Custom clothing?
Everyone here has a good family background. Going back three generations, all of us were born into a wealthy family.
I have lived a comfortable life since I was a child, but it is not so luxurious that I have the concept of customization.
At most, I only have experience in making clothes in a tailor shop.
Is that custom made?
In the old days, the clothes of the wealthy families were tailor-made.
But what era was that, and what era is it now?
It's different.
Han Chunmei sneered in her heart, he is just a tailor, why does he talk so pompously?
"So Comrade Meng runs a tailor shop. Oh, we are all used to buying clothes in shopping malls, but when we were kids we would get clothes made in a tailor shop."
Liu Qing also agreed: "Yes, I just came back from abroad, and it was even more exaggerated there. There weren't even any tailor shops, just huge shopping malls. I was dazzled by the variety of dresses."
"Sister Liu Qing, your travels abroad haven't broadened your horizons. They don't call it a tailor shop abroad, they call it custom-made. My cousin is studying in England, and the dresses the Queen wears for events there are all custom-made by professional fashion designers."
Du Fang was almost embarrassed by Han Chunmei's cousins and couldn't help but give some scientific advice.
It's scary to be ignorant.
Their relatives are all in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, so they are exposed to more information from abroad, and their ideas and insights are naturally more open.
Du Fang looked at Meng Zhen again: "Sister-in-law, you are a fashion designer, right?"
"Yeah," Meng Zhen nodded, "but I haven't got my professional diploma yet. I'll be able to go to university after I take the college entrance examination next year."
Han Chunmei and Liu Qing looked at each other.
Haha, you dare to call yourself a fashion designer when you haven’t even finished college?
Zheng Lili was also a little surprised: "Sister-in-law, you haven't been to college? It doesn't look like it."
This question is cleverly asked, both derogatory and complimentary.
In an instant, Meng Zhen was put in an awkward position.
Meng Zhen laughed and said, "Is it strange that I haven't attended university at my age? After all, I've only just turned twenty. Nowadays, most people taking the college entrance exam are in their twenties or thirties, so it's not too late for me, right?"
Among those present, Han Chunmei and Du Fang are both about to turn thirty.
Liu Qing is about to turn twenty-five.
Zheng Lili is one year younger than her.
It is not surprising that Meng Zhen is taking the college entrance examination now.
How dare you call yourself a fashion designer without even going to college?
Zheng Lili was very dissatisfied. She was an announcer and didn't have a college degree, so she was still looked down upon by those people in the Zhou family.
"Comrade Meng, what kind of clothes have you designed? Could you show them to us? We have many beautiful women on the radio station, so we'll introduce you to a few more customers!"
Liu Qing also nodded: "Yes, since you are a designer, you must have some design works. Why not show them to everyone? We have more female comrades in our art troupe. I will ask them to come and support you!"
The intention to introduce customers was fake, but the real intention was to see people look bad.
Du Fang didn't expect that her original intention was to help Meng Zhen become famous and let everyone understand the concept of clothing customization, but instead she put Meng Zhen in an awkward situation.
Professional fashion designers do have manuscripts, but Comrade Meng has never been to college, so how can he have a portfolio?
If I can't take it out, I will definitely be laughed at by those two little bitches Liu Qing and Zheng Lili.
Thinking of this, she looked at Han Chunmei.
The other party was good at dealing with things. He just said a few polite words and changed the subject, and the matter was over.
But Han Chunmei didn't receive her signal at all.
Du Fang could only go up by herself: "Who brings their work with them when they go out to play? That's really embarrassing! Don't you agree, Chunmei?"
"It's a bit difficult for me," Han Chunmei turned around and gave her cousin a reproachful look. "Do you think everyone is as perfectionist as you, insisting on learning everything to the extreme?"
Then he looked at Meng Zhen apologetically, "Sister-in-law, please don't be offended. Xiaoqing is just like that. She always wants to be the first in everything she does.
Take her dancing, for example. Not content with being a Hua Dan in the art troupe, she went all out to secure an exchange opportunity abroad. Unexpectedly, there were only ten spots available for the national art troupe, and she actually managed to snag one.
This kind of rhetorical device is called Versailles in later generations.
"Really? Then Comrade Liu Qing is really quite outstanding."
Meng Zhenji naturally followed suit and praised him a few times.
After hearing this, she finally connected "Xiaoqing" and "going abroad for exchange" with the "Liu Qing" that Victoria Song had mentioned before.
It turns out that this person was the beauty in the art troupe who had been pursuing her man for several years in college.
Then she turned to look at her husband: "Husband, Comrade Liu Qing is so outstanding, why didn't you get together with her when you were in school? A talented man and a beautiful woman, a talented man and a beautiful woman, what a perfect match~"
"Right, Comrade Liu." Meng Zhen looked at Liu Qing with regret, as if he really felt sorry for her.
When Liu Qing was reminded of what happened that year, his face changed.
Especially since it was pointed out by Meng Zhen.
She originally thought that the other party didn't know her ways, but unexpectedly, not only did she know them, but she also attacked her in return.
As for Liu Yuzhou, he now completely understood why his wife was angry.
He put his arm around the woman's shoulders, leaned his handsome face close to her fair earlobe, and coaxed her in a low voice: "Wife, I have only loved you in my life. Please don't be angry with me, okay? Hmm?"
The voice was so low that people around could not hear it clearly.
But everyone can see the man's coaxing posture.
Ruan Dong, Feng Ran and the others looked at each other, and saw shock, disbelief and unprecedented surprise in each other's eyes.
The cold-faced and icy young master is actually coaxing a woman?
It’s going to rain red from the sky!
Zhao Wei was the only one in the audience who looked calm.
Enjoy watching people's reactions.
What's this scene? You have never seen a young master cutting vegetables, washing dishes, and doing housework for his wife. I'm afraid your eyes will fall out when you see that.
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