After leaving a word of advice, the other party stepped on the gas and started the car, driving on the wide city road.

Soon, the taxi stopped in a quaint, quiet alleyway amidst the bustling city.

A courtyard with a plaque bearing the name "Ruijinxiang" is located here.

Although the courtyard is not large, it exudes the depth and confidence of a century-old business.

In Kyoto's urban area, where land is incredibly valuable, the rent for a shop like this can be over 70,000 to 80,000 yen a month.

Led by Mo Zixue, Wang Yueheng followed her into the store.

The air inside was filled with a faint scent of fabric and sandalwood.

"Miss Mo is here? And who is this?"

A tailor dressed in traditional attire, wearing reading glasses, was carefully ironing a finished Zhongshan suit.

Upon seeing Mo Zixue enter, the old master clearly recognized her and greeted her with a smile.

The old craftsman's gaze then fell on Wang Yueheng, who was still wearing sunglasses and a mask.

"Master Chen, this is my... good friend Wang Yueheng. I would like to trouble you to urgently customize a set of performance costumes."

"I need to wear this for the performance the day after tomorrow; it's a very formal and important occasion."

Mo Zixue spoke politely.

After all, the performance details are still in the confidential stage, and cannot be directly disclosed to the tailor.

Just as Mo Zixue was speaking, Wang Yueheng had already taken off his mask, curiously exploring the layout of this private custom tailor shop.

Previously, he had only seen such places frequented by the powerful and wealthy in movies and TV dramas.

"Wang Yueheng?"

"Oh! It's that young man who sings so well! I've seen your shows! My kids are all your fans!"

"No problem, I'll add an extra order urgently. I'll stay up all night and make sure you can wear a well-fitting and smart suit tomorrow!"

Master Chen adjusted his reading glasses, carefully examined Wang Yueheng for a few moments, and then smiled knowingly.

As a bespoke tailor, he had seen many celebrities, so he wasn't too surprised by Wang Yueheng's arrival.

Based on his understanding of the Mo family, he could roughly guess what kind of environment the formal occasion that Mo Zixue mentioned that was inconvenient to disclose was.

"Come on, let me take your measurements first."

As he spoke, Master Chen put down his work and took Zhang Heng's measurements first.

"Hmm, Mr. Wang, your physique is truly a perfect stage clothes hanger, very suitable for a Neapolitan suit."

"We'll leave a few centimeters of room for movement in the shoulder area, so you can still move freely when waving the microphone on stage..."

"Considering your skin tone and hairstyle, I recommend choosing a deep sea blue fabric..."

Tailor Master Chen took Wang Yueheng's measurements with a soft measuring tape while discussing the style and fabric of the dress with him.

"Master, just do as you see fit. As long as you dress appropriately for the performance, it's fine."

Faced with the other party's eloquent explanation, Wang Yueheng said with admiration.

Ultimately, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

Although he has some knowledge of clothing matching thanks to skills such as "domineering aesthetics".

But compared to this experienced old tailor, he was like a small fry compared to a big fish.

Moreover, the points mentioned by the other party also aligned with Wang Yueheng's own thoughts.

I simply entrusted everything to the other party to take care of.

"Master Chen, is the suit I ordered last week ready? I'm coming to pick it up... Huh?"

As the shop door opened again, a middle-aged man of medium height, wearing a fisherman's hat and with silver-gray hair walked in and spoke in somewhat broken Mandarin.

A young woman who appeared to be his assistant was also with him.

Upon seeing someone in the room, the woman instinctively stepped in front of the middle-aged man.

They seemed afraid that the middle-aged man would be bumped into or disturbed by strangers.

"Yue Heng? It really is you! What a coincidence!"

The middle-aged man was speaking when his gaze suddenly fixed on Wang Yueheng, who was taking measurements.

His face showed an expression of extreme surprise and joy.