Mr. Li, I bet you don't dare to buy this limited edition bag for me.
When I slapped my phone on Li Shen's mahogany desk, he was revising a cross-border cooperation contract in front of the computer screen.
The sound of his fingertips typing on the keyboard was regular and crisp. The blue light of the screen reflected on his cold white face, and even his jawline was a bit sharp.
It's obviously a scene that should make people nervous, but I just want to find fault.
He didn't even raise his eyelids, only a low question escaped from his throat, and his tone was a bit helpless as he had already predicted: "What are you looking at again?"
"The 'Luxury Shop' in the west of the city has only three newly arrived Hermès Birkin bags in the world." I shook the picture of the bag that had been stored in my phone for two days, and deliberately raised the corners of my mouth, with a hint of grievance in my voice.
"I just asked my assistant to ask, and the clerk said that the last one was ordered! Mr. Li, you said a few days ago, 'Buy me everything I want,' but now you can't even get a bag. Is that a lie?"
In fact, I secretly went to the store yesterday and saw with my own eyes that there was a shallow scratch on the metal chain of the bag.
The store clerk said it would have to be returned to the factory for repair and would be available for pick up in a week.
I'm just looking for trouble on purpose.
Who made Mr. Li Shen talk about "leaving it to the assistant"? Even having a meal with me must be put into the schedule in advance.
Last time I wanted him to accompany me to a new art exhibition, he actually asked his assistant to buy a VIP ticket and he stayed in the company to hold a video conference.
I just want to see if he will put down all the "big things worth hundreds of millions" for this "flawed limited edition bag".
Li Shen finally raised his eyes and glanced...
