Chapter 3343: Little bitch|People must be using fakes
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One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband
- 云女
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- 2021-03-04 01:48:25
But Song Song hasn't come out in the dressing room again, adding a bit of mystery!
Qin Weiwei snorted coldly: "Funny!"
With that said, turn to the next photo.
The next photo made her even more angry.
I saw Song Song holding a pen in his hand, domineering and dazzling!
Qin Weiwei frowned: "What is this..."
Xiaoqing cautiously said: "I heard it is called...what mysterious masterpiece?"
"Never heard of it!" Qin Weiwei squinted.
But still can't help but tell Xiaoqing to open the phone Baidu to check the origin of this pen.
Xiaoqing checked, and was stunned: "Sister Weiwei, this pen is too awesome! It turned out to be one of the top three precious pens in the world. The first two... are all used by the European royal family and have followed the owner into the grave In other words, this pen is the most expensive pen in the world!"
"Nonsense!" Qin Weiwei didn't believe it, she grabbed her mobile phone to see.
Sure enough, Baidu's picture shows that this pen is precious and extraordinary. It is a pen jointly launched by Van C & Arpels and the famous pen maker family, which combines craftsmanship and jewelry to the extreme.
The point is, there is only one in the world!
"The price is...80 million?!" Xiao Qing took a breath.
Such a pen is ten times more than the money she has made in her lifetime.
In other words, she has ten Xiaoqing and can't afford this pen for a lifetime of work.
Qin Weiwei was so jealous that she curled her lips: "Huh, fake it!"
Her Qin Weiwei is considered to be a small celebrity in the industry. A sister of the Imperial Capital Club, she has only made a few million in the past few years, and her pen is only a third-rate brand with a diamond inlaid.
This little newcomer named Song can afford such expensive things?
Even the gold master can't afford such a noble fountain pen, right?
So it must be fake!
Qin Weiwei became angry and threw the phone to her assistant Xiaoqing.
Don't watch it!
Looking angry to death.
The enthusiastic onlookers, the precious pens, and the dressing room hanging in the Hermes counter, the luxurious dress and skirt made her jealous and jealous!
"Go back and watch her every move! Report to me at any time!" Qin Weiwei ordered.
She doesn't believe it anymore, can a young newcomer really surpass her?
Qin Weiwei looked at her exquisitely furnished and luxurious scene, pinching her fingertips into her palms.
The signing meetings on both sides start at one o'clock noon.
The Imperial City Club has always had a tradition of competition.
Every time a new book is listed, it will compete on a monthly list.
Not only compared with the same agency, but also compared with foreign agencies.
And every time a new book launch conference or signing event is held, it will also deliberately arrange for the painter at the same time.
Through the results of on-site marketing, to re-rank the painters in the publishing house.
Qin Weiwei has stood out in previous competitions and has occupied the position of the first sister of the Imperial Capital Club for a long time.
So Song Song didn't deliberately want to compete with Qin Weiwei this time. She knew that she was just a newcomer. It would be nice to sell a few books. She was very happy to have readers on the scene.
She was in the dressing room, looking at the Hermes dress that was hung, she always felt too dazzling, and she would feel uncomfortable wearing it.
I really don’t know how the comic circle of the imperial capital formed such a tradition. Does the painter have to be packaged as a celebrity with golden light in order to become famous?
Shouldn't it be based on works to speak?
Song Song's hand stroked the dress skirt. This skirt was very good, she admitted, but she just felt that it did not belong to her style.
Just about to hang the skirt back and change his clothes, Song Song's palm suddenly hurt.
"Hiss" She retracted her fingertips and saw a blood spot on the palm of her hand!
what happened?
Are there thorns in the clothes
She even pierced and bleeds her hands!