When Xie Simeng saw his father ask, he told his parents about the matter on the train.

"Scola? Could it be that fashion master Scola?" The woman obviously paid more attention to fashion. After hearing this, Xie Simeng's mother couldn't help but look surprised and suspicious.

"What fashion master? Have you heard of Scola's name?" Xie Zuohe asked with a frown.

"I really don't know how you lived in Italy over the years. Don't you know about Scola. You always know about Guqi Group?" Xie Simeng's mother gave Xie Zuohe anger and looked at him. Obviously, she was very dissatisfied with him not even knowing Scola.

"Of course I know that Guqi Group is a world-class luxury brand, but what does this have to do with Scola?" Italy is a world-famous fashion country. Although Xie Zuohe is a chef, when he is still well-known for Guqi Group's reputation, he asked in greater confusion when he heard this.

"Scola is the fashion director of Guqi Group and an international fashion master." Xie Simeng's mother replied.

"What?" Xie Zuohe heard that Scola was the fashion director of the famous Guqi Group. He was shocked at first, and then immediately shook his head and said, "What are you thinking about? Xiao Xia is just a young man who travels to Italy. How could he know the Scola you mentioned?"

"That's true. There are many people in Italy called Scola." Xie Simeng's mother was poured with cold water by Xie Zuohe, and her heart immediately became cold. She nodded and smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry about Scola or Bakra's first, let's think about what to do first, right? You can't ignore Brother Xia, right?" Xie Simeng couldn't help but say anxiously when he saw his parents worrying about Scola's problems.

"Of course you have to take care of it, but it's difficult. Ricardo and your dad had a bit of a holiday. Now if your dad intervenes, it will definitely make things more complicated. Now I can only hope that Brother Xia, who you brought back, can be smarter and stop angering the people in the police station. No matter what, this place is also someone else's territory." Xie Simeng's mother shook her head and sighed.

"I think it's hard. Xiao Xia should be a person with a certain status in China, so I don't know how to calm down when I go abroad. I think I will definitely suffer a little this time." Xie Zuohe shook his head and said.

"What should I do? Doesn't Florence have our Consulate General? Why don't they ask them to come forward?" Xie Simeng said more and more anxiously.

"Silly son, this may make things more complicated. Let dad think about it first." Xie Zuohe couldn't help but touch his head and said, seeing that his son looked very similar to his youthful temperament.

Speaking of which, he had a bond with Cardo there because he saw a Chinese man being treated unfairly and forcibly stood up when he was working in Florence, which made him offend Ricardo. At that time, he was forced to pressure the public and was punished for that matter. However, he did not expect that after many years, Ricardo was transferred to La Spezia and set his sights on him.

Xie Zuohe's speech had just fallen, and a yellow Ferrari sports car parked at the restaurant entrance. A very well-dressed Italian old man with a gentleman and noble temperament and a tall bodyguard wearing sunglasses and looking cool.

That old man is naturally Scolla

"He, he seems to be Scola." As a master of fashion, Scola has not rarely appeared in fashion magazines, and Xie Simeng's mother is obviously very concerned about these fashion magazines as a woman. When she saw Scola get out of the car and sees him look like the Italian fashion master she saw in the magazine, she was so surprised that her eyes almost fell off, pointing at Scola and speaking in a difficult manner.

"What did you say to Scola?" Xie Zuohe said angrily at first, then seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked outside like a ghost, and said with his tongue: "You, what do you mean is, this is the one who walks here, what is Guqi Fashion Director Scola?"

"Yeah," Xie Simeng's mother lit her head vigorously, and she couldn't even speak.

God, if all this is true, then wouldn’t it mean that the young man who had an international private clothing design master just now? Doesn’t it also mean that his son will have a clothing designed and made by an international fashion master? Oh my God, if this is true, wouldn’t the clothes my son wear in the future be more valuable than our restaurant?

Seeing that his wife was so excited that she couldn't even speak, she only nodded, Xie Zuohe knew that she had guessed correctly, and she couldn't help but be excited and nervous.

Although he doesn't pay attention to things in the fashion industry, he has never eaten pork or seen pig runs, and he still knows the weight of international fashion masters.

Xie Zuo and his family were excited and nervous. Scora smiled and walked in with a hint of humility in her smile and asked, "Is this a restaurant run by Mr. Xie Simeng and Xie?"

"Yes, yes, I am Xie Simeng's father, this is my son Xie Simeng." Xie Zuohe said hurriedly

"Ah, it turns out that you are Boss Xie, Xunhui. I am Scola, the fashion director of Guqi Group. This is my business card." Scola heard that the man in the chef's robe in front of him was Xie Simeng's father, so he hurriedly shook hands and handed over the business card with both hands.

If Scola hadn't seen her driving a Ferrari sports car, she was very stylish. If her wife hadn't recognized Scola from her appearance, Xie Zuohe wouldn't believe that the old man in front of her with an unusually enthusiastic and humble attitude was actually a famous international fashion master.

"Thank you, thank you, is Mr. Scola here to have a meal?" Xie Zuohe hurriedly took the business card, then suppressed the excitement and tension in his heart, and asked.

"Yes. This time, as Mr. Xia's instructions, I was not only here to design a few clothes for the noble son, but Boss Xie's family, but I just wanted to taste Boss Xie's skills." Scola said.

Scola's words made Xie Simeng's mother almost fainted after hearing it

God, the design director of Guqi Group actually wants to design clothing for our family. This is not a dream.

"Oh, by the way, did Mr. Xia come here just now? Is he leaving now?" When Xie Simeng's mother was so excited that she almost fainted, Scola looked around and asked in a humble manner.

"Ah, you said little...hehe...hehe, Mr. Xia, this matter is troublesome now. I'm just looking for someone to help." Scola mentioned Xia Yunjie. Xie Zuohe then remembered that he had forgotten the most important thing. He couldn't help but pat his head and said, but now that he said this, Xie Zuohe is not as nervous and worried as before.

Since even the fashion director of the Italian Guqi Group is Xia Yunjie's personal fashion designer, Xie Zuohe naturally does not worry about Xia Yunjie's plight.

"Trouble? What's going on?" Scolla immediately frowned and asked.
Chapter completed!