Chapter 5

Hmm..." Sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car, Duong Trung couldn't help but frown and take a breath.

The excitement of seeing a white Ferrari F12 is long gone, replaced by occasional lower back pain.

"Damn..." Duong Trung cursed in a low voice.

Megan Williams, the co-pilot, did not notice Yang Cheng's unusual behavior. He tilted his head and his big eyes then turned around, looked at this, touched that. The best car she ever drove was a taxi driven by her boyfriend. , What brand is this? I don't remember it anymore.

It's not that she looks like she's never seen the world. If there weren't anyone else, Duong Trung would have had to play with this dreamy sports car in his past life, no matter how painful it was. Laferrari is already on the market, I don't know if it's too late to order it.

Again, with such good conditions, bringing three big cars together is not difficult, Duong Trung set a small goal in his heart.

I started the engine, nodded my thanks to the parking attendant for helping to control the traffic ahead, and then pressed the accelerator. The 12-cylinder engine roared and immediately responded, but Duong Trung did not dare to accelerate. First, traffic on Park Avenue was compared. Density, second, he was afraid that the intense thrust would cut his thin waist.

"Jason, this car is amazing." Megan finally satisfied her curiosity, her beautiful eyes radiated golden light, carrying a bit of anger, she shouted at Duong Trung.

Duong Trung whistled without responding.

Their destination was Fifth Avenue, just a block away, not far.

Duong Trung driving a Ferrari always feels helpless. He knew the car very well, but his consciousness was a bit out of tune. How should I put it, it's like driving a Santana-style supercar. It's very disturbing. When things go wrong, it seems like the people of America and the people of Country Z are very similar in some ways. They are hiding luxury cars. This was the conclusion that Duong Trung came to through the rearview mirror and saw an empty space less than 10 meters from his car.

F12 stopped firmly in front of a building covered by a hazy white glass curtain. From a distance, it is cold, sophisticated, modern and artistic.

This is the largest LV flagship store in the world, with 4 floors and an area of ​​more than 20,000 square meters.

"Good afternoon, Jason." After struggling to stand up from the low Ferrari, Duong Trung heard someone greeting him from behind. Politeness doesn't need to go through the mind, unconsciously turned around and smiled, looked at the chubby white man wearing normal jeans and a shirt in front of him, startled and hugged, "Oh, kimi, I'm coming to New York when?" York "Why not? call me ?"

The man named Kimi also hugged Duong Thua, patted him on the back with his big hand, and happily replied: "I just arrived last night, the group organized a design tour, it's my turn to go to New York." . ".

Stopping for a moment, he saw Megan Williams walking around the front of the car towards Duong Trung, naturally holding Duong Trung's arm. Kimi's eyes lit up and she continued slyly: "Damn, I want it. Hire a bastard." that women like."

Duong Trung smiled happily, turned his head, winked at Kimi, and said softly: "They like my money more than me."

"Ha ha, that's right, okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I still have things to do. We'll have a festival another day." Kimi laughed and punched Yang Cheng in the face, winked to signal a man to understand and then left.

Megan was a little unhappy because Duong Trung didn't introduce her, but quickly pressed down on her heart, pretending to naturally look at Kimi's back and asked: "Jason, who is he?" He seems to have a good relationship with you.

Yang Cheng understood Megan's careful thinking when thinking about it. He was happy in his heart but calmly said: "LV men's clothing design director, more than 70% of my suits are designed by him, he is my good friend."

Having finished speaking, without giving Megan a chance to continue her research, she held her hand and walked towards the flagship store. The receptionist at the door noticed them, not to mention Kimijones, his mother, Liu Yun, as well as Yang Cheng's face. Far from it, I wouldn't dare say that only the sales staff in the luxury department store on Fifth Avenue didn't know him, and there would never be a blow to the face. People who work here will receive a super VIP list the first time they come to work, leaders will ask them to remember each face on the list, along with their respective names, interests and habits. Duong Trung is definitely like that in every family. One of the top five brands, even top three in the list of brands.

This is absurd, anyone who spends tens of millions of dollars a year on luxury items can benefit from this type of treatment. However, they will not spend less money. Anyway, LV has never had the habit of discounting and no one can. The arrogant French will never allow discounts to increase sales. It would be an insult to them, and the Gallic rooster would not lower its head.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Yang." The beauty service shopping guide followed Duong Thua's footsteps to open the door and respectfully greeted.

Duong Trung glanced at the other person's badge and smiled: "Hello Emily, if I remember correctly, you must be new, right?"

Although the beauty shopping guide named Emily was a little surprised, she did not dare to let her guard down: "Yes, sir, you remember clearly, I signed up the day before yesterday."

"Take this lady upstairs and pack the bags you like. I'll go check it out in a moment. " Duong Trung ordered.

People who can work in LV flagship stores, even the lowest shopping guides, are not ordinary people. If not, then graduate from a prestigious university. Why couldn't Duong Trung say the meaning of his words and just let Megan buy? The products on the first floor, most of them are mass-produced models, the price will not exceed 50,000 US dollars.

Megan was stunned from the moment she walked in. He didn't hear what Duong Trung said to Emily, otherwise he would hate Duong Trung even more.

Duong Thua originally wanted to experience the feeling of spending money firsthand, but going to her mother's place to say hello was too much.

So, he left Megan in charge of Emily, he moved his long legs, greeted the smiles of the shopping guide, and then took the elevator to the 4th floor.

Luu Van's mother is the global vice president of LVMH group, not the vice president of the LV brand. LVMH owns more than 50 brands. LV is just one of the most famous. Others include Moët Hennessy, Dom Pérignon, Givenchy, Fendi, and more. Wait.

In theory, Liu Yun has authority over these brands, but there are four senior vice presidents in the entire LVMH group. Liu Yun is mainly responsible for the clothing and perfume sectors thanks to her keen fashion vision and ability to predict trends. The senior vice president is recognized internally, second only to the corporate CEO and CFO in the leadership team.

As the elevator doors slowly opened on both sides, I stepped on the carpet printed with the LV logo and walked forward.

The entire 4th floor, in addition to my mother's office, also has a design studio and modeling room to meet VIP's large customization needs.

When Duong Trung entered, a staff member walked in and out of the correct room. It feels like they are styling their customers. Duong Trung glanced, turned left, and walked along the hallway filled with photos of classic LV products. Facing the somewhat heavy door, he pushed the door open and entered without knocking.

Large office space of nearly 200 square meters. The office with noble purple as the main color is full of luxury. In the middle of the office, a giant tropical fish tank more than 3 meters long separates the rest area, reception area and office space, no matter where it is located. From the viewpoint, you can admire schools of colorful tropical fish and play among coral polyps of cabbage.

"Mom..." Duong Trung simply checked this expensive table, ran to the strange black table, and shouted at his mother who was working with her head down.

Liu Yun was not surprised by Yang Cheng's surprise visit. In fact, he received a call from his assistant to inform him before he entered.

Duong Trung felt a bit frustrated when the joke didn't work, and couldn't help but wonder: "Did I imitate wrongly?"

Waiting for dozens of seconds, Luu Van finished signing the documents on the table, then raised his head with an abusive expression, his elegant makeup as if it had never been worn down by years. When Liu Yun gave birth to Yang Cheng, she was less than 20 years old. She and her father, Yang Sen, got on the bus first and charged the fare. So don't look at Duong Trung, both are 26 years old. Later this year will be his mother's 46th birthday.

The small figure stands out behind this large table, but the powerful aura covers the entire room. Her wavy black hair is let loose on one side, full of charm, but if anyone thinks that Luu Van's temperament is similar to hers and her body shape is symmetrical, it is definitely deadly ugly.

"Yes, isn't that our Young Master Duong? What kind of wind does Young Master Duong blow to the flat-headed people? Isn't the sun coming from the west?" Liu Yun's film about Beijing hurts the people but is cruel. My son is useless. His grandfather, Liu Muqian, grew up in a hut in Beijing and only went abroad when he was twenty years old. He then immigrated to the United States. Although Liu Yun was born in the United States, under the influence of his grandfather since childhood ~www.mtlnovel.com~ spoke Mandarin with a strong Beijing flavor. It's not difficult to understand.

Duong Trung smiled and walked around the office, walked behind his mother, kissed her left cheek, then wrapped his arms around her, affectionately saying: "Hey, look at what mom says, I'm not here." ." arrive. . Are you here?"

This trick made my mother uncomfortable. Luu Van pretended to be disgusted, raised his hand to wipe the saliva from his face. She turned her head, hating iron and steel, stretched out Qianqianyu's finger and hit Yang Cheng's forehead hard, "You, every time you said you would come to this studio with me, have you eaten anything?"

My mother is impatient and her temper comes and goes quickly. As soon as her son expressed his feelings for her, the previous unpleasant feeling disappeared in the blink of an eye and she turned to craving for her son.

Duong Trung felt a warm stream running through his heart. In his previous life, he was an orphan and never knew family love. Suddenly there was a mother who cared for him all day long, like a long drought under the rain, holding back tears without crying.

"Eat, don't worry mom, what about you? Don't always be busy with work, rest when you need to rest..."

Luu Van rolled his eyes and got goosebumps. She shouted: "Your child won't cause me any trouble, will he?" You said such unpleasant things. »

Yes, this doesn't require suffering or crying.

Duong Trung smiled bitterly and said: "No, really not, I just miss you, I won't come to see you anymore."

Luu Van mumbled something in a low voice, Duong Trung did not hear. Anyway, he just showed disbelief, nothing good happened.

Even though his mother has strange attributes, Duong Trung still feels warm like never before. This is family love, no matter how hard you work, money cannot buy it. "By the way, Mom, I'm going home to eat tonight. I asked White to inform the house. You should come home early." Duong Thua said as he picked up the jade decorations on the table to play with.