Chapter 55 Chapter 55 I know you are less than three centimeters...



Chapter 55 Chapter 55 I know you are less than three centimeters...

The black Porsche would be parked downstairs of Kelly's company almost every other day.

The driver didn't know where Xin Tong's home was, and his young lady had assigned him a task to deliver the baby to Xin Tong, so he spent the whole day delivering the baby to Kelly.

After the ginseng, they gave away bird's nest. Then there were cordyceps, deer antlers, donkey-hide gelatin, and ganoderma. They were generous with their money, all high-end goods. They also gave away several large boxes of imported fruit, supplements, vitamins, and fish oil. They gave away everything, all the best.

Xin Tong enjoyed it happily.

She knew that this was the truth revealed in the stairwell last time, and the words "high fever", "coma" and "death" scared Wu Sifeng.

The child knows that he has done something wrong and tries to make amends.

Just make amends, it's a great improvement if you admit your mistakes. However, she never admitted on WeChat that it was she who gave it to her, and she said stubbornly and arrogantly that Xin Tong was being sentimental.

Then he came to deliver it the next day without fail.

There were too many things, boxes and boxes, and she couldn't finish them all by herself, so she divided it all among the company employees, and all employees in all departments got a share.

Everyone was overjoyed. Over time, several employees directly added the security guard downstairs to the WeChat group, and looked forward to asking the security guard all day long whether anyone would come to deliver anything today.

Xin Tong happened to pass by and took a glance. She saw that the WeChat group was called "Songbu Guanyin" and almost died of laughter.

*

Ever since she unexpectedly learned that Wu Sifeng was responsible for the skiing accident after watching Jiang Chongyan's performance that night, Xin Tong has had an inexplicable attitude towards He Tianqi.

She had always thought that it was He Tianqi who did it.

The despair of being buried in the snow and almost suffocating on Asahidake, and the pain of having a high fever and falling asleep in the small hospital at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, made her unable to help but feel deep fear and terror towards him.

It's normal for two people to fight over the family property and to secretly sabotage each other's favor.

But she never expected that He Tianqi would risk his life.

If he really did such a cruel and despicable thing to kill Xin Tong, he must be a person with extremely deep and vicious intentions.

——After learning the truth, Xin Tong felt relieved.

Fortunately, he hasn't gone so far as to become obsessed.

He Chuan wouldn't let her move out, so she had no choice but to continue living at home. Forced to live under the same roof with He Tianqi, she naturally wanted to minimize the danger. It seemed she had panicked too much. The boy wasn't that bad, just a bit gloomy and contemptuous, viewing her as a competitor, not going so far as to kill her.

Xin Tong even reflected on herself for a few seconds, wondering if she had a deep stereotype of him and thought too badly of him.

However, although he relaxed his suspicion of He Tianqi, Xin Tong still maintained basic vigilance.

Although she lives at home, she keeps her room locked and the key close to her. She only keeps important items in her room and rarely leaves her room unless she has something to do.

She was very busy during this period and rarely went home. She basically lived in her personal studio and had no chance to meet He Tianqi.

*

That night, when I went to see Jiang Chongyan dance, in addition to learning the truth about the skiing accident, I also gained another major benefit.

She was deeply impressed by Jiang Chongyan's performance.

At that time, Xin Tong was watching the show in the audience, her mind wandering.

Suddenly, inspiration struck and a spark appeared in my mind.

After returning, she began to consciously or unconsciously collect inspiration about the concept of "lightness" in her life.

In the three weeks before going to Japan, Xin Tong intensively and extensively practiced all the process flows in a short period of time in order to complete the task assigned by Jiang Yuanbin.

She has personally experienced all positions, knows the basic market conditions of all fabric materials and costs, and is familiar with all common suit styles and can explain them in detail.

——So after those three weeks, she had made rapid progress and quickly completed a huge step forward.

In terms of her level, if she were to work in an ordinary small clothing company on the market, she would have already met the requirements.

But that’s not enough.

The biggest task now is to come up with the design direction of Kelly's new spring and summer collection next year.

Now that she has a general idea of ​​"lightness" in her mind, she needs to do market research and collect inspiration.

In the morning, she went to Jiang Yuanbin to learn the craft, and in the evening, she made clothes alone in her own studio. Every day, she buried herself in studying the Jiang family's thick customer information book, and began to pay attention to all the light decorations and craft designs in women's suits.

She has a more and more thorough understanding of what effect a certain pattern will produce and what cost a certain craft requires.

In the afternoon, she ran to the market in sneakers and a mask, occasionally chatting with the stall owners.

Xin Tong is quick-witted and good at communication. She can quickly get along with strangers and soon she was chatting enthusiastically with the stall owner.

Business owners complained about the recent economic downturn and the impact of the pandemic, which have made business difficult. The general public is leaning towards a more conservative, casual, and comfortable style. The previously stylish clothing is no longer selling, while the basics can't compete with the big fast-moving consumer goods brands, leaving them in a dilemma.

Some stalls also want to transform into brands, but they have no experience and lack the core brand culture, so they can only give up if they cannot make it.

She listened attentively, her hands busy, chatting with everyone, trying clothes from every store, investigating the market and gathering inspiration.

After a few days, my waist and legs were sore, but my little notebook was full of memories, and my ideas about the new season's theme direction and market status became clearer and clearer in my mind.

When I was busy, I received a message from Song Qingyun.

The person on the other end said that she had received an invitation to Kim's spring and summer collection show next year and asked Xin Tong if she wanted to go.

Xin Tong was stunned and her heart tightened.

Kim's big show has already begun?

Fashion weeks and shows are the bellwethers for major brands’ new season releases, representing the latest and most popular trends. They are also the main source of design direction for most brands, big or small, on the market.

The four major international fashion weeks and others in Japan, Hong Kong, etc. have basically ended in September, but some major brands will then release their spring and summer shows for next year.

It is far from enough to collect inspiration only from stalls and life.

Designers must keep up with current trends during the early research stage.

Kim is a very popular brand in the industry and has been gaining popularity in recent years.

Xin Tong had been following the show ever since she made her plans. She was eager to attend. It was the most common way to learn about the latest trends and gather inspiration.

Every year, Kim's own show sends special invitations to people from all walks of life. Tickets are not sold to the public; it's an invitation-only show with a very high threshold and a set circle.

It is reasonable that Song Qingyun received it.

However, Xin Tong has not received any news so far.

Her heart sank.

She had been abroad a few years ago, so naturally she couldn't receive any. But she returned home this year with such fanfare that everyone in Wucheng knew about it.

At this time, even Song Qingyun received an invitation letter. A biopharmaceutical company that had nothing to do with the Song family could receive one. This grand show invited capital and celebrities, but the daughter of the Morikawa Group, the leader in the clothing industry, was unexpectedly excluded.

——The reason seems self-evident.

Song Qingyun then realized that Xin Tong had not received it, and he fell silent for a moment. After a long while, he said:

"They're really too much. They treat people differently based on their taste."

There were practically no secrets between Song Qingyun and Xin Tong. She was always the first to know about all of Xin Tong's plans. So she knew Xin Tong really wanted to see the show.

Although Song Qingyun did not understand the clothing industry, he knew that watching a fashion show was an important social occasion between designers and people working in the industry. Such a large-scale event did not invite the daughter of the Morikawa Group, the industry's top company. This was a clear exclusion of Xin Tong.

Song Qingyun said without thinking,

"You can use my invitation."

"I don't want to watch this crappy show!"

"I thought you must have received it too. I came to find you so I could go with you."

"If you don't go, what's the point?"

Xin Tong was just a little disappointed at the beginning, but it wasn't strong, so she accepted it and it was nothing.

Instead, Song Qingyun was in an even worse mood and muttered softly.

"If you don't go, then I won't go either."

Xin Tong said with a smile, "You're helping me stand up for justice. So you love me so much?"

Even though he was being bullied, he was still smiling. Song Qingyun was angry, "You are so stupid!"

Xin Tong: "You are the stupid one!"

After the two of them cursed each other for a while, Xin Tong felt much better.

"It's okay. I don't have to go even if they didn't invite me."

Xin Tong is not trying to save face by saying this. The show is broadcast live every year, and the video is archived after the show, so it doesn't matter whether you go to the show or not.

However, this show would probably invite many celebrities. She figured Song Qingyun, who was always watching TV dramas and following the latest news in the entertainment industry, would definitely be interested in it. Since he could go, he should have a good time. After some consolation, he finally agreed.

*

Kim's spring and summer collection show next year has become the most popular topic in Wucheng recently.

Almost all the important people in the circle were invited.

Xin Tong occasionally sees some rich girls' accounts on social media, where they usually show off their bags and shoes. Recently, she has started going to beauty salons and buying clothes frequently, saying that she is preparing for her looks for the show.

Everyone yearns for glittering, dazzling occasions. Whether it's to follow the trend, to be cool, to have fun, or to socialize—there's always something to satisfy their needs. Being allowed in is a passport to recognition within a specific circle.

For a while, everyone was talking about Kim's show.

Xin Tong knew that she seemed to be the only one left behind.

When I came back from the company that day, I went shopping in the mall on the way and unexpectedly ran into someone I knew.

He is a rich second-generation, named Fu Zirui. I have met him before. His family also runs a clothing brand.

He is buying clothes.

I guess they're going to see the show. After all, this is the hottest thing in Wucheng's second-generation circle recently.

Xin Tong remembered him. He was a high-profile and domineering person. He changed girlfriends as easily as he changed clothes and was very extravagant. In recent years, he had also been trying to take over his family brand.

The two happened to meet in the store.

Fu Zirui didn't like Xin Tong in the first place. Most people in the industry didn't like her, but it was mostly men who disliked her.

Because she likes men.

The same thing is not a big deal if it happens to a man, but if it happens to a woman, it is enough to make her be criticized. Men want to turn innocent girls into sluts, but they hate sluts the most.

Fu Zirui looked her up and down and said sarcastically:

"Hasn't he always been the most high-profile? Why have you been hiding at home lately?"

"He's a loser. He came back to fight for the family fortune and made a big scene that everyone knows about. But he doesn't have the ability to take over the mess. I'm afraid he knew it would be difficult so he just gave up."

Xin Tong originally came to visit the brand counters in the mall to see the latest styles and production processes.

She was too lazy to pay attention to the man. She turned her back to him and looked at the clothes hanging on the iron rack, carefully touching the fabric with her fingers.

Unexpectedly, even if she ignored him, he would still press on, "Your reputation is so bad, and you still dare to hang out here. I advise you to go out less, lest others run into you, it would bring bad luck."

Xin Tong slowly put down the clothes in her hands.

Suddenly he said casually:

"Instead of worrying about me so much, you should worry about whether your impotence has been cured."

Xin Tong just said it casually.

Because she often uses this to scold people.

But unexpectedly, the other party's face turned pale, with fear and disgust in his eyes.

"You, where did you hear that?!"

Xin Tong raised an eyebrow. Oh, there's an unexpected gain?

But it makes sense. The less capable a man is, the more extravagant he is. This is how they seek psychological comfort for themselves.

Xin Tong looked at him calmly.

"Not only do I know you're impotent, I also know yours is less than three centimeters long, yet you always force women to say you're big."

"Just tell me if it's true or not."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Zirui's face turned pale, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at her as if he were a ghost.

——It seems like I guessed it right again.

Xin Tong crossed her arms, a mocking smile on her lips, and watched his back as he was furious but couldn't vent his anger and could only hold his breath and walk away.

She guessed it right. She knew this kind of man too well.

This guy is also a good story in the world of impotent men.

Xin Tong returned to the company and began to study the videos of the four major fashion weeks that had just ended.

I gained a lot after reading it and did a lot of information sorting.

As she watched, she suddenly had a new idea.

Now that her skills have advanced, she can now appreciate any piece of clothing with a certain level of understanding. She knows these inspirations are too high-brow, too ethereal, too heavenly. She's not working on a luxury brand; she's making women's clothing with a per-customer price of 400 yuan.

Wait, the average order value is 400 yuan...

A white line suddenly flashed through her mind.

Fashion week is too high-end and the shows are too pretentious, so she wants to go to the most down-to-earth places to find fashion trends.

——Xin Tong wore sneakers and carried a big bag, heading straight to the factory.

When it comes to new styles and the latest trends, the factory is the place to be! Here, all the new clothes that will be released in the next season are available. You can get them firsthand and analyze the fabrics, workmanship, craftsmanship details and patterns.

As expected, once she arrived, it was like discovering a new world. Xin Tong spent several days immersed in it, looking at all the new season clothes on the market, and her ideas began to take shape in her mind.

*

During the days when Xin Tong was obsessed with running around the factory, the much-anticipated Kim show had already begun.

Big show night.

In the corner, a tall man stood alone. His blond hair was almost transparent under the light, and his exquisitely tailored cuffs wrapped around his wrists. He held a glass of champagne in his hand, shaking it lightly.

Jiang Chongyan turned his slender fingers, and the small invitation letter rotated between his fingers.

This dark red invitation was delivered a week ago.

This is the treatment that the Jiang family deserves as the leading brand of high-end suits.

This invitation letter is for Jiang Chongyan, the heir of Jiang's suit business.

If Kim could invite Wucheng's most mysterious second-generation who never appears in public and never shows his face, he would have the biggest and most popular publicity focus.

When he received the invitation, he just glanced at it and threw it aside without any interest.

However, there was more and more news and promotion about Kim's show. People from all walks of life in Wucheng were discussing this show, and everyone said that all relevant people in the circle were invited to attend.

all?

Will everyone go?

...What does it have to do with him?

Jiang Chongyan left the invitation letter on the table for three days without caring.

From the fourth day on, I started standing in front of the closet to put clothes together.

Starting from the sixth day, I bought three new sets of clothes and tried them on repeatedly.

On the seventh day, I went to the barber shop to re-dyed my hair roots.

Finally, on the day of the show, I went to the styling studio to do my hair and makeup, stood in front of the mirror for a long time, and finally picked up the invitation and drove to the show.

There is no name on the invitation letter, anyone with an invitation can enter.

In addition to business people, the show also invited celebrities from the entertainment industry and influencers such as KOLs and bloggers. He signed at the door as the street dancer Aiden.

After putting down the pen, he paused and looked at the signature book for a long time.

Not found.

He lowered his eyelashes and walked in.

As soon as I entered, my eyes unconsciously searched for something in the crowd.

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