Chapter 30 Chapter 30 People are more beautiful than flowers
Jiang Yuanbin looked at her quietly.
The old man had deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on the girl.
She stood before him, her posture erect, her expression calm, her gaze determined. Born into a wealthy family, the rumored lazy second-generation heir, she was clearly asking for a favor, yet she never humbled herself, fearless of anyone, bold in everything she did, and arrogantly and brazenly recounted to him her ambitions and grand plans.
She looked exactly like the girl I'd met in the park before, who'd said she wanted to meet Jiang Yuanbin. She was the same person, completely unchanged.
It's her personality.
An admirable character.
Jiang Yuanbin withdrew his gaze and picked up the teacup on the table.
“There is no exchange.”
"What's said, can't be taken back."
"If you haven't finished, please go back."
The old man spoke politely and in a gentle manner, but his words revealed a firmness and aloofness.
Xin Tong couldn't help but feel disappointed.
She wanted to say something more, but the old man interrupted her, "You finally came here, and all you want to talk to me about is this? Sit down and have a cup of tea with me."
Even if Xin Tong was stupid, she could hear the hidden meaning in the words. She closed her mouth, lowered her head, and sat down.
The nanny brought a cup of jasmine tea. It had a delicate and elegant fragrance, overflowing with the aroma of flowers.
Xin Tong stared at the tender green tea leaves in the teacup floating slowly with the water.
Suddenly remembering something, he raised his head abruptly.
"Mr. Jiang, you promised me something."
The young girl's eyes sparkled as if she had seized some great opportunity.
"You have to make me a fully customized set yourself."
"You haven't forgotten?"
"Keep your word, Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Yuanbin looked at her for a few seconds, then lowered his head and smiled.
Stand up happily.
"bring it on."
*
Xin Tong successfully entered Jiang Yuanbin's studio.
Four years ago, He Chuan took her to the Jiang's store in the main city. Now she was walking into Jiang Yuanbin's studio in the Jiang family's old house. He had stopped taking orders six years ago, and the studio had rarely been used in recent years, but it was still kept spotlessly clean.
Dark green walls and wooden display shelves. Sunlight streams in through the window lattices, illuminating the dark brown floor. A copper chandelier hangs in the center, its lines simple and clean, yet refined and designed. Tables, chairs, and shelves are all symmetrically arranged. The soft wool carpet features a geometric pattern with clean, square lines—a classic British Georgian style.
Xin Tong walked in slowly on the soft carpet.
An entire wall, filled with display cases of all sizes, is filled with a variety of clothing patterns, fabrics, and threads. The sun is shining brightly outside, and the air is filled with a warm scent, like a cotton quilt, fluffed and soft in the sun, tinged with a subtle, pungent odor, the scent of wet cotton being ironed at high temperatures—an odor that has stayed with the tailor throughout his life, a permanent olfactory memory of the tailor's studio.
Suits originated in the UK.
"Custom-made suits" originated in Savile Row, England.
This is a world-class example of menswear craftsmanship and a global mecca for custom menswear. Its clientele spans the globe, and numerous political celebrities and wealthy businessmen have become loyal customers of Savile Row's top-tier, fully bespoke tailoring.
The founder of Jiang's suits is Ms. Jiang Wang.
She studied abroad in the UK and later worked on Savile Row, becoming the only Chinese female apprentice at the time. A century earlier, this industry was dominated by men, with race, nationality, and gender as three major obstacles. She concealed her identity, immersed herself in her studies, and worked as a tailor on Savile Row for twenty years.
After returning to China, he opened Jiang's high-end suit tailoring shop in Wucheng. In the turbulent times, he became one of the first pioneers of custom-made suits in China.
The founder's years of studying abroad have ensured that Jiang's has maintained an authentic British style from the outset. This heritage, passed down from generation to generation, is complete and rich, with an attention to detail and a solid foundation, considering full customization the foundation of their business. Handcrafted, polished, meticulous, and timeless craftsmanship are the defining characteristics of Jiang's, ensuring its enduring success in the industry.
Jiang Yuanbin is the complete family heir.
He learned the family craft from a young age and took over the family business at the age of 30. He has a solid professional reputation, a high reputation, and is respected by everyone.
Xin Tong stood there, and Jiang Yuanbin held the measuring tool in his hand.
He looked extremely focused and serious while working, with skillful techniques, recording every bit of data in detail, even the angles at which his arms were lowered and raised, and the rhythm of his walking movements.
The room was quiet and silent, with sunlight shining in through the wooden window frames.
Xin Tong raised her head and gazed off to the right. Inside the glass cabinet were the custom materials and patterns for nearly every client since Jiang's shop opened. It was a thick stack, the oldest of which had been largely incinerated during the war, now stored with precious care.
The old tailor is too skilled and too serious.
He's old, coughing occasionally, his graying hair seeming transparent in the sunlight. But his hands are incredibly steady, his movements expertly executed, his fingers thick with calluses.
He has a strong sense of family inheritance and professional honor, and has made a living from this. He respects the gentlemanly spirit of meticulousness, elegance, and never being rude.
During the conversation, Jiang Yuanbin asked extremely detailed questions.
He asked questions from beginning to end, even asking about various details such as permanent residence, climate, living habits, job requirements, and whether business cards should be kept in pockets. Xin Tong's physical data from four years ago was still intact. Jiang Yuanbin reviewed and compared it, carefully analyzing the changes in weight and height, using this as a reference for subsequent production.
"I thought British suits were very fitted and tight."
Xin Tong studied fashion design in college and still vaguely remembered some theoretical knowledge about suits.
British style is slim and traditional, Italian style is comfortable and casual. She moved closer to Jiang Yuanbin who was recording data, stared at the pen in his hand with her furry head, and muttered curiously.
Jiang Yuanbin shook his head.
"That's a misunderstanding. Good clothes, even if they fit snugly, won't get stuck or restrict your movements."
"All designs should be determined in combination with your living habits."
"Clothes adapt to people."
“Clothing culture has developed over the years, and all civilizations ultimately come down to people themselves.”
Xin Tong supported his head, looking thoughtful.
*
When it was over, the phone suddenly rang.
Jiang Yuanbin said sorry with an apologetic look on his face, and Xin Tong quickly shook his head in fear.
Jiang Yuanbin went to the window to answer the phone.
Opposite him is Jiang Cheng.
As people get older, their hearing will inevitably deteriorate. If the volume of the mobile phone receiver is set to be quite loud, they will speak louder involuntarily.
Xin Tong was sitting on the sofa. Although she had no intention of eavesdropping, she could still hear everything clearly.
The person on the other end was asking something. His voice was steady, and he kept dropping the words "business," "garments," and "factory."
Jiang Yuanbin's voice suddenly turned cold.
"I've told you so many times that I won't agree to this."
"The Jiang family doesn't need reform."
"Factory-based high-end garment production is definitely not the path the Jiang family wants to take. Full customization is the family's hallmark."
The two of them were at odds with each other, their tone was about to turn into a confrontation, and their voices were getting louder and louder.
Amidst the quarrel, a helpless voice of a man came from the other side:
"Dad, you are so stubborn."
Jiang Yuanbin was extremely angry.
"We are tailors. This is our profession. If you like being a boss or a businessman so much, you shouldn't do it under the name of Jiang's!"
Jiang Cheng: "We are the bosses, the businessmen. We have already started the high-end clothing line a long time ago. Don't you understand? Don't treat factory production as a disaster. The times have really changed. We can only adapt to the development of the times, otherwise we will be eliminated sooner or later!"
After a long silence.
The old man finally sneered.
"I think the Jiang family is going to fall into the hands of you and your son. One of them wants to sell all the clothes, and the other one wants to leave the family and go out and do that dance!"
"You have no talent, and your brothers are average too. Jiang Chongyan is the most talented in the entire family, which is why I had high hopes for him since he was young, and brought him by my side to teach him personally. But, that kid insisted he didn't like it and insisted on dancing! After a big fight, he just left without a second thought, leaving the family at the age of 18. As the heir to the Jiang family, he hasn't spent a penny of the family's money in all these years!"
"He's got guts, he's got a lot of potential, he's become some kind of world champion, he's so proud of himself! What about the Jiang family? After all these years, I can't even find a decent successor!"
"The Jiang family has been passed down for a hundred years. If it were to end in my hands, how could I possibly face my ancestors and your grandmother?"
…
A fierce quarrel broke out between the father and son.
The phone call ended and they parted on bad terms.
The old man stood there tiredly.
He held onto the windowsill, lowered his head, and remained silent for a long time.
Xin Tong watched from afar.
His back now looked just like that day in the park.
He is a master and a leading figure in the industry, and has won countless honors in his life, but in fact, he is just a stubborn old man who is misunderstood by others and has spent his entire life guarding a small corner of his heart.
Jiang Yuanbin walked back and smiled apologetically at Xin Tong.
Finally, I packed up my things and asked Xin Tong to go back and wait for notification, and come back next time to confirm the details and try it on for the first time.
next time?
Xin Tong rolled her eyes and smiled shamelessly.
"Can I stay here and watch you do it?"
He glanced at her and Xin Tong immediately stood at attention.
During the apprenticeship period, the master craftsman will not teach in person, but will do it himself while the apprentice watches. This method is almost equivalent to teaching.
The old man looked at her giggling face, shook his head helplessly, and turned away.
"Girl, go back."
Xin Tong was not disappointed. She said directly, "I'll come again tomorrow," and left with a smile on her face.
*
Xin Tong hummed a song, in a good mood, and slowly walked out of the house gate.
The Jiang family estate occupies a vast area, with a stunningly beautiful garden outside. Autumn was in full bloom, and the garden was ablaze with color. At my feet lay a vast expanse of begonias, a vibrant array of colors, some vibrant red, others pure white. Fresh and elegant, they formed a vast expanse.
"Longing and bitter love..."
"Acacia grass."
"Heartbreak Flower."
The golden light of the setting sun shone on her face, and the fine hairs on the sides of her face were almost white and transparent.
Xin Tong slowly squatted down, lowered his eyes, and muttered to himself.
The flowers are fragrant and the garden is full of autumn.
She stood up slowly.
A thin figure stood before the flowers, frail in the wind. The suburbs were secluded, the horizon magnificent, the plains vast, the clouds indifferent. Her long white skirt rippled in the wind as she stood in the wind, among the flowers, in the autumn sun.
Free, leisurely, vast and vibrant.
“Woof——”
Suddenly, a cry was heard from not far away.
A big golden retriever spread its legs and ran straight towards Xin Tong, bumping its head against her legs. It stuck out its tongue around her legs and kept bumping her hands with its head, panting excitedly, as excited as if it had just met its owner.
Xin Tong was stunned.
Before I could react, my hand had already touched it as if it was a conditioned reflex.
She lowered her head and carefully identified it.
——It’s Coke.
Realizing something, she looked around unconsciously, and when she turned her gaze to the right, she saw Sprite.
It was excitedly catching butterflies among the aster flowers.
Xin Tong's heart skipped a beat and he raised his head as if sensing something.
The next second, Jiang Chongyan appeared in front of him.
The two looked at each other.
Jiang Chongyan wore a black headscarf.
From the forehead to the top of the head, it almost covers the entire head when viewed from the front. He has a small head and a narrow face, so any style is suitable for him. His neck-length blond hair falls to his shoulders, covering his forehead, making his sharp features stand out more.
A white jacket, blue jeans, and a small plaid square scarf tied at the waist button, hanging down.
He stood in layers of large, gorgeous flowers.
The surrounding garden is full of fragrance, birds singing and flowers blooming.
Not far away, his bicycle was parked at the door.
Two dogs were running happily at their feet, rubbing against their legs.
The two of them stood in the flowers at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, looking at each other from afar.
Four words suddenly popped up in Xin Tong's mind for no reason.
People are more beautiful than flowers.
Because of the distance, Xin Tong couldn't see his expression clearly.
All I know is that he didn't say anything.
Xin Tong approached.
As the distance between them gradually shortened, she realized that he looked very haggard.
When they looked at each other closely, she noticed that his eyes were dark blue and bloodshot. His eyes, which were always clear and bright, were now extremely tired.
It was at this moment of close observation that Xin Tong discovered that Jiang Chongyan had several moles on his left cheek.
One is right at the end of the eye.
Two on the cheeks.
One near the jawline.
A small, black spot. On his aggressive, sharp face, it looked like a deliberately added decoration, adding to his wildness.
Xin Tong stared at him blankly.
How come even moles look so interesting?
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