Chapter 208

"By the way, man, I don't know how much you spent on this private customized suit?" Locke asked disdainfully. After asking, he took a sip of Lafite wine.

In Locke's opinion, a poor Chinese riding a motorcycle, wearing a suit of unknown brand, just died of hundreds of dollars.

He deliberately used this excuse to prepare to humiliate Hannah's boyfriend.

Hearing the speech, Qi Yu snorted coldly and stretched out three fingers to Locke and Evelyn: "if I say my suit is worth three million dollars, will you believe it?"

"Poof!"

Qi Yu's answer instantly let the red wine in Locke's mouth spray out.

Locke smiled and pointed to Qi Yu's suit. "Your broken suit is worth three million dollars? This is the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life! Ha ha!"

"Bang." Qi Yu gave a cold bang, and the expression on his face looked quite calm. "With the narrow vision of secular little people like you, naturally, you won't believe that this suit on me is worth three million dollars."

In fact, Qi Yu didn't lie, and there was no exaggeration in it.

This suit is a special suit that Qi Yu ordered Dr. destruction, the most knowledgeable of his three servants, to help him customize for himself.

The materials used are extremely tough composite materials, coupled with Dr. Doom's opening light, which can resist most physical attacks, chemical attacks and even magic attacks.

Just the most basic material costs add up to $3 million. If other costs are included, I'm afraid I can't get it without $10 million.

But after hearing Qi Yu's words, Locke and Evelyn covered their stomachs and laughed wildly, as if they had heard a big joke. In fact, I just have insufficient experience and shallow knowledge.

Bob and Serena, on the other side, immediately despised Qi Yu's offer of $3 million.

"After all, suits are just clothes. The most expensive suits in the world are far less than $3 million."

"If you brag, you have to speak some basic knowledge, okay?"

"Oh, Hannah, I didn't expect that your boyfriend would be such a top-notch guy..."

With this in mind, Bob and Serena couldn't help but sigh.

She was covering her belly and laughing. Suddenly, Evelyn's cell phone rang.

Evelyn tried to suppress the smile on her face, but no matter how hard she tried to suppress it, she still couldn't help but keep a little smile.

When she took out her mobile phone from her pink bag and saw that the calling contact was a call from a little famous director of a second-line entertainment company, the disdain on her face suddenly stopped and disappeared.

"Director Corell?"

Seeing the name of the contact, Evelyn's expression immediately became serious.

Director Ke Aier is a director of a second-line entertainment company in the United States, and she is just a peripheral little model. Although she has always wanted to squeeze into the entertainment industry, in the past two years, she has only been a female N in a three-line film for a few minutes.

Last month, she made formal contact with Locke. Locke took her to a local upper class reception in Brooklyn last week. At the reception, she deliberately created an opportunity to chat up with director Ke Aier. Later, she finally got his mobile phone number from someone. Now the other party has called her in person, which can't help but make her overjoyed.

"Did director Corell call me to invite me to participate in his new film?"

'Oh! Oh, my God! If so, that would be great! "

"Director Ke Aier is a little famous in the film and television industry. His film and television plays are at least second-line production. Ha ha, I'm so lucky!"

In her mind, Evelyn quickly left the noisy box and came to a quiet corner in the corridor outside. She couldn't wait to press the answer button.

"Hello, are you miss Venus?" a strong middle-aged man's voice floated into Evelyn's ear curtain.

"Well, Hello, I'm Evelyn Venus. May I ask if you are..." Evelyn politely asked. In fact, she knew that the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was director Ke Aier, but she pretended not to know. After all, she secretly asked for the mobile phone number.

"I'm Jill Coyle, director of Canary Entertainment Co., Ltd." director Coyle replied.

"Oh! My God! You're the famous director Corell! It's incredible! A big man like you called me..." Evelyn's mouth is very smooth and her time of flattering is first-class.

“……”

After the phone, Evelyn jumped up with joy.

As expected, director Ke Aier called himself and sure enough, he wanted to invite himself to participate in the film, and it was a second-line film project.

More importantly, director Corell promised that he would arrange himself to be the third female in the film!

"Lord, I'm number three! I'm going to be famous!"

Evelyn couldn't help raising her arms and cheering. Then even her walking posture obviously held her head high, as if she had become a popular little star.

Evelyn walked with her head held high and her confidence swaggered. As she walked, she accidentally stepped on the instep of a man coming from the left side of the corridor.

This is a thin blonde in her thirties. She walked well, but Evelyn walked with her eyes above the top. She didn't see the people next to her, so she stepped on the instep of his feet.

It happened that Evelyn came to accompany her boyfriend Locke to the high school classmate party. She still wore those very sharp high heels, which made the blonde skinny step in great pain and howl.

"Asshole! You don't have eyes when you walk!"

The wonderful thing is that it is Evelyn who steps on the instep of others instead of the thin blonde who is trampled on the instep of others.

"Bichi! Clean your mouth!"

The skinny blonde jumped on one leg, rubbed the instep hurt by the toe of high heels, pointed to Evelyn opposite and scolded angrily.

Obviously, the other party didn't walk long eyes and accidentally stepped on himself. He not only didn't apologize to himself, but also abused himself, which could not help but annoy him.

"Who do you call bichi? Do you know who my boyfriend is? Do you believe I told my boyfriend to tear your mouth off!"

Evelyn threatened the blonde man angrily that if she didn't agree, she would let his boyfriend Locke come and teach the thin man a lesson.

Locke is a tough guy with one meter eight five and muscles all over. What's more, he is the No. 2 figure of the hungry wolf gang in Brooklyn. He has dozens of people under his hands. Isn't it easy to teach this thin blonde a lesson?

In Evelyn's opinion, nothing will happen even if the other party is maimed. After all, Locke has done such violent things.

"Hehe, who is your boyfriend that makes you so confident?" the thin blonde glared at Evelyn fiercely, showing a trace of disdain on his face, which was a little unpredictable.

As he spoke, the blonde man reached out and grabbed Evelyn's arm with fierce eyes. "I don't care which onion your boyfriend is. Unless you apologize to me now, I won't let you go. I'll sell you to a nightclub as a prostitute!"

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Evelyn struggled hard, but it's a pity that a woman's strength is not as strong as a thin blonde.

Fortunately, soon Locke heard her cry and ran fiercely.

After running over, without saying a word, he directly punched the blonde in the face, smashed the blonde's lips and bled, and several teeth fell off.

"Oh, my God!" because of the severe pain, the thin blonde quickly released his hand, covered his mouth and wailed.

After Evelyn broke free of the blonde's hand, she immediately raised her feet in high heels and deliberately stepped on the blonde's instep, which made him cry louder and louder.

"Waste, how dare you bully a woman! And it's still my woman!"

Locke kicked the skinny blonde in the stomach and kicked him to the ground.

Finally, he spit on his face, which took Evelyn's hand. They arrogantly left the corridor and walked to the 404 luxury box.

The thin blonde lying on the ground covered his kicked stomach with one hand, wiped the blood from his broken lips with the other hand, and stared at the box number they entered.

"Room 404, I remember, you wait for me!" the thin blond spit a mouthful of bloody sputum on the floor, whispered to himself, and a trace of cruelty flashed on his face.

……