biological father's place, she simply fired at Fang Ruxin. She took over what Xiuze had just said and said: "Last year, 60% of the fabrics we exported to Italy were NDA orders. I didn't

If you read it wrong, the suit Miss Fang is wearing is the new model of nda this spring, and it should be made of our fabrics."

As soon as Xiu Ze started talking, Zhang Bu knew that he was going to kill someone with a borrowed knife. After all, Fang Ruxin had already gone to Guan Gong to play with a big knife. If her knife didn't dampen the young lady's spirit, she would really be their ZJ studio.

So bullying.

Zhang Bu looked at Fang Ruxin, whose face was ashen, and felt very happy.

After listening to Zhang Bu's words, Fang Ruxin was so angry that she gritted her teeth, and a surge of anger surged up in her heart. How dare someone of Zhang Bu's caliber dare to teach her a lesson! But Xiu Ze was the one who started these words now, and Fang Ruxin didn't know what Zhang Bu said.

You have to endure it even if you are convinced.

And... Fang Ruxin really didn't dare to say anything anymore about not using ZJ's fabrics. But she could clearly hear from Zhang Jian's words just now that Xiu Rucheng was not only doing ZJ's business, but he was also serious about it.

I have invested my own emotions and want to develop this brand well.

So now she must not slander this brand anymore. Not only can she not look down on Zhang Jian, the tailor, but she must also get a good impression in front of her. After all, Zhang Jian is responsible for the Xiu family's clothes. Maybe he or

More or less can help her say something nice in front of Xiu Rucheng and Xiu Ze.

Thinking of this, Fang Ruxin immediately suppressed the anger in her heart, put on a pitiful look, walked up to Zhang Jian, and apologized very sweetly: "Ah, Uncle Zhang, I was blind and blind just now.

Taishan, I still dislike ZJ’s clothes. Although you were not present at the time, I still want to apologize to you for what I just said.”

It was precisely because Zhang Jian was not present that Fang Ruxin believed that if she said this, she would definitely be forgiven by Zhang Jian.

As expected, Zhang Jian smiled and said, "Why are you so polite, Miss Fang? Since Boss Xiu invited you here, I will naturally make you a suitable evening dress. Well, Miss Fang's dress size...

…”

"Here!" Liu Mengmeng handed over the notes he remembered: "According to what the master taught before, I have already measured the dimensions for Miss Fang."

Zhang Jian was about to take it, but Xiu Ze pushed it back to Liu Mengmeng. He smiled and said to Zhang Jian: "Let Miss Fang leave it to this designer to take charge. Uncle Jian, I want you to help her."

Design an evening gown.”
Chapter completed!