The guests had communicated with Chen Qing before their arrival, as Chen Qing needed to help with some procedures. However, Chen Qing was somewhat surprised to see them arrive as promised. He greeted Xiao He and said, "You see, the advantage of being thick-skinned is that you lose face at first, but later we can make money off them!"

She sent out so many invitations that a large number of people were bound to laugh at her.

But so what? As long as people are willing to come and talk about her brand with their friends, as long as people are interested in buying and can make money for the country, her invitations are not without purpose.

Yang Yihe's eyes lit up.

That seems to be true!

Chen Qing patted her on the shoulder: "After this is over, I'll try to connect you with those editors-in-chief. Try your best to get along with them."

"good!"

The two chatted for a few minutes before getting back to work.

After arriving at the venue, the guests observed the setup. Many of them couldn't understand the details, but they felt it was elegant and luxurious.

From the dome of the show venue to the ivory-white catwalk and the velvet seats in the guest area, everything was exquisite, leaving no room for criticism even for those who have seen grand occasions.

Isabella and renowned editor-in-chief Blair, both fashion figures, were seated at the corner of the runway. They discussed whether Chen Qing's actions would be targeted by the Romantic Kingdom.

"Let's look at the influence of Ms. Chen's clothing. The standards in the Romantic Kingdom are strict, but China has a rich history. As long as you are willing to invest and the clothes are good, you might be able to compete."

"Yes, I happen to be attending a banquet soon. If I find any suitable clothes later, I can buy one or two."

Isabella has a good impression of Chen Qing. If Chen Qing can rise to prominence, she doesn't mind being a good person. However, if the outcome is not ideal, she is powerless to help.

Everyone shared her thoughts. If things went well, they were willing to give her some face. For everyone present, tens of thousands of yuan was nothing. The question was whether Chen Qing was worth investing in.

Adding flowers to brocade is acceptable.

Offering help when someone is in dire need is not an option!

Inside the guest area, whispers never ceased. Marcus, standing next to a fashion merchant from the Romantic Country, held a glass of champagne and spoke with utter disdain: "It's just taking advantage of the Canton Fair to join the fun. What decent fashion can Eastern fabrics and tailoring possibly produce?"

The consul from the Pirate Kingdom's embassy nodded in agreement, his fingertips casually tracing the cloud-patterned embroidery on the chair: "I want to see if the so-called Chinese elements are still stuck in the old ways of frog buttons and cheongsams."

Marcus listened to the people around him belittling Chen Qing, but did not step in to stop them. Instead, he began to chime in: "Chinese fashion? It probably can't even compare to the ready-made clothing stores on the streets of your Romantic Country."

"Hahahaha..."

The three laughed loudly, clinked their champagne glasses, and their eyes were full of disdain.

Yang Weibin also knew Marcus and thought Chen Qing and Marcus had a good relationship, but now it seems they were just so-so.

That makes sense, businessmen don't really have any feelings.

At this moment, belittling Chen Qing can win the favor of colleagues and help make new friends, thus opening up more avenues for the future. Why not do it?

Yang Weibin followed suit.

By stepping on Chen Qing, he obtained the business cards of a group of people.

It was worth all the effort he put into getting into the show!

Such a social venue is a rare find!

The murmurs at the scene weren't loud, but they reached the ears of the staff guarding the entrance to the show. Everyone was indignant but helpless. Yang Yihe, hiding in the shadows, had reddened eyes and couldn't help but clench her fists!

Chen Qing gently patted her shoulder: "It's about to start."

Yang Yihe quickly adjusted her expression: "Okay."

Chen Qing laughed and said, "Don't be upset, this is normal. They are using me now, and I will use them in the future. It's fair. One day, as long as we have common interests, we can be 'best friends' with them. But you must remember that there are no friends in the face of interests."

Yang Yihe looked up and stared at her blankly.

Chen Qing put his arm around her shoulder and turned to walk back.

This group of people are cursing at her today.

She will publish an ad in the newspaper the next day to tell everyone that she and the guests at the event are good friends!

Look at this network of connections, it's unbeatable!

Yang Yihe felt the energy emanating from her aunt, and her eyes stung with tears. "I understand. I will try my best to stay calm in the future."

"Okay, I believe you can do it!" Chen Qing said gently, patted her shoulder again, and then went back to his work.

Ten minutes before the show started, staff members quietly reminded the guests to take their seats as soon as possible, but the lights remained bright.

Chen Qing looked at his watch backstage. When the time came, the lights suddenly dimmed!

The guests knew the show was about to begin, so only the safety indicator lights and the show runway lights remained on.

Everyone immediately fell silent, their attention focused on the runway.

When the first note of the cello mingled with the clear, crisp sound of the guzheng, the clamor of the entire hall suddenly subsided.

The spotlight suddenly shone at the end of the runway.

The first model to walk in high heels made all the guests very excited.

She wore a moon-white floor-length gown, the body of which was made of layers of lace, and as the skirt swayed, gold thread water ripples embroidered on the inside of the hem could be seen.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a gold and kingfisher feather hairpin, and pearl earrings dangled from her earlobes.

Her bare shoulders have smooth and bold lines, and her eyes are bright and confident without any attempt to hide it. Yet, when she nods, she reveals the gentle curve unique to Eastern women.

This is Chen Qing's work!

Regardless, with all her customers being foreigners, she didn't want elaborate Chinese-style buttons and cheongsam collars; she simply wanted to blend the essence of Chinese culture into Western silhouettes!

Next up was a smoky pink tulle gown that was instantly captivating, exuding a romantic and beautiful aura. The dress was made of three layers of gradient smoky pink georgette, so light it seemed as if it were shrouded in a cloud of mist. The hem was embroidered with willow catkins fluttering in the sky using silver threads as fine as hair.

The neckline is a retro square neck, edged with a circle of tiny pearls, and two long, thin ribbons of gauze hang from the shoulders, fluttering like butterfly wings when walking.

The model's hair was styled into a gentle, flowing bun, adorned with a pink crystal peach blossom hairpin. Her eyes were tinged with a soft pink, and a gentle smile played on her lips. With each step, she seemed to have stepped out of the misty rain of Jiangnan.

The Romantic Chinese Clothing Store owner, who had just criticized Chinese clothing, subconsciously praised, "So beautiful."

Not only him, but Isabella was also shocked that Chen Qing could create such beautiful clothes, which made her eager to try them out.

The magazine editor-in-chief next to her was constantly taking notes. She had only come to the appointment to see the capabilities of the person behind the rising sportswear industry, but she did not expect to be given such a big surprise on the spot!

Marcus's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze filled with shrewd calculation, from the clothes on the runway to assessing Chen Qing's personal worth. (End of Chapter)