"That's it?" Qin Xiaoyu was initially a little disappointed, but then a sweet feeling slowly rose within her. He had traveled all the way to the Northeast to bring back a rattan chair she had once sat in; it was more than just leaving his heart with her.
"Isn't that enough? These words came from Alxe. Do you know what his catchphrase used to be? Everyone in the industry knows it: 'Let's part amicably.' There's no such thing as forever..."
"He said the same thing to me." Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but laugh.
"how do you say?"
"Get lost." Qin Xiaoyu said seriously with a straight face. Lin Yaofangfei was stunned for a moment, then clapped her hands and burst into laughter.
"No wonder you were able to subdue him; he was no match for you at all. If you had been born here, countless hearts would have been broken." Lin Yaofangfei seemed to have already noticed what made Qin Xiaoyu different.
"No, of all the waters in the world, I only want one. I'm different from him. I only want one to grow old with," Qin Xiaoyu said with a smile, leaving Lin Yaofangfei confused again.
Qin Xiaoyu couldn't sleep in a different place, so she started chatting with Lin Yaofangfei. Anyway, that girl was also a chatterbox. But now it wasn't about interrogating A Lei's past love affairs, but about understanding the local customs and market.
The two hit it off more and more as they talked, and the more Lin Yaofangfei learned about Qin Xiaoyu, the more amazed she became.
"We will cooperate without any problems."
Lin Yaofangfei's influence is undeniable; the venue was packed, and all the important figures who could attend were there.
Because it was a charity fundraiser, the turnout was even greater than usual. Qin Xiaoyu was surprised to find that Linda was also there.
She wore a pearl-studded dress, her hair was styled in a high bun, and she wore a small pearl crown, which made her look even taller. She walked past without looking to the side, not even glancing at A Lei.
This one action betrayed her; whether she cared or not, why pretend not to see it?
Qin Xiaoyu and A Lei sat in the front row, leaving everything in the back to Master Liang and the others; she trusted them completely. Her eldest sister, third sister, and Madam Fang sat not far away opposite them.
The last time Qin Xiaoyu was in Shanghai, she watched the performance backstage.
This time, the perspective was different, and the audience was different too. She sat in the audience, surrounded by stylishly dressed socialites and gentlemen. They came to the fashion show, and of course, they all had the idea of outshining everyone else, so they put a lot of effort into their attire.
This is a fashion war. In the blink of an eye, swords have been drawn and three hundred rounds have been fought. Some have already been killed and are covered in wounds.
Before three minutes had even passed, the outcome was already decided.
The opening piece was Jie Wei's winter collection. His designs still can't escape the Japanese style, which isn't surprising, as the entire Southeast Asia is currently following Japanese trends and emphasizing that style. Calling it homage is a euphemism; frankly, it's just copying or plagiarizing.
Just like those well-known pop songs from back then, if you trace their roots back, they all originated from Japanese music, with very few original works.
Japanese-style tailoring is simple and clean, and the fabrics are also very conventional, mainly using diagonal plaid and light colors.
This show wasn't particularly outstanding, but it was very solid and set the tone. However, while it was above average for domestic fashion shows, it fell short of the Asian average.
Qin Xiaoyu remained outwardly calm, but she was secretly observing the audience's expressions.
The audience wasn't put off by the opening; in fact, they were quite impressed. But looking back, it felt ironic, as it simply exceeded their expectations of domestic fashion brands.
They've always viewed mainland brands with prejudice, thinking they're utterly outdated. But domestic brands are risking their lives to prove them right.
The next piece is by Master Liang, with a more antique style. The fabric features a lot of embroidery, giving it a luxurious feel. The only drawback is that the design is slightly conservative, lacking significant innovation beyond the original style.
These are problems that Qin Xiaoyu wouldn't have noticed while she was in the store. Only by changing her perspective and looking at it from the viewer's point of view can she find the flaws.
The audience's reaction became even more subdued, which made Qin Xiaoyu feel frustrated. A Lei seemed to sense this, took her hand, and encouraged her.
Qin Xiaoyu turned back and smiled at him. It was nothing; as long as she found the problem and corrected it, that was fine. Anyway, she was going to keep moving forward.
Next up is Zhou Yue's work, which is a bit of a hodgepodge, with inconsistent and uncoordinated styles. It's clear that the designer is struggling and hasn't successfully transitioned yet.
Qin Xiaoyu saw the third sister opposite her yawn, her expression betraying her boredom. This fashion show was really nothing interesting.
"This is the most boring show I've ever seen, if you can even call it a fashion show." Linda's voice came out abruptly when the audience was empty.
Qin Xiaoyu was uneasy to discover that some people were echoing her.
"Indeed, they all look familiar; there's nothing new about them."
"It feels like they're making high-quality replicas..."
“I think the level is already very high,” Lin Yaofangfei disagreed.
"That's because you're used to performances from the mainland, so you're more tolerant, right?" This sentence not only made Lin Yao Fangfei lose face.
Even from afar, Qin Xiaoyu felt her face burning. The slap hurt, but she was powerless to refute it; it was true.
Her team's design skills are only top-notch domestically; they probably can't even compete internationally, let alone in Asia. They still need more experience.
Because fashion design in mainland China is so far behind, even if we run at full speed, we still can't catch up. She has to face reality.
"Forget it, I don't want to watch anymore, let's go." Linda pulled her female companion along, and the two of them walked out leisurely.
The Huo family's eldest daughter's early departure is a heavy blow that will surely cause serious trouble for Riyue Apparel; it'll probably be on the front page of tomorrow's newspapers.
Since the fashion show didn't have anything particularly noteworthy, I'll just write about this. It'll be a complete negative publicity campaign. Once all the media outlets have the same story, Riyue Apparel's reputation will be completely ruined, and they won't be able to open up any sales channels.
Although Lin Yaofangfei tried her best to hold back, her face under the makeup was already a mess. Linda not only ruined Qin Xiaoyu's business, but also dragged her, who was going to be an agent, into the mess.
A Lei held Qin Xiaoyu's hand tightly and never let go.
Qin Xiaoyu felt terrible, but she couldn't bring him out now. No matter what, she had to persevere.
Time suddenly seemed to slow down. The stage was bustling with activity, while the audience below grew increasingly anxious. Some wanted to leave, but seeing Lin Yaofangfei's murderous gaze, they didn't dare move; they still had to give her some face.
Linda's words have already sealed the fate of this fashion show. Linda's departure suggests to some that the fashion show was a failure, and they were just stubbornly holding on and waiting for time to pass.
Even Madam Fang was a little uneasy, frequently casting glances at her. Qin Xiaoyu bit her lip and bravely accepted the situation.
"That Linda is really something, I shouldn't have invited her!" Lin Yaofangfei said bitterly.
“She would have come even if we hadn’t invited her,” Are said truthfully.
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