Not long ago, the general manager of Lost Island personally sent a large stack of VIP VIP cards and distributed them to all students. Even every class of three years has one, and he carried a computer with a fingerprint input to record it. The card is bound to each person's ID card and fingerprint, which means that only the person can use it, and even if it is dropped, it cannot be used.

Looking at the shock and joy of his old rival He Xinyi, Cui Zheng and the others were naturally proud, speaking louder, and their waists were much straighter than half an hour ago.

Siyan checked the Internet and immediately gasped: "The Lost Island permanent VIP VIP card is not very expensive. It can be called a market without rank. You don't have to pay the annual fee for ordinary VIP cards. You can enjoy all the entertainment facilities and services of the Lost Island at an extremely low price. In other words, someone spent 100,000 yuan on Lost Island for a week, and you only need twenty yuan to buy a boat ticket to Lost Island. You don't have to worry about it next. Many rich people are proud of having a VIP card. It's really a waste to give it to the grandsons of the three-year class."

Xia Wei was wearing a pair of silly jeans, with a big butt, and her legs were tightly tied, just like a big radish. When Lao Liao saw it, he quickly asked him to take VIP and Zhou An to go to the hotel to choose a dress that suits him. He would introduce Xia Wei to Ouyang Lifang later. How can he not dress up?

Bei Xiaodan originally wanted to keep it in Lao Liao's room, but when she saw Murong Lanluo leaning on the sofa, she refused to leave. She sighed secretly and went back to her room. She had a lot to say in her heart, but there were opportunities in the future, so she would not be in a hurry at this time.

Lao Liao rushed to inform the principal that Jiang Feng would arrange the party tonight, and the principal was very happy and praised him for his steady work. Smithf was a nobleman and liked this kind of occasion the most. Although the people who came were not big shots, they were all lively and lively students, and the atmosphere was very different. I believe she must be surprised to see that kind of scene.

Before the principal could finish speaking on the phone, he rushed into Liao Xuebing's room and shouted: "Xiao Liao, you have to help me plan it well. This is the highlight!"

Liao Xuebing quietly pulled Murong Lanluo, who leaned on the sofa for snacks, said: "Go back to your room first, I have some business to talk to the principal."

"Well, then hurry up, I'll wait for you."

The principal saw the snack bags and drink bottles all over the floor and smiled and said, "Xiao Liao, I have a good relationship with the students. Before I could talk about the party, I felt longing for you. Oh my God, I spent a long time on the island with Jiang Feng and his wife. Although the scenery is good, Jiang Feng's wife is really impatient. She talks about Hu Chai and asks Mrs. Smith without any politeness. It is all about the face-damaging issues, which are worse than those of the village women. But after waiting for a party, Mrs. Smith will forget the previous unhappiness."

Lao Liao looked at the principal's outfit, his head was slightly bald, and he had a pair of large sunglasses, a floral shirt and beach shorts on his forehead. Except for the lack of crutches and turtle shells, his outfit was similar to the turtle fairy in the comics. He immediately pulled him to the dressing mirror glue in the secret room: "Look at it carefully, he looks like an old turtle, and he doesn't even have the image he deserves. Will Mrs. Smith look at it? Even if she likes a man with a chivalrous spirit, you are at least a little bit like a little? Without saying anything, the more graceful you pretend, the greater your winning side, try to evoke her memories of the prince charming when she was a little girl. Can you dance?"

The principal was scolded by a man who was younger than him, had a lower qualification, and had a lower position than him. He was quite embarrassed. But who said that he was a love saint? He couldn't speak for a while. After a long time, he said, "Dance, you can dance a little bit, but it's just not the rhythm of music."

Liao Xuebing thoughtfully, "It's time to cheat money." He patted his forehead and said dejectedly: "Oh my God, do you know that dancing is one of the most important means of communication between men and women? No wonder it is behind the pace of world development. Let's do this. Tonight, you can win the favor of your wife first. Tomorrow I will find a dance master to teach you a hellish special training and cultivate your demeanor from graceful dance postures. This is extremely important."

"Dance master? I'm so old, isn't that good? Old bones can't stand the tossing!"

"Stop! I'll just say, your mentality is problematic. You can't think that you are old. You must always be young and young. You have to think like this often. Playing a football game, no, no, it's not a problem to have a big fight with seven beauties. In addition, change to a decent evening dress and be calmer. Don't always be trembling in front of your wife, as she will look down on you."

Saw the principal away, immediately called Zhou An, surrounded him, and exclaimed: "Not bad, with wide shoulders, thin waist, long legs, just a little thin, a little hunched back, um." He held Zhou An and looked up and down with his hands: "Overall, it is a craftable material."

Zhou An was even more frightened. He seemed to see the teacher and Chen Younian get together in the afternoon. He didn't know what bad things he did. He just said that he and Chen Younian are like-minded and said hurriedly: "Teacher, I am a backbone person. No matter what you force me to do, I will not surrender."

If you have backbone, will you still be charged for protection fees by others? Liao Xuebing sat down with his legs crossed and said, "Actually, you have a challenging job to do, and the reward is also very high."

When Zhou An heard that "the reward was also very high", he thought that it would be worth it to let ten strong men storm a hundred times. He immediately asked with a smile: "What kind of challenging job is it?"

"Be the principal's dance teacher."

"What? I know nothing about dancing and I am also a teacher to others. If it doesn't work, I'd better go to the Nightingale Bar to deliver wine to the guests." Zhou An shook his head repeatedly. If it was dirty, heavy, and tiring, it would be hard to say.

"It's not that you teach immediately. You can learn first, learn later and start work. Let my students go to the bar to carry plates and wash dishes. It's too boring. Forget it, you can't achieve everything in one step. You should first practice confidence and courage. For life, do you know? For life! For life, to be able to open your eyes to see the bright sunshine and loved your relatives when you wake up! Look at yourself, your physical condition is pretty good, but you lack exercise. If you practice your body in the future, you will have more opportunities."

Teacher Liao's words are always so emotional, and Zhou An murmured: "Yes, for life."

"It's very simple. Turn on the TV and find a sports channel. What kind of slim programs, and you can watch it. I won't say much nonsense. The master leads you to the door. Practice depends on everyone. How much you practice depends on your own luck."

"Yes, the teacher is right. I will start practicing immediately after I go back and strive to be the prince of the new century and dance."

After the arrangement was made, Lao Liao called the manager Wang Yifu. The latter had a bruised nose, swollen face, shrank his head, nodded and bowed. Except for having no tail, it was no different from a pug. He looked at him with contempt: "Is there a clothing store on the island? Take me to see it."

Wang Yifu rubbed his dark circles: "Actually, there are many mid-to-high-end clothes in the hotel, but you naturally don't like Mr. Liao. There is a store full of clothes designed by Hash Dinner, the top Asian designer, and I'll take you to see them."

When we walked downstairs, several people were clamoring at the front desk. A very tall man shouted: "We have clearly booked thirty floors, why haven't the people inside moved out yet?"

Wang Yifu was sweating coldly and said to Liao Xuebing in a low voice: "Mr. Liao, I am really embarrassed. Because of my previous misunderstanding about you, I made a decision without authorization and promised to give them the 30th floor to them, but please rest assured, the general manager will solve it soon."

Liao Xuebing's potassium fertilizer group took a look and didn't know each other. Three or four very imposing guys were on the front desk, and twenty or thirty people sat on the sofa in the hall with their luggage waiting for the result. According to Bei Shixiang, they were from the Yintian Rudong Music MV film crew, but the film and television company that merged with Duofu Media made all employees' self-confidence expanding. They became so awesome. They had to live on the 30th floor? You must know that it was all my credit!

"Silly!" cursed and said to Wang Yifu: "Let's go, don't worry about them."

The clothing store is located 400 meters away. Although Lost Island is small, it has all the internal organs. It has everything except for the lack of government agencies, and it is like a modern small city. However, the island is owned by the Bei family, and the word Bei is hung on its chest and no one will say anything about you.

"Mr. Hash Dinner, why are you here too?" Wang Fu met a foreigner with a big beard and dressed in a weird way, and shouted in surprise: "I haven't seen you for a while."

It turns out that this is the so-called top Asian fashion designer Hash Dinner. It seems that the taste is not too high. He is surrounded by a torn scarf on a hot day. Do you think you are from the Middle East? Liao Xuebing glanced at the store. The front row mainly consists of various swimsuits, slits, navel-open styles, strap-open styles, and many more. There are only a small amount of gifts behind him, but in Lao Liao's eyes, they are very vulgar.

Hash Dinner's eyes lit up: "This gentleman is"

Wang Yifu quickly said, "Oh, he belongs to our boss."

Before he finished speaking, Hash. Die walked over quickly and pinched Lao Liao's arm and said, "You have a good figure, you definitely have a model figure, with wide shoulders and unique temperament." He took out a business card and handed it to him: "Sir, can I ask you to be my model? Your temperament of choosing one out of thousands will definitely perfectly interpret my work. Next week's Paris fashion conference will surprise everyone."

"Is that so? Old man?" Liao Xuebing scratched his head and said, "I am from the teaching materials of the Zhonghai Zhuque Car Store. I want to ask you to go to the car store to screw screws. Your fingers are very long and flexible, and you can definitely repair every motorcycle."

"Ah, sir, I don't think I'm suitable for that rough job." Hash Dinner pulled his hand back.
Chapter completed!