Chen Yang stood in front of a pile of fabric, picked up scissors, and after a moment's thought, he began to cut.
Nolan Qingxue's eyes suddenly brightened.
She could tell that Chen Yang's scissor skills were extremely professional, not inferior to those tailors who had been making clothes for decades.
Chen Yang cut swiftly as if flying. Within moments, he had chopped five different colored fabrics to pieces.
Nolan Qingxue and her employees were all dumbfounded.
When they made clothes, they also cut up some fabric, but it was just a little bit for decoration.
Who would do it like Chen Yang, shredding five entire bolts of fabric like a fabric crusher?
Unable to contain herself, Nolan Qingxue voiced out, "Mister Driver, if you really don't know how to make clothes, you might as well just stop now. Don't waste the fabric!"
These fabrics were all precious materials collected by Nolan Qingxue from all over the world, and were very expensive per bolt.
