, just use a light-colored tie. This combination gives people a sense of intimacy. Well, this suit has a casual style, which makes people less serious... Of course... because it is not a formal occasion, it is best not to wear a suit.

The effect will be better if paired with a pair of gray pants..."

"Oh, this belt is nice, very subtle, and suits you...'

"Brown leather shoes are better. They are rich and generous. The combination of black and off-white is too dazzling. Oh...the socks must be white. Note that you must wear white or gray socks when wearing this outfit in the future, and black suits.

When the time comes, try to wear black socks..."

"Mr. Mao, please go to the VIP room and try the effect!"

"OK, all right."

"Wait..." Zhang Yang ran to the bar and asked the bar lady for a pair of scissors. Then he ran to the fat man and whispered in his ear: "Remember, wash your hands first and cut off your nails by the way..."

"Hmm..." The fat man glanced at his hands, and his face suddenly turned red, "I just came out of the workshop..."

"Hey, I know, Mr. Mao is the kind of person who likes to do things himself. Go ahead and see the effect. If it doesn't work, let's see again."

…

"Liu An Liu An, do the math, how much did you spend in total just now?"

When the fat man entered the VIP room and closed the door, Zhang Yang suddenly looked excited and shouted.

"I said arrogant, but I haven't decided to buy it yet." Liu An saw Zhang Yang's eager expression and felt a little depressed.

"Hey, let's do the math first. Let me see how much commission I can get..."

"..." Liu An was speechless.

Soon, a piece of data came up on the bar counter.

"Xiao Zhang, 170,000 yuan!"

The little girl at the cashier's voice at the bar also had a sweet voice, which made Zhang Yang's heart itch. This time she really fell into the trap of a beauty!

One hundred and seventy thousand, one hundred and seventy thousand, based on a commission of at least 5%, there is... Oh my God, there are eight thousand five hundred yuan!

"Hey, eight thousand five thousand, eight thousand five..." Zhang Yang's eyes were filled with golden light. If he took the eight thousand five, he decided to open a five-star hotel with Liu Biao tonight and call out two legends.

The young lady... No, let’s open a hotel for twenty yuan a night!

Looking at Zhang Yang's cheerful and obscene expression, all the girls in the Noble City had disgusted faces. They all couldn't understand Zhang Yang. For a moment, he was like an elegant Prince Charming, and his every move was full of strangeness.

The charm makes people intoxicated, and the next moment he has a disgusting philistine look on his face, which makes people vomit blood.

The fat man is out!

Looking at the fat man walking out, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, ***, how come this man has changed so much just by changing his clothes?

Zhang Yang naturally didn't expect that others would feel the same way after he changed his clothes.

"How's it going?" The fat man was not afraid because he was wearing a set of expensive clothes. He showed Zhang Yang openly. Obviously, the fat man's demeanor was honed over a long period of time and was essentially different from Zhang Yang.

"Brother, you should have been more particular a long time ago." Zhang Yang sighed, and his speech changed from Mr. Mao to brother. Unknowingly, the distance between the two became much closer.

"Haha, it's not that I don't want to be particular, it's just that I don't have time. I have to travel all over the world all day long, and I have to go to the workshop when I come back. How do you want me to wear this kind of clothes?"

"Well, that's true, but, brother! He who works hard does not work hard. You have to change your ways in the future. Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, you know, right? Liu Bang won the world by making good use of people. Xiang Yu can only kill himself in Wujiang for his unparalleled courage. If he wants everything

Doing it yourself will seriously affect the development of the company. You have to understand that you are always just a person, not a god. How many of the CEOs of multinational companies in the world have you seen personally go to the workshop? Even if they are, they are only for the media.

Just show off..."

"..." The fat man had a dull look on his face. After half a minute, he realized what he was doing. He sighed and said with a sad face: "What you said makes sense, little brother. It seems that I need to change myself..."

"Yeah, brother, I'm just saying casually, don't take it seriously, don't take the clothes you took off, just wear this suit, it's getting late, you can find some works and buy some fruit

Come early, it’s not good if it’s too late.”

"That's that." The fat man walked to the bar and took out a gold card from his wallet and handed it to the cashier.

"Well...sister at the cashier, don't forget to discount. Just give as much as you can. It would be best if you can get a VIP card. I believe I will come again in the future."

"Oh..." When the girl at the cashier heard Zhang Yang calling her sister, her ears turned red and she whispered softly.

…

Just when Fatty paid the bill and was about to leave, Zhang Yang suddenly remembered something very important.

"Brother, wait a moment."

"Little brother, is there anything else you can do?"

"I almost forgot an important thing, and this matter is related to success or failure." Zhang Yang said seriously.

"What's going on?" The fat man suddenly became nervous.

"You can't buy works in the calligraphy market, because those calligraphy works are signed, and an expert will know that you are buying them at a glance. This will make the other party feel that you are perfunctory, which will be counterproductive."

"Then...how about that?"

"Do you have any friends who can calligraphy or painting?"

"No, I'm just a rough guy. I don't know those people." The fat man wiped the sweat from his face.

"In this case, I will simply send Buddha to heaven. Now you go to the stationery cabinet of the nearby shopping mall and buy the best rice paper. Tell the waiter that it is for writing. Buy that small bottle of hardcover ink, those writing brushes and the like.

Just buy one..."

"What...are you writing?"

The fat man was stunned. Not only the fat man was stunned, but also the employees of Noble City were stunned. What was Zhang Yang going to do?

"Haha, I'm an art major, so I can still write a few random words."

"Is the art department... going to work?" Fatty was a little worried.

"Don't worry, brother doesn't believe me yet!"

…

Seeing the fat man running out with his butt bumping, Liu An and the others looked at Zhang Yang with expressions on their faces like they were monsters.

"Xiao Zhang, didn't you say you were a marketing master? Why did you become a calligraphy master again?" Liu An couldn't help but ask after all.

"Ahem...Actually...I'm from the art department..." Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly.
Chapter completed!