Pei Qinghuan followed the man obediently, thinking to himself: Could it be that Mr. Gu knows the staff of this exhibition?

"Does Mr. Gu work here?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead when he thought of what Mr. Gu had told him. “No, I’m Mr. Gu… Mr. Gu’s friend.”

How capable is he to let Mr. Gu work here?

Pei Qinghuan nodded obediently.

It seems that Mr. Gu has a lot of connections and can even help her get in through the back door.

"Miss Qing Huan, we're here."

Pei Qinghuan said to the man, "Thank you for leading the way. I'll ask Mr. Gu to treat you to a meal later."

The man was startled and waved his hands: "No, no, this is my job, go ahead."

Should he let Mr. Gu treat him to a meal? Or would it be more comfortable for him to serve Mr. Gu?

Pei Qinghuan was confused, but still went in obediently.

Chen Design, Li Design, Qiu Design...

Pei Qinghuan felt a little shocked. She saw many familiar faces that she could only see on the Internet.

She forgot to walk for a moment.

This exhibition is very large and there are many clothing designs.

She quickly came to her senses and admired each design.

"This is the new work of the newly-promoted elite designer Lu Da, Blue Rose!"

“So beautiful—”

"The young are truly formidable. Designer Lu has already become an internationally renowned designer at such a young age."

Pei Qinghuan walked over when he heard the sound, and when he saw the glittering skirt in the center, he forgot to walk for a moment.

"Bang--"

She quickly turned her head and saw a group of men glaring at her, with red wine on her shirt that she had accidentally bumped into.

"Can you look into my eyes?"

"That's right, this custom-made suit I'm wearing is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Can you afford to pay for it?"

One of the men whispered, "Hey, keep your voices down. What if she's a famous designer?"

The man on the right sneered: "Her? I don't even know her name, she's a stranger."

My friend flattered me, "Yes, Wu Da Design has been to many design exhibitions. If he's a famous designer, how could he not recognize him?"

"It's obvious this woman is a sneak in. She's definitely trying to hook a rich guy. We must not be fooled by Mr. Wu's plan."

"Yeah, I've seen this a lot. Women who only have beauty don't understand design."

The man known as Wu Dajie, with his belly bulging, raised his head somewhat proudly under the flattery of the crowd: "Don't say anything, I don't think this lady did it on purpose."

He looked at Pei Qinghuan's pretty face with a bit of obsession: "Miss, what's your name? Are you a new designer? Do you have a pass?"

Pei Qinghuan was silent for a moment, then replied, "My name is Liu Yueyue."

Wu Sheji lingered on Pei Qinghuan for a while and said, "Ms. Liu Yueyue, this is my business card. If you need anything, you can come and see me."

After saying this, he pretended to be profound and left with the other men.

After that, Mr. Wu, the designer, had been happily waiting for Miss Liu Yueyue to contact him, but he waited for several months and had no choice but to contact the person in charge of the exhibition. As a result, he searched for a long time but could not find the name of Liu Yueyue.

Of course, this is a later story.

Pei Qinghuan watched them leave. The joy he had felt when he first saw Designer Lu's Blue Rose was swept away, and he felt extremely depressed.

“It turns out that designers can also be two-faced.”

"But what's the reason to say that beautiful women don't understand design? Don't they have a talent for design?"

Pei Qinghuan walked silently to another design desk.

Along the way, Pei Qinghuan felt that his vision, which had been limited to the Internet, was suddenly broadened. Here, there were not only works of big designers, but also the creativity of small independent designers.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know. I've never seen it."

"Hello, may I ask your name?"

Pei Qinghuan was approached and after he gave his name truthfully, the people who were talking about him walked away.

"Sure enough, she's so beautiful, how could she be a famous designer? She must be here to hook up with a rich man."

"Yeah, if she was this beautiful she would have been famous long ago."

“I’ve never heard of the name.”

Pei Qinghuan sighed. She had wanted to discuss her work with the designers, but no one was willing to stop.

Well, she is not a famous designer.

"Hello, are you looking at Designer Lu's work? What do you think?"

Suddenly, a strange male voice was heard beside me.

Pei Qinghuan turned around and saw a man in a white shirt wearing a mask, with delicate eyebrows and a slender figure.

"Is this Lu's work? I think it's very artistic."

The man replied, “Really?”

“But I feel a sense of confinement.”

Pei Qinghuan frowned and looked at the "Blue Rose" not far away, not knowing why he had this feeling.

The man frowned.

Pei Qinghuan subconsciously said, "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong about Lu Da's design?"

The man shook his head: "It's okay."

He came here to seek other people's opinions, and he would humbly seek advice even if what others said was offensive.

Pei Qinghuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Right, I think it's because of the cuffs and waist. They feel too tight, a little beyond the range of an average woman. That's why I feel confined."

"But since it was designed by Lu Da, I think it should have some profound meaning."