Chapter 73

For the next period of time, Song Shu was busy preparing for the cheongsam show and asked Assistant Gao to make an appointment for the show venue first.

Song Shu pondered the location and layout of the show for several days. She planned to create a scene with some Republic of China style to match the cheongsam arrangement.

Because there is no such scene arrangement in Hong Kong, Song Shu also needs to find an interior designer to design the scene according to her requirements.

This was a huge and tedious project. Fortunately, Assistant Gao was very capable and was able to solve everything from determining the show venue to arranging the interior settings.

Song Shu took her work report and looked through it. She was extremely satisfied and raised her head with a smile: "Assistant Gao, I will give you a bonus this month."

Assistant Gao also smiled and said, "Thank you, boss."

Assistant Gao felt that she had followed the right boss this time. When she worked under previous leaders, in addition to the usual work matters, she also had to take care of many of the boss's personal matters, such as picking up and dropping off the children from school or accompanying the boss's wife shopping. Although the title of the boss's assistant sounds impressive, most of the work she did was like a nanny.

On Boss Song's side, there is a clear distinction between personal matters and work. From the time she started working to now, Boss Song has never troubled her to handle personal matters. In addition, there are clear rewards and punishments at work, so Assistant Gao works even harder.

"These are the cheongsam designs submitted by several designers." After discussing one thing, Assistant Gao took out a few design drafts and handed them to Song Shu.

Song Shu took it and looked at it, her eyes lit up. The designers were all talented and had their own design characteristics. Even the same cheongsam could show different characteristics in the hands of different designers.

Song Shu nodded as she looked at them. "I understand. I'll announce the results after I've selected them. By the way, the models for the cheongsam show should also be selected as soon as possible."

"Got it. I'm already working on this." Assistant Gao adjusted his glasses and said seriously.

Song Shu nodded, "Yeah, okay."

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In the office of an entertainment company, Chen Xinyi had just got off the plane after a fashion show in France and was resting in the office.

Her agent, Amy, pushed the door open and looked at her with a proud look on her face. "Although this fashion show in France is only a small one, at least we have made some international exposure. With this experience, the shows we take on next will be better than those of other small ones."

Chen Xinyi's expression remained indifferent after hearing this, and she said, "When will the money for this show be transferred?"

Amy choked when she heard this, but she also knew her artist's personality. She was obsessed with money. Fame was not important to her. She only cared about making money. But it was okay. If she wanted money, she would work hard. She was not picky about the work assigned to her. "It will be soon. The money will be transferred this week."

Thinking of something, Sister Amy continued, "By the way, there is a cheongsam show next week that invites you to be a model. This brand is a new brand in Hong Kong, called Zhiyu Clothing Brand. I see that you just came back from France, why don't you take a break first, and I'll give you the show?"

The main reason is that Sister Amy is not an exploitative agent. Chen Xinyi was not used to the climate in France this time, and she had to force herself to walk the runway. When she came back from France, her face had become thinner. She was already thin enough as a model, and now she is even thinner. Therefore, Sister Amy plans to let her rest for a while.

"No need to push it, I'm going to participate in this show." Chen Xinyi's eyebrows moved when she heard the brand name.

Sister Amy thought she was desperately trying to make money, so she couldn't help but persuade her again: "Can you hold on now? Isn't the money you earn enough to treat your grandmother? There's no need to work so hard..."

Chen Xinyi felt warm at heart after hearing this. She had been with her agent for quite a long time. What was rare was that Sister Amy was not like other agents who only regarded their artists as tools to make money. Sister Amy took good care of her in daily life.

She couldn't help but thank Sister Shu for recommending the agent to her, so she explained, "Sister Amy, this show is held by my sister Shu, and I want to participate."

Amy slapped her forehead and said, "I was wondering why this brand sounded so familiar. It turns out it was organized by designer Song Shu."

Amy knew Song Shu indirectly. It was Tian Tian's agent, Eve, who pushed Chen Xinyi to her. But Eve said that Song Shu asked her to do it, so Amy knew Song Shu. She stopped trying to persuade her. "Then I'll listen to you. The cheongsam show is next week. You still have a few days to rest. Besides, this cheongsam is now the first choice for wealthy ladies in Hong Kong's upper class to wear at banquets. You will definitely attract a lot of attention. It's great that you can attend the show."

Chen Xinyi didn't think about that. She took the gift she brought back from France and stood up and said to Sister Amy, "Sister Amy, I'm leaving first."

"Okay, take a good rest these days." Sister Amy reminded.

"knew."

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At the front desk of Zhiyu Clothing Studio, the receptionist saw a tall and beautiful lady coming in and politely said, "Hello, ma'am, how can I help you?"

Chen Xinyi, carrying two bags, stood still and said, "Hello, I'm here to see Ms. Song Shu."

The receptionist had a proper smile on her face, "Yes, ma'am, do you have a reservation?"

Chen Xinyi was startled. She was just excited and had not informed Sister Shu in advance. She looked embarrassed and said, "No, I'll go back first..."

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind, "Xinyi?"

Chen Xinyi turned around and saw Song Shu walking towards her with a document in her hand. She looked at her in surprise, "I thought I saw the wrong person, it's really you."

Chen Xinyi couldn't help but smile, "Sister Shu."

"Let's go to my office to talk." Song Shu spoke first. It seemed that she came to see her for something.

Chen Xinyi nodded and followed her, a little embarrassedly saying, "I'm sorry I came here without even telling you in advance."

Song Shu waved her hands, "It's okay, I'll be fine from now on, and besides, you're my friend and you can come over anytime."

Song Shu opened the door of the office and let her sit on the sofa. She went over to pour her a cup of tea, then sat on another sofa. She looked at her with some concern and asked, "Xinyi, why have you lost so much weight? Have you been very busy with work recently?"

Although the figure from behind looked familiar, it was too thin, so she was not sure if it was Chen Xinyi. Who knew it was really her, but she looked too thin, almost skin and bones.

Chen Xinyi felt warm at heart when she heard her concern. "It's okay. It's mainly because I didn't eat much during my stay in France. That's why I lost so much weight. Now I'm back and I'll gain the weight back in a few days."

Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She had thought that it was because she worked too hard. She knew that Chen Xinyi only had her and her grandmother to depend on in her family, and that her grandmother had to go to the hospital for a period of time due to poor health. Therefore, the financial pressure of the family was on her. She was really afraid that she would over-consume her health in order to make money.

Chen Xinyi knew her worries and said to her in comfort, "Sister Shu, don't worry. I will take care of my health when I am working. I have been busy for a while recently. I don't have to worry about grandma's medical expenses. We have moved to a new house now, and grandma is getting better and better..."

Chen Xinyi's face was bright and cheerful as she spoke, which was rarely seen before. Song Shu had seen her face with some sadness before, but now that she was getting better and better, she was sincerely happy for her, "That's good."

Chen Xinyi looked at her sincerely and said, "Thank you, Sister Shu. If you hadn't helped me, I might still be worried about money now."

I might end up going astray, Chen Xinyi added silently in her heart, thinking back to the days when she was struggling over whether to sell herself out, it seemed like a long time ago.

"By the way, these are some small gifts I brought back from France. They are not expensive things. They are a book about design and a set of Barbie dolls for Jiahui." Chen Xinyi handed the two bags he brought to Song Shu and said.

Song Shu looked at the book she took out and felt a little dumb. This was a set of hard-to-buy clothing design concept books by a famous French fashion designer. She had been looking for it in Hong Kong for a long time but couldn't buy it. She didn't expect Xinyi to bring it back from France for her.

Song Shu didn't tell her what book she needed. This meant that Chen Xinyi must have spent a lot of time learning about fashion design so that she could buy the book she needed.

Song Shu did not refuse her kindness and took it with both hands. "Thank you. I can't even buy this book in Hong Kong. I didn't expect you to buy it for me. I really need this book."

Chen Xinyi heard what she said and saw her expression, knowing that her gift was exactly what she needed. She breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister Shu, as long as you like it."

In fact, she was still a little nervous when Chen Xinyi delivered the book. The first thing she saw when she entered Song Shu's office was the wall of books. She thought the book she delivered would be duplicated. Fortunately, this book was exactly what Sister Shu needed. It was worth it for her to spend a lot of time to understand design matters and visit several bookstores to buy it without being able to speak French.

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After coming out of Song Shu's office, Chen Xinyi kept her good mood and hurried home. She hadn't seen her grandmother for more than a week since she was abroad. She missed her and was a little worried.

After all, grandma was the only one at home. Although she hired a nanny to help look after her, Chen Xinyi was still worried every day during these days in France. She was worried that the nanny was not taking good care of her and that something might happen to her grandma in a place she didn't know about.

As soon as she got off the taxi, Chen Xinyi looked up while paying the fare and saw her grandmother arguing with a fruit vendor not far away.

Suddenly, the vendor reached out and tried to push grandma. Chen Xinyi was so scared that her hands and feet turned cold. She didn't even want the change from the taxi driver and ran to grandma, "Grandma."

Just as the merchant reached out to push the grandmother down, a man suddenly grabbed the merchant's hand and twisted it hard, "You are a jerk on the street. You even bully the elderly. Are you looking for death?"

The merchant was in so much pain that he begged for mercy. Seeing that the merchant's face had turned blue, grandma quickly patted the man's hand and said, "Okay, Wenzai, let go."

After hearing what grandma said, the man Awen let go of the merchant and warned him a few words, which frightened the merchant so much that he apologized repeatedly and even compensated him with a big watermelon.

Ah Wen held the big watermelon and looked at Grandma Chen and said disapprovingly: "Grandma Chen, didn't I teach you not to conflict with others before? If you encounter any problems, you can tell me and I will help you solve them."

Grandma Chen felt a little guilty. "It was because a lot of the fruits that the merchant weighed for me were bad, so I wanted to reason with him, but I didn't know he would do it. Oh, this man really doesn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. It's not my fault."

Ah Wen looked at Grandma Chen who was acting like a child and said with a smile, "I won't allow that next time."

As the two were talking, Chen Xinyi also ran over and shouted worriedly, "Grandma."

When Grandma Chen and Ah Wen heard the familiar voice, they turned around and looked at the person who came. Their eyes lit up at the same time, and their faces were filled with joy. They said in unison, "Xinyi."

However, Chen Xinyi ignored Awen and took her grandmother's hand to check her up and down. "Grandma, are you okay? Why don't we go to the hospital?"

Seeing her granddaughter's worried look, Grandma Chen waved her hands and said, "There's no need to go to the hospital. I'm fine. That person didn't even touch me. Fortunately, Ah Wen arrived in time."

Chen Xinyi was relieved to see that her grandma was fine, but she still couldn't help but say a few words out of worry, "Grandma, didn't I tell you not to argue with others outside? If you want to buy anything, you can ask the nanny at home..."

Grandma Chen also knew that what she did today was wrong. How could an old lady be a match for the tall and strong merchant? She quickly changed the subject with a guilty conscience, "I know, I won't do it again next time. Xinyi, you're back. Come on, let's go home and let Aunt Li cook your favorite dishes tonight."

Seeing her grandmother like this, Chen Xinyi couldn't bear to nag her anymore and nodded, "Okay, let's go home."

After they walked a few steps, Grandma Chen remembered Ah Wen, whom she had forgotten. She slapped her forehead, turned around and said to Ah Wen, who was still standing there, "Wen Zai, why are you still standing there like an idiot? Come to my house for dinner."

When Chen Xinyi heard her grandmother's words, she remembered Awen whom she had forgotten, and she couldn't help but turn around and look at him.

Ah Wen glanced at her, then turned his gaze to Grandma Chen and scratched his head, "Grandma Chen, please don't bother me anymore. I..."

"Why not?" Grandma Chen interrupted him and turned to Chen Xinyi and said, "Xinyi, during the few days you were away, your friend came to our house every day to see if I needed anything. The day before yesterday, he helped us unclog the toilet, and yesterday he helped me fix the light in my room... He is such a kind-hearted guy."

Chen Xinyi met the eager gazes of the old and the young looking at her, curled her lips, looked at Awen and said, "Do you want to go upstairs and have dinner together? Thank you for helping me take care of grandma these days."

Awen was completely immersed in her smile. This was the first time Xinyi smiled at him, which immediately made him confused. He couldn't help but smile foolishly and didn't listen to what she said at all.

Grandma Chen looked at him with disdain and shouted, "Xinyi, forget it. Wenzai doesn't answer. He probably doesn't plan to go upstairs to eat. Let's go."

"Hey, Grandma Chen, I'll go." Ah Wen quickly came to his senses and ran to Grandma Chen's side, saying anxiously, "I want to eat. I want to go upstairs to eat."

"Haha, I'm just kidding you, silly boy." Grandma Chen laughed happily.

Chen Xinyi also curled the corners of her mouth, and Awen glanced at her and also grinned foolishly.

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The next day, Song Shu finished reviewing the design drafts and asked Assistant Gao to announce the results and circulate the shortlisted design drafts to other designers for review. If they had any objections, they could raise them within these two days.

The designers who were not selected originally felt disappointed and dissatisfied, but after seeing the selected designs, they were so impressed that they shut their mouths. After looking at those designs, they understood where their gaps were and there must be reasons why they were not selected.

At the same time, their worries were dispelled, because at least this time they knew that every election was fair and just.

After the cheongsam design was ready, Song Shu asked A Zhibo and his team to start making it by hand.

She set aside a space next to the studio for Azhibo and his colleagues to do hand-sewing.

When needed, Azhibo and his colleagues can come here to work. On the one hand, if there are any questions during sewing, they can communicate and solve them quickly. On the other hand, this handmade production can be gradually standardized.

At first Song Shu thought that having Azhibo and his team coming here might be a bit of a hassle, but she didn't expect that they just waved their hands and said it was no trouble and that they were happy to come here to work.

Fang Bo and his friends discussed happily in private that they never thought that at their age of seventy or eighty they could still work in such high-end companies like those white-collar workers. They were always willing to come over whenever they were needed.

In the morning, Aunt Fang watched Uncle Fang combing his sparse hair in front of the mirror for more than ten minutes, and couldn't help but say with some disdain: "Stop combing it, or your hair will fall out."

Fang Bo was combing her hair carefully, and snorted after hearing this, "What do you know, old lady? I have to go to work seriously, so of course I have to look decent."

Aunt Fang rolled her eyes at him and said, "Come on, I know you're going to work. You've been working for so many days, why are you still dressing up every day? Who would notice you, an old man?"

"You don't understand. Haven't you seen those white-collar workers in that building dressed brightly and beautifully? I can't let myself be outdone by them." Fang Bo combed his hair for a long time before putting it down. He looked left and right in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good."

Aunt Fang came over and said something disapproving but reached out to fix his collar, "Okay, handsome old man, if you don't eat breakfast, you'll be late for work."

Aunt Fang was also happy for Uncle Fang. Perhaps young people did not understand that old people like them were still needed, and how happy it was to be able to go to work like them. This would let them know that they were still useful and had not been eliminated by society.

This is why when Song Shu opened a hand-made department in the studio, Uncle Zhi and Uncle Fang were still happy even if they had to take the bus to come every day.

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When all other preparations were done, Song Shu sent invitations to Fang Yun and other wealthy ladies. When she sent it to Tian Tian, ​​she also took a few extra ones, saying that she would bring some friends to attend.

Song Shu knew her good intentions and did not say no, but she kept her kindness in mind.

The queen He Qianci, who had previously asked her to design her stage costumes, also came to her and asked for an invitation, saying that she would come to support her.

In addition to these people, Song Shu also sent invitations to some media reporters. After all, she didn't intend to hold a show quietly.

Ms. Du Jiali, who has been in contact with her through work, received the news of her show and said she would come to attend.

One night, Chen Zonghao saw the invitation letters she made and asked her for a few.

Song Shu looked at him with some confusion, not understanding why he needed these invitations. Was he going to give them to his friends? It seemed that he had no interest in fashion shows in his work.

Chen Zonghao sensed her confused gaze and said, "I will invite a few partners to come over. It just so happens that their wives should be interested in the fashion show."

Song Shu's eyes moved, and she understood his intention. His current partners include many wealthy foreign businessmen. If they bring their wives to attend her show, then the level of her show will be raised.

Song Shu couldn't help but rush over and hug him, looking up at him and muttering: "Does this count as hugging your thigh?"

Chen Zonghao put his arms around her waist to hold her, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "I'll let you hold me, it doesn't matter how long you hold me." There was a double meaning in his words.

Song Shu burst out laughing and couldn't help poking his chest with her finger, "Then aren't you feeling very disadvantaged?"

Chen Zonghao reached out and pinched her restless fingers, tightened his hand around her waist, and lowered his head, "You pay me."

"Hmm." The words that Song Shu wanted to refute were drowned in the warm breath.

After a long while, Song Shu leaned in his arms and muttered, "It seems like I'm the one who got hurt."

Chen Zonghao laughed grimly after hearing this, "Then I'll give myself to you as compensation, okay?"

Song Shu curled her lips, glanced at him, and said reluctantly: "I'll think about it."

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As more and more people were invited to attend the show, well-informed journalists and media were the first to follow up and report on the cheongsam show.

After digging deeper into this designer, I found out that it took Song Shu less than a year to build her own brand and she has set off fashion trends in Hong Kong three times.

Not only is her design talented and famous, but she is also too young.

Moreover, her husband is a hot new technology elite in Hong Kong recently. This young couple has made extraordinary performance in their respective industries. For a time, reporters and media were excited and reported on them in all aspects.

As Hong Kong's economy is booming, people prefer to watch inspirational figures who come from grassroots backgrounds and work their way up through their own efforts. This is a great encouragement to those who are pursuing the "Hong Kong dream" nowadays.

Therefore, during this period, the whole of Hong Kong was flooded with reports about Song Shu and her group, and the cheongsam show became popular before it even started.

Today was the show time. Tian Tian came to Song Shu early at noon and read to her the content of the newspaper report, "Hong Kong's talented fashion designer, the new generation leader of fashion design... the love story between the new tech elite and the talented fashion designer... Tsk tsk, these paparazzi are still so gossipy."

Tian Tian threw the newspaper aside, looked at Song Shu and said, "Ah Shu, don't worry about the content of those rubbish newspaper reports. These paparazzi like to exaggerate the most."

These reports completely portrayed Song Shu as some genius designer, and Tian Tian was afraid that she would feel stressed.

Song Shu glanced at the newspapers. She had already read these reports and had forgotten them. She met Tian Tian's concerned look and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't be blown away by these reports. There's nothing to be nervous about."

Tian Tian heard this and knew that Song Shu would not be affected by these things, so she stopped worrying and looked around the show with sparkling eyes full of admiration. "Shu, your show tonight will definitely amaze people."

Just by looking at the scene layout, Tian Tian was looking forward to tonight's show.

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At six o'clock in the evening, the people invited to attend the show came in one after another.

The show was not held in any of the bustling areas of Central, but in a courtyard that looked somewhat rustic.

This courtyard was rented out to Grandma Xu as a venue after she heard from Fang Yun that Song Shu was planning to hold a cheongsam show.

The small courtyard is the old house where Grandma Xu and the late Grandpa Xu lived. Because they missed the time when they lived in mainland China, the old house was built with wood to imitate a Chinese-style garden.

However, because no one has lived in it for a long time, this old house has become a bit abandoned.

Today, when Grandma Xu stepped into the garden again, she almost burst into tears and kept saying, "It's exactly like it. It's so similar."

Fang Yun held her hand and asked curiously, "Mom, what do you think?"

Grandma Xu kept looking around the garden, "It looks a lot like the home my grandfather and I lived in during the Republic of China period in mainland China."

Fang Yun's eyes kept looking around the garden. She had not been to this garden many times, but today she found it had changed a lot. Every pavilion and tower was full of charm. Fang Yun suddenly understood the beauty of the Jiangnan gardens described in the books she had read before.

Everyone who enters this garden can't help but admire the scenery here, "This is the gardens in the mainland, right? There is indeed a reason why these houses have been passed down."

"This time when I go home, I'm going to find a designer to design and build a garden like this." He said directly, as if he had no shortage of money.

They also remembered that they were here to attend a fashion show. Some of them couldn't help but ask after the staff guided them to their seats: "This is the cheongsam show, right? Did we take you to the right place?"

The staff nodded politely, "Yes, the cheongsam show will start soon."

Some wealthy ladies sat in a small pavilion. I couldn't help but turn my head to look elsewhere and found that some of them were sitting in the corridor or next to the flowers. If you didn't know, you would think they were attending a dinner instead of a show.

However, as they sat there, they thought that watching the show like this was a novelty. Everyone couldn't help but discuss, "I haven't attended a fashion show like this before. Usually, we watch shows around a catwalk, but where is the catwalk now? I don't know how this designer designed it."

Others echoed: "It's a novelty, but it's much better than sitting stiffly in the show."

The other fashion designers who were invited were also very surprised by Song Shu's arrangement. Some of them who had held fashion shows before had never seen this kind of show.

In a corner surrounded by a bunch of flowers, there were several foreigners sitting there. If other designers walked here, they would definitely recognize that one of the foreigners was the internationally famous designer Lao Lafayette.

Lao Foye originally came to Hong Kong for work. He heard from a good friend that there was a show tonight. After asking around, he found out that he had met the young man once before, who won the Hong Kong Fashion Design Championship from him half a year ago. He was curious and followed him.

As he followed the staff's guidance and sat in the garden which was said to be the show venue, Lao Foye's eyes became brighter and brighter. Thinking about the theme of today's show which was said to be the cheongsam which was popular during the Republic of China period, he also had some knowledge of this cheongsam. Combined with the historical background, Lao Foye suddenly felt that this show was cleverly and novelly arranged.

I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: "It turns out that there is a way to hold a show like this."

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After all the guests were seated, several minutes passed without the host showing up. Just as they were becoming more and more confused, the sound of a guzheng rang out in every corner of the garden, followed by the sounds of other musical instruments. Suddenly, beautiful ancient songs rang out in the garden.

In the corners they couldn't see, some women in cheongsam were bowing their heads and playing musical instruments, such as zither, pipa, konghou...

As the music started, the guests sitting in the front were the first to see the woman walking down the corridor. She was wearing a light blue cheongsam and a gauze scarf, and she walked towards them gracefully. She didn't look like she was walking on a catwalk, but rather like she was walking in her own home.

One after another, women wearing cheongsams of various styles came over every ten steps or so. Some of them held umbrellas, some held bouquets of flowers, and some held books...

They are not on a catwalk, but rather like people living in this garden, doing their own things as usual.

With the accompaniment of music, their expressions were either angry or resentful, and in a trance the guests seemed to be led by them to experience their lives.

The cheongsams they wore floated around them like smoke and clouds as they walked, showing off their feminine beauty to the fullest.

For the first time, the guests felt the different kind of beauty that cheongsam brings to women.

Suddenly there was a cry of surprise, and everyone looked in the direction of the cry. It turned out that in a flowing stream in the garden, several small boats were carrying women in cheongsams. Some of the women were sitting in the boats making tea, some were leaning against the boats pretending to play the piano, and some were half-leaning over the side of the boats and reaching out to play with the stream water.

It seems as if everyone is in the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan misty rain.

As night fell, the orange lanterns in the garden lit up and the cheongsam show gradually came to an end.

The guests sitting in the garden were slow to come to their senses, and seemed to be still trapped in the beautiful dream of the garden. It was not until the staff came to guide them out that they were surprised to find that the show had come to an end, leaving them with a feeling of loss.

Someone murmured involuntarily: "This cheongsam show is too short."

A staff member walking nearby said, "It's not short. The show took an hour and a half from start to finish."

"An hour and a half? You must be kidding." The guest couldn't help but raise his voice, "Why do I feel like time has passed so quickly?"

The staff pointed at his watch and said, "Ma'am, if you don't believe me, you can take a look at your watch."

The woman looked down at her watch and saw that more than an hour and a half had passed. She couldn't help but sigh, "It's strange that today's cheongsam show was so beautiful that it made me feel like time passed by so quickly."

This sentiment was unanimously recognized by other guests. Today's cheongsam show really opened their eyes. This was not just a show, but a grand visual feast.

As we were walking, someone couldn't help but say, "It seems like the designer didn't appear from the beginning to the end of this show."

Others said, "No, I didn't see it. The whole process was just a fashion show."

After a while, someone said leisurely, "Although the designers did not appear on stage, I believe everyone has completely remembered these designers after tonight's show."

The others nodded after hearing this. It was such a beautiful show. Even if they saw other more beautiful shows in the future, they would never forget the shock that today's fashion show brought them.

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Backstage, Song Shu stood with other designers. Although the other designers knew the general plan of the show, they only saw the actual effect of the show today.

The only word that this show brought to them was shock, a straightforward visual shock.

Although some of these fashion designers may not have held a fashion show before, they have participated in other fashion shows. This is the first time for them to see that a fashion show can be held in this way.

No, it is not just a fashion show, but a beautiful fashion movie that makes people unable to help but indulge in it.

Thinking of this, the fashion designers looked at Song Shu with admiration, "I finally understand why some people are geniuses."

"Boss, the show you put on today is the best show I have ever seen in my life."

"Yeah, it turns out that shows can be held this way. We were too narrow-minded before."

"Oh, what can we do? I'm a little jealous of Designer Li and his friends. The cheongsams they designed are also on display tonight." One of the designers said enviously.

After hearing this, the other designers who did not participate looked at Designer Li and his companions with envy.

Designer Li and his friends didn't care about the envious looks. All they could think was, "Oh my God, is that a cheongsam they designed themselves? Is it really that beautiful?"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but thank Song Shu profusely, "Thank you, boss. Without you, we wouldn't be able to participate in such a beautiful show."

"Yes, we are completely taking advantage of the boss. I never thought that the cheongsam we designed would be so beautiful."

Song Shu looked at them with a smile and said, "Don't underestimate yourselves. That's the dress you designed. It's so beautiful."

Then he looked at the other designers who did not participate and said, "Don't be sad, there will be many shows in the future, even shows that you can host yourself."

The others didn't think it was just empty talk. After working with her for a while, they completely believed what she said and they would have their own show in the future.

After saying goodbye to several designers, Song Shu walked through a corridor and looked up to see a man waiting at the archway.

Today he was also wearing a suit, leaning against the arch with his head slightly lowered, a woman's shawl in one hand and the other hand in his trouser pocket. He looked up when he heard footsteps, and when he saw her, he stood up and walked over. While wrapping the shawl around her, he looked down at her and asked, "Are you done?"

Song Shu nodded, "Well, let's go."

"Okay." Chen Zonghao reached out and held her and brought her into his arms. The two walked out hugging each other, and the orange light illuminated their shadows holding each other.

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This cheongsam fashion show was undoubtedly a success. Some people felt that the previous lavish reports were like putting Song Shu on the spot, waiting for her to stumble and then to be hit back.

After last night's cheongsam show, all the voices of ridicule disappeared, and instead reports of praise poured in like an outpouring.

The orders for cheongsam also poured in like a tide. Even though the price of this handmade cheongsam was very high, there were still many wealthy ladies who bought it. Some foreign ladies also placed orders. It was obvious that the influence of this cheongsam was not just in Hong Kong.

On this day, Song Shu also received a special letter from the famous fashion designer Lao Foye. The first half of the letter praised her cheongsam show last night and said that she gave him infinite inspiration. He then left an address, welcoming her to write to him in the future to discuss matters related to fashion design.

After reading the letter, Song Shu put it away, feeling extremely happy that Chinese clothing culture could be introduced to the world.