Super Son-in-law Chapter 1259-1260

Chapter 1259
"You!" Wooden was slapped by Lin Hao, his head buzzing and dizzy, after he shook his head and regained consciousness, his gaze was fierce, "You, how dare you hit a noble F gentleman, damned Oriental monkey, I will have the police take you to jail!"

  

  Only before he pulled out his phone Bertrand rushed forward and slapped him across the face again, "Are you looking for death? Don't you recognise that the dress this lady is wearing is one of the most satisfying dresses of his life that Mr. Venklein designed last time? We always tell you to look at Mr. Venklein's past designs! But you didn't even look at Mr. Venklein's most recent design, you damned bastard, and I'll be sure to talk to Mr. Venklein about your work ethic!"

  

  Moyne, sobered again by Bertrand's slap, could not help but look carefully at Shen Xiyan's gown, and found that her gown was surprisingly consistent with Mr. Venklein's approach, in terms of lines, patterns and signs of diamond inlay.

  

  But Moung still said doggedly, "Bertrand! How could she, a Chinese, allow Mr. Venklein to break his own rules! So she must be an imitation, and he she has the audacity to appear in the Venklein workroom wearing an imitation, she is simply taking the vile spleen of the Chinese and defiling our shop! Bertrand, you have dealt with so many Chinese people and you still don't know their vile nature? Blindly chasing after them, not being able to buy the genuine article means buying an imitation, not getting permission from the designer means plagiarising someone else's design!"

  

  "Grass!" Lin Hao was outright furious.

  

  He took a look at the relationship between these two people and also saw Bertrand's badge, a working designer and a trainee. To be honest, if these two people's identities were switched, I'm afraid Lin Hao would already have the urge to smash this shop up.

  

  Seeing Lin Hao's anger burning, Bertrand went up and shouted, "Sir, I'm sorry. This is our trainee, he doesn't know anything about Vinkleren's designs and can't tell if Mr. Vinkleren's dresses are real or not, so it's my fault."

  

  "Such a waste, why keep it?" Lin Hao glared at Bertrand, finished pulling out his mobile phone and made a yilu wu wu di dyed ground whisk call to Mo Tianji.

  

  "Big brother, what's wrong?" Mo Tianji was working, and when he saw Lin Hao's call, the whole person immediately sat upright to return the call.

  

  Lin Hao gave a light hum, "Call out Venklein and tell him to come to his studio door. Remember to tell him that no matter where he is now, he must appear at the door of his own studio in three minutes, otherwise he will suffer the consequences!" After saying that, Lin Hao hung up the phone.

  

  Over there Mo Tianji felt his big brother's anger and gritted his teeth as he squeezed his phone, damned Wen Klein. He thought the designer was good, and his wife liked the dresses he designed, but he had offended his brother!

  

  He was just looking for death!

  

  Mo Tianji touched up the landline and called in to Venklein's personal number.

  

  "Oh, and to have Mr. Venklein come over in person! I've met seven or eight false, pretentious Oriental monkeys like you all in one day! If Mr. Venklein would show up, I'd be on my knees kissing your leather shoes!" Wooden laughed, to have Mr. Venklein go out to greet him personally, and only give him three minutes? And said it in a manner as if there was such a thing.

  

  Bertrand was also frowning as he listened, they both knew some Chinese, so he understood what Lin Hao was saying. Faced with such a loud tone from Lin Hao, Bertrand also had some disbelief ......

  

  "Venklein! What on earth have you done to offend the Lin family's head of family!" Seeing that the phone was connected, Mo Tianji asked with a growl without waiting for Venklein's greeting.

  

  Sensing Mo Tianji's roar, Wen Klein wanted to pull the phone away from him, but after hearing it, his whole body trembled ......

  

  When had he offended that mysterious and terrifying Lin family head, one of the four great families of China?

  

  "Mr. Mo, do we have some kind of misunderstanding? I haven't offended any Lin family head, I haven't even met him so far, so what's the offense ......," explained Venklein.



Chapter 1260

Mo Tianji grunted and interrupted Venklein directly, "There is no use in explaining to me, you will go to the door of your studio now, you will naturally understand when you arrive! Venklein, if I get word of my big brother's disrespect, your product, your design, I will let it die in the womb! Don't worry, I'll do what I say and it will be gone from this world!"

  

  "I know, I know." Venklein was in a cold sweat of fear, he was a top designer, but when he ran out of outlets to showcase his product, his artistic party became a madman ......

  

  Often lunacy and art are just a matter of someone's mind, with endurance to buy and a market you are an artist, but with no one to buy and no market, in the perfect design, it is still something a lunatic pounded out ......

  

  What is art? When others think you are art, you are art, when others do not recognize, do not buy, then it is nothing ......

  

  A successful designer will also be a good socio-economic researcher, they know what kind of products the market wants and they know the group of people who are leading the direction of the market ......

  

  Venklein didn't even put down the silver needle in his hand. Of course his silver needles were the usual fine needles, the ones used by tailors ......

  

  He hurried towards the studio door, afraid of wasting a minute.

  

  He took two or three steps at a time and rushed straight down from the third floor in less than thirty seconds. The young designers working in his studio along the way were stunned, when had they ever seen Mr. Venklein in such a hurry?

  

  What kind of a person had come? It was surprising that Mr. Venklein was in such a hurry to receive him. Look at the red thread rolling on the floor, it's a sign of Venklein's eagerness ......

  

  "What's wrong with Mr. Venklein? Why is he in such a hurry? Look at him with the red line wrapped around him, this is if anyone inside the weekday had dropped the line on the floor, Venklein would have been angry for a long time ......"

  

  "Yes, yes, Venkolek is a very odd-tempered artist!"

  

  "What artist isn't grumpy? Well, well, look what happened?"

  

  "I think I just saw Wooden arguing with someone again, like Bertrand? Did Wooden make some kind of trouble again?"

  

  At the sound of a discussion in the midst of watching the drama, Venklein ran up to Lin Hao.

  

  At his arrival, Wooden was dumbfounded and Bertrand was dumbfounded.

  

  The red thread on that floor was extremely striking, and Bertrand knew that Venklein, who designed the dresses, would never let his stitches fall to the floor, and so he would ask anyone not to waste thread, let alone let a wasted line be discovered by him, or he would throw this out of the studio!

  

  At the same time, they followed Venklein's design studies and never found a wasted line swept out of Venklein's workstation ......

  

  It's a horrible compulsion and also a very strong and precise technique ......

  

  "Mr. Ven, Venklein ......" Wooden stammered out.

  

  He's really here?

  

  How could that be!

  

  It hadn't even been three minutes, had it? I'm afraid it's only thirty seconds by the count, right? What was the identity of this young man in front of him? His face, which was still hot and painful, lost consciousness for a moment as he felt a greater horror slowly approaching him! A voice in the back of his mind cried out, it was over!

  

  Bertrand swallowed, looking at Lin Hao and Shen Xiyan, Mr. Venklein, coming out in a flaming hurry, defying his image, what was the identity of this group of Chinese people?

  

  "Dear Lin family master, welcome to my studio. I don't know what is going on that has put you in an unpleasant mood ......," Venklein bowed deeply to Lin Hao, a deep bow that had the meaning of an apology, and at the same time, as he looked down, he saw the Noble Order that Lin Hao was playing with in his hand!

  

  He was instantly shocked love pickaxan waiter love whisked love raised his head, a Chinese, or F country nobleman?

  

  What kind of terrifying being was this?

  

  Damn it, who had offended him?

  

  Venklein bowed once more, a bow for the nobleman's salute, he straightened his back and roared, "Who on earth, has offended such an honourable nobleman sir and his family!"