This kind of person feels like polluting my ears if I hear him say one more word.
"Dandan, you see. This is the man you like."
Zhao Zitong just pressed the hands-free button.
Ma Dandan heard everything Ye Wenle said clearly.
"Zi Tong... I'm sorry..."
Ma Dandan knew that she was being used, and she stood there stiffly, biting her lip.
Why am I so stupid!
If I had half the IQ of Zitong and Wenyin, I wouldn't be fooled.
"Now is not the time to discuss who is right or wrong."
Although she was angry, the only person Zhao Zitong could rely on now was Ma Dandan.
"Dandan, take this business card and these two boxes of cosmetics to find Mr. Chen."
"I will explain the matter of gold and electronic chips to the customs."
The only thing we can do now is to try to save some goods.
If Boss Chen breaks his promise, I will have to pay double the amount of the purchase price.
"Zi Tong... Will it be okay for you to stay here?"
Madandan was worried.
"It's okay, I'll explain it to the customs, don't you still believe me?"
Zhao Zitong was also unsure.
But no matter what the punishment is, Ma Dandan cannot be implicated now.
If someone really needs to be punished, that person can only be her.
Two people together can't solve any problems.
Back in the customs inspection room, Zhao Zitong said to the customs:
"I am responsible for my own actions, and I, your younger sister, don't know anything."
"She was in a hurry to pass the customs, and these cosmetics are all hers."
"If there is no problem, can you let her pass through with these things first?"
Seeing that she had admitted it, the customs officer took out a document and asked her to sign it:
"Why don't you just admit it earlier? You're wasting our time."
Then he signaled to other colleagues to let Madandan and two boxes of cosmetics over.
Seeing Ma Dandan walking away with her head turned back every few steps, Zhao Zitong turned around and said to the customs officer:
"I ask that my lawyer come over. Until my lawyer arrives, I will not admit anything."
The customs officers were really impressed. This woman changed her expression faster than turning the pages of a book.
But there was nothing wrong with her request, so the customs staff had to let her make the call.
Zhao Zitong was not sure whether the man was a real lawyer.
But he is the only person I can turn to for help now.
She doesn't have business cards of other lawyers either.
"Hello..." Zhuo Zhenfeng answered the phone.
"Hello, Lawyer Zhuo, I'm Zhao Zitong."
"I'm having some trouble with the Shenzhen customs."
"I wonder if you are free now?"
"Would it be convenient for Fang to come over and be my attorney?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then a chuckle was heard:
"Aren't you afraid that I will sell you to Southeast Asia?"
Zhuo Zhenfeng was shopping with his mother Wang Wenhui in Central.
I was a little surprised when I received a call from Zhao Zitong.
But there was a smile on his face.
Zhao Zitong's hand holding the microphone was a little stiff.
Finished...
He actually overheard the conversation I had with Ma Dandan last night.
However, Zhao Zitong's best quality is his thick skin.
At this time, what's the point of caring about face and self-esteem
She said miserably:
"I'm in this situation now. I might as well be sold to Southeast Asia by you..."
Zhuo Zhenfeng raised the corners of his mouth when he heard her pretending to be pitiful.
After hanging up the phone, he said to his mother Wang Wenhui:
"Sorry, Miss Wang, the Attorney General has to go and get busy."
Wang Wenhui looked at her son lovingly and nodded gently with a smile:
"Go ahead, but Joe, Hong Kong is different from other countries. In Hong Kong, people always respect the clothes before the people."
"You should also stop wearing those old clothes and cheap watches you wore when you studied in the UK."
Zhuo Zhenfeng disagreed. He went to study abroad because he didn't want to rely on his father.
So when you are abroad, you almost always spend your own money.
Although these clothes and watches are cheap, he feels quite comfortable wearing them.
As soon as Zhuo Zhenfeng left, Wang Wenhui walked to the DIOR store in the mall by herself.
Several women in professional suits saw that it was Mrs. Zhuo and hurriedly greeted her warmly.
"Taku, welcome. What would you like to buy today?"
"I have a very important cocktail party to attend tomorrow and I want to choose a suitable dress."
"Okay, let me introduce you to some new styles."
The salesperson took out several dresses with elegant styles for Mrs. Zhuo, Wang Wenhui, to choose from.
Wang Wenhui just put her hand on a yellow group,
A fashionably dressed young woman snatched the yellow dress from her.
"Excuse me, such bright colors are more suitable for young people like us."
Wang Wenhui looked up and saw that it was Li Xiner, the runner-up of Miss Hong Kong who had been having a hot relationship with her husband recently.
She smiled contemptuously.
Miss Hong Kong, huh, isn’t it just a nightclub election
Miss Hong Kong is a large-scale beauty pageant in Hong Kong that first appeared in 1946.
It was originally organized by a private organization at the Ritz Nightclub in North Point, Hong Kong.
Miss Hong Kong in recent years,
Most of them have ambiguous relationships with married wealthy businessmen.
“This…” The salesperson was a little embarrassed.
One is the queen of Yangfan Group, and the other is the mistress of business tycoon Zhuo Liqun.
They are all wealthy people and should not be offended.
"You're right. This frivolous color suits your temperament."
Wang Wenhui smiled and said that she didn't want to lose her identity, so she took the initiative to put down the skirt.
Li Xiner was about to explode when she saw Wang Wenhui taking a black skirt and walking into the fitting room.
The salesperson saw that something was wrong and quickly said:
"Ms. Li, we have a new batch of handbags on the second floor. Would you like to go up and choose one?"
"Great!" Hearing that there were new products, Li Xiner smiled again.
Wearing 10cm red high heels, she went up to the second floor wiggling her butt.
After trying on clothes and preparing to pay, Wang Wenhui
Then I saw Li Xiner coming down from upstairs angrily.
She didn't have any clothes or handbags in her hands.
Seeing Wang Wenhui looking at her, she turned around and left angrily.
"What's wrong with her?"
Wang Wenhui asked the salesperson following her.
"Ms. Li's card seemed to be frozen when she paid the bill just now."
The salesperson was a little speechless, there was something wrong with his card.
Instead, he got very angry with himself.
These rich women are so hard to please!
Wang Wenhui didn't respond, but just smiled faintly.
"Please pack this yellow dress for me. By the way, do you have the same style?"
Wang Wenhui smiled and picked up the yellow dress that Li Xiner had just snatched away.
"Yes, there are two pairs of this skirt in the store," said the salesperson.
"Pack both for me."
Wang Wenhui took out the bank's Supreme Black Card to pay the bill.
After leaving the store, Wang Wenhui said to her assistant:
"Cut an inconspicuous hole in the back of each of these skirts and mail them to the two women in this magazine."
Wang Wenhui took out a magazine and it said:
"Li Xin'er and Guan Lingling staged a world war of jealousy for Zhuo Liqun."
"By the way, send it to them in Zhuosheng's name."
"By the way, give them an invitation to tomorrow's cocktail party, also in Zhuo Sheng's name."
After Wang Wenhui walked away, the two salesmen in the store started discussing.
"What's going on? Why was Li Xiner's card suddenly frozen?"
"I was just at the door of the fitting room and heard Mrs. Zhuo calling the bank manager."
"She said her husband's card was lost and needed to be frozen, and she also wanted to suspend his supplementary card."
"Ah, so this Li Xin'er is using Zhuo Sheng's supplementary card?"
"Of course you do. Haven't you read any gossip magazines?"
"Hong Kong tycoon Zhuo Liqun falls in love with the new Miss Hong Kong runner-up Li Xin'er."
"These Miss Hong Kong girls are really something. They are so pretty, why do they like these old men?"
"Only old men have money. That's how society works."
"You're right, laugh at the poor, not at the prostitutes!"