Xu Yan's words are rough but true. It is always a better solution to hide in the city.
After putting on the necklace and earrings, cover them up slightly with a hat or clothes, and fewer people will notice.
However, the best way to maintain jewelry is to wear it less often, especially when traveling long distances, where bumps and sweat stains are inevitable.
Moreover, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be enough tools or ability to restore the jewelry to its original appearance after arriving at the destination.
Now that she knew what it was, Zhao Mei was even more curious about the arrangements for the fashion week.
"So, according to what you're saying, these aren't the most valuable. The most valuable items will arrive on a private jet, so how will they be arranged with the show pieces? How will the models be compared?"
Xu Yan was stuffing these treasures, which were worth more than her, back into her suitcase one by one. "Boss Qin showed me the designs back home, and we've already got the corresponding show models, but the model is still a problem."
Zhao Mei glanced at her and said, "Just stop thinking of bad ideas. Haicheng is a bit dry, but I can still walk a few steps in it. But Huacheng, you have to walk alone."
Xu Yan paused as she was packing her suitcase, and jokingly said, "How did you know I was planning on hitting on you again?"
Zhao Mei scoffed lightly: "As for your little tricks, your acting is too poor. Your eyebrows are drooping and the corners of your mouth are curled up. I'm not blind."
Xu Yan scratched her head. "Oh, I didn't expect you, Meili, to be so good at judging people. But choosing a model is a real hassle. When I was in China, I looked at a lot of model agencies' catalogs, but I wasn't very satisfied with any of them. I might have to take a look in Huacheng in the next couple of days."
Zhao Mei nodded. "If all else fails, we can simply rent a store in Huacheng City under the name of our studio and conduct an on-site interview. Although our brand isn't well-known enough, the offer is substantial. I believe as long as the money is in place, there's no question of it being a bad fit."
It was obvious that Zhao Mei's actions made Xu Yan laugh: "Come on, you really have too much money to spend. I know someone at a modeling agency, I can ask them to help me. If you really want to help me, why not wear the finale model and walk around."
Zhao Mei held her forehead helplessly: "Just take a break, don't think about it, there's no way we can do it. But you, why don't you go and clean up the place where you'll be working for the next while?"
Hearing this, Xu Yan slapped her forehead and remembered that she still had more than a dozen suitcases to pack. She instantly lost the mood to continue chatting. She told Zhao Mei that they would meet in the evening and rushed out of the door with the suitcase that was about to fly up, with Ke Zhi chasing closely behind her.
Zhao Mei didn't expect that her words would cause such a big reaction from Xu Yan. She walked out of the door in a swift and decisive manner, and looked at Qiu Jiahe in fear.
Qiu Jiahe, still recovering from the table full of jewels, waited until the room quieted down before asking, "Meili, do you think I have a chance with those jewels?"
Zhao Mei saw that she was distracted and didn't have the heart to hit her, but when buying things, the prices are clearly marked and you can't cheat.
"Well... the ones you see here will most likely go to auction, so you know."
Qiu Jiahe also understood the euphemism in Zhao Mei's words. Although he had guessed that the possibility of mass production was almost zero, he still felt it was a pity.
"It's okay, it's not a big deal. I'll ask my mom if she's interested, just in case."
Seeing that she didn't give up, Zhao Mei smiled and encouraged her.
"Back at Fashion Week, take a couple more photos of your mom and I'll send you a high-definition live stream of the show. There's hope."
After the two of them finished talking, they prepared to go and see how Xu Yan was preparing.
The place Joseph vacated for Xu Yan was on the first floor. It was originally a dance hall prepared by the previous owner for his daughter. The overall area was very impressive.
Moreover, there are three large stained glass windows on one side of the wall, which let in the gentle winter sunshine of Florence.
Xu Yan was extremely satisfied at first sight and quickly directed everyone to start tinkering with it.
When Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe went downstairs to see, the entire dance hall was filled with suitcases lying all over the place. In the middle was a huge folding table that was dug out from the basement, covered with various documents and manuscripts.
The most outrageous thing was that Xu Yan even bought a small whiteboard and carried it on his back.
Zhao Mei looked at the scene in front of her that perfectly replicated the scenery in her domestic studio and couldn't help but be amazed. At the same time, she was very concerned about the mental state of the airport security personnel.
There were seven or eight people busy running around in the dance studio, and it was obvious that no one had the time to take care of them.
Just as Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe were about to leave tactfully, they saw Xu Yan take out a folded card from her bag, unfold it, and slam it heavily on the whiteboard.
After confirming that it was glued properly, he turned around and started his speech.
"Ahem, sisters in our studio! Pay attention! Look behind me, we only have ten days left before the official exam! We absolutely cannot let our guard down! Every minute and every second of slacking off is disrespectful to our work! Go all out in preparation for Flower City Fashion Week!"
"The reason we're taking Flower City Fashion Week so seriously this time is because we're different from before. Before, you might have come here blindly just because your company wanted to show up, but this time! We have China behind us! We're the only Chinese brand invited! We have to fight for both face and pride! Let's work hard together! We can't let down everyone who has placed their hopes in us!"
Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe looked at someone who was giving a swearing-in speech with a frown on their faces. They were in the cold winter of Florence, but it seemed as if they had instantly returned to that hot summer. Even the content of the speech seemed to be cast in the same mold.
Seeing the studio staff also enthusiastically catering to their requests, the two looked at each other and shuddered at the same time, and hurriedly left the passionate scene, fearing that they would be brainwashed if they were a step late.
However, Xu Yan Studio's high-spirited state did not last long, because soon everyone quickly entered a mental state of impending sudden death.
There are a lot of things that need to be done, including but not limited to contacting models all night, revising designs, altering clothes, buying materials, negotiating venues, etc.
With so many events weighing on them, everyone looked like the walking dead, with dark circles under their eyes, as if they were hanging on by a thread thanks to Fashion Week.
Anyone who graduated from the university who saw the two top scorers, Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe, could only say that they felt inferior and had to admit defeat.
In order to prevent this atmosphere from interfering with her journey to Florence, Zhao Mei decisively pulled Qiu Jiahe away from the spotlight.
Finally, the two decided to go on vacation to Florence, a cape city farthest away from the Flower City, to give themselves a break from the chaotic environment.
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