Chapter 1283 The widowed mother who worries too much (4)

"Then what do you want me to do to make you believe me?" Mo Li grabbed his own red hair anxiously.

"Whether I believe you or not isn't the most important thing. Haven't you noticed that I'm already in my forties? Although some models can indeed walk the runway into their eighties or nineties, I'm just an ordinary person. I've never been involved in any fashion industry before and I'm still a street vendor. What exactly is the theme of your show? A special show for middle-aged and elderly people?" Zheng Shichu asked in confusion.

"Pooh! What special show for middle-aged and elderly people? Don't talk nonsense! The age of the model I want is not the most important. What's important is the unique temperament that can fully set off the beauty of my clothes and make people amazed at first sight. I see that you are tall and thin, with a cold face, but when you look at people, you have a clear and penetrating look in your eyes...but you also have a very contradictory temperament, free and easy? Tolerant? Confident? Graceful? Leisurely? I don't know why I can see these from you, but anyway, you can easily attract people's attention..." When Mo Li said the latter part, he almost didn't know what he was saying, but that's how he felt.

Zheng Shichu was very surprised, because these qualities he mentioned, such as free and easy, tolerant, and leisurely, were they cultivated after she had been the wife of the prime minister for more than ten years in her previous life? She had lived a happy and wealthy life, so how could she not be free and easy and tolerant?

She has only been in this life for a short time, and her style of doing things still involuntarily bears the mark of her previous life. Mo Li could actually see it. He is so perceptive. No wonder she can make it in the fashion circle.

"You mean your show doesn't just need young models, as long as they have unique temperament?" Zheng Shichu asked.

Mo Li shook his head and said, "You also need to have good taste. The clothes you are wearing now are simple but well matched. They match your figure and temperament, and they also add some charm to you."

Zheng Shichu looked at her white shirt and jeans. No matter how she looked at them, she couldn't see anything special about them. Isn't this the most common outfit on the street? Simple, comfortable and cheap, both men and women can wear it.

Didn't expect that I have a talent for fashion matching? Zheng Shichu felt a little complacent when he thought of this.

"Although I'm happy that you praise me for my ability to dress, I still don't quite believe that you're not a liar." Although Zheng Shichu was happy for a while, he was not overwhelmed by Mo Li's praise.

Mo Li sighed. He didn't expect that he would have to prove his identity to others. He searched his name on his mobile phone, clicked on a few news reports about himself, and handed them to Zheng Shichu to read.

Although it made him blush to show others articles praising himself, it was the fastest way to prove that he was not a liar.

Zheng Shichu read the article he found and discovered that the man dressed like a non-mainstream Shamatte was actually a famous fashion designer. He had held several popular fashion shows abroad and was hailed as a new generation of fashion design master.

Zheng Shichu searched for several other reports and found that there were photos of Mo Li in all of them. Although Mo Li in the photos had black hair instead of red hair, his face was the same, which meant that he did not impersonate someone else.

"Okay, I believe you're a fashion designer." Zheng Shichu returned the phone to him. "What's the theme of your fashion show this time? Am I really suitable for it?"

"The theme is 'Different Fireworks', which is to show the various kinds of beauty of women: elegant, lively, sexy, quiet, cool, unruly... So the models I look for must have unique personalities and be able to show these characteristics. Then you will fit the theme of this fashion show." When Mo Li talked about his profession, he immediately became eloquent and told Zheng Shichu the concept of his fashion show.

When he finally stopped, Zheng Shichu immediately took the opportunity to ask a question that had been troubling her: "As far as I know, aren't the themes of fashion shows divided into very detailed categories, focusing on only one aspect? For example, focusing only on the fairy-like, simple, or gorgeous, each of which is just one focus. But you're going to have all kinds of features this time, so don't you have to take too many factors into consideration? Wouldn't it be confusing and disorganized?"

When Mo Li heard her words, he immediately looked at her with new eyes and said, "I thought you just had a unique temperament, but I didn't expect you to have some knowledge. Yes, most designers nowadays want to reduce the theme to the smallest and most specific factor when they hold a show, so that they can better express their own ideas... But I am not an ordinary designer. I like challenges the most. Others are eager to avoid complex factors, but I do the opposite and face challenges head-on."

When Zheng Shichu saw his confident look, he thought that it was no wonder that the media called him the most unruly and rebellious designer. He just liked not to do things according to common sense.

"Aren't you afraid of failure? It will be difficult to climb back up after failing once." Zheng Shichu asked sincerely.

"If I fail, I fail. Anyway, I am a designer because I like designing clothes. I don't care much about other people's opinions. If I mess up this time, the worst that can happen is that I will go home and become a rich kid and let my dad support me..." Mo Li said nonchalantly, very cool.

After hearing what he said, Zheng Shichu admitted that she was jealous. It would be nice to have someone to back you up, but unfortunately she didn't have that blessing.

"Tsk tsk, it's a good thing you said this in front of me. If you said it in front of your colleagues, you might be dragged into an alley and beaten up one day." Zheng Shichu said rudely.

"I've said this in front of my peers. No one has ever beaten me up, hehe." Mo Li said this with a smug look on his face. In the end, he reminded her, "So do you agree to be my model?"

"Okay! Since you dare to invite me, then I dare to agree." Zheng Shichu said very happily this time, "You have money, right? I won't work for nothing."

"Yes, yes! Do you think I would be short of this little money from you?" Mo Li rolled his eyes.

"That's hard to say. Isn't there a saying that the richer a person is, the stingier he is?" Zheng Shichu said seriously.

Mo Li was choked by her words, and an indescribable expression appeared on his face, "I promise I won't owe you money for the fashion show, okay? Do you want me to give you a deposit first?"

"You can pay me if you want." Zheng Shichu nodded, "But I don't know the market for models, so I don't know how much I should charge you. How about I check it out when I get back?"

Mo Li said helplessly: "Okay, give me your contact information. Are you free tomorrow? Time is tight, I need to hurry up and train you. Although this show focuses on the characteristics of the model, you still need to know the basic catwalk steps."

Zheng Shichu then exchanged contact information with him.

(End of this chapter)