Gong Zeyang snatched the card from her hand, smiled and asked Lin Feng to swipe the card, and said with a smile: "Of course it is different. You are rich, how can you care about this million."

With that said, Lin Feng directly swiped one million from the card.

Hearing the sound of the credit card machine, Linka felt a twinge of pain.

At this moment, Jiang Ning came back from changing into a dress, and saw Linka with a defeated look on her face, Lin Feng still holding a credit card machine, and a group of people watching the fun next to him.

Everyone made room for Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning was seen walking next to Leng Yuchen, and then Linka glanced over with murderous eyes.

She was wearing Jiang Shang's dress that she had bought before.

Soon, people around him saw the value of this dress.

"Isn't her dress designed by Egami before? It even won an award."

"Yes, I asked about it before, and it seems that the price is more than 1.7 million." The person next to him responded in a low voice.

The voices of these words were too low, and Jiang Ning did not hear them clearly.

Because of the dress Jiang Ning was wearing, the sarcasm about Jiang Ning's lack of money disappeared in an instant.

After all, how can someone who can afford to wear a dress costing more than 1.7 million have no money?

Although there are many wealthy designers coming to Harper's Bazaar this time, there are still many ordinary designers who only wear dresses costing tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. The comparison between the two makes Jiang Ning's personality even more attractive. The value of this dress.

Linka took back her card and looked at Jiang Ning's clothes, as if she wanted to see a hole in her.

After changing clothes, Jiang Ning was ready to have sex with Linka.

After all, she was here for him this time. If he didn't satisfy her, I'm afraid she wouldn't give up so easily.

But when Jiang Ning was about to speak, Linka glared at her, then turned and left.

He clenched his hands so tightly that his nails seemed to be embedded into his flesh.

After Linka left, this farce was finally over.

Gong Zeyang stood next to her and whispered into Jiang Ning's ear: "I helped you sell your dress at a good price."

"Huh?" Jiang Ning glanced at him in confusion.

But before Miyazawa Yang had a chance to explain, Hawkins came over right after.

When Jiang Ning saw this, he quickly shouted, "Mr. Hawkins."

"Are you still calling me sir? Shouldn't you call me master? After all, you can be considered my apprentice." Hawkins looked at Jiang Ning, with vicissitudes of life in his eyes that had experienced years.

But when he looked at Jiang Ning, he was as gentle as an elder looking at his own child.

Hearing this, Jiang Ning's eyes flashed slightly and he quickly changed his words, "Master."

You know, Hawkins is the most famous person in the design circle, and any design work can cost tens of millions.

But in recent years, Mr. Hawkins began to gradually retire, and no works were published.

But the reputation is still out there.

Before, Jiang Ning only asked him some questions and did not regard himself as Hawkins' apprentice.

Hearing Jiang Ning's words of master, Hawkins nodded with satisfaction.

"I've seen your winning work this time. It's very thoughtful. The most important thing is that it fits the current aesthetic very well."

As he said that, he nodded and admired Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning felt so happy to have received the affirmation, but still pretended to be calm on his face.

But the palms of both hands were covered with sweat, and they were so excited that they couldn't express their emotions.

Those who were watching the excitement were so surprised that they couldn't open their mouths when they heard Jiang Ning calling Master Hawkins.

"She is actually Hawkins' apprentice!"

"I had heard that Hawkins had supported Jiang Ning before, but I had never heard that he had adopted an apprentice."


Chapter completed!