Chapter 135: Blowing

Zhu An went there by himself before, and later Cha Zi also went to Fiona's address once, but didn't see anyone.

Since Yuan Xiao insisted on coming to her house, he picked a few pieces of cloth and went to her house.

Fiona would definitely not live in a bad place after returning from abroad.

This address is indeed not far from where Yuan Xiao lives, a small single-family house, and even more luxurious.

Yuan Xiao pressed the doorbell at the door.

Not long after, someone came out to open the door.

The person was a young man who looked like a mixed-race.

Yuan Xiao's spoken English was not very good, and when he was wondering if he would be embarrassed, he heard the man say, "Who are you looking for?"

His Chinese had an accent, but it was still standard.

Yuan Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Hello, we are looking for Ms. Fiona."

The man saw the cloth in Chazi's hand, "Fiona doesn't like to be disturbed, what can I do for you?"

"I heard that Fiona is selecting fabrics for the fashion show, and we are here to deliver samples." Yuan Xiao said indifferently.

The man sneered, "Chinese?"

His eyes fell on the fabric with sarcasm.

That kind of disdain was fully reflected without saying a word.

Yuan Xiao raised his chin slightly, "What's wrong with China?"

The man chuckled, "Sorry, we don't accept Chinese fabrics, ma'am, please go back."

He was about to close the door.

Yuan Xiao blocked his way with his hand, "Excuse me, can I ask, is Fiona the person who makes the final decision on the selection of fabrics?"

The man paused and smiled, "Yes."

"So, did Ms. Fiona say in person that we would not accept fabrics produced in China?" Yuan Xiao asked.

The man seemed to sense Yuan Xiao's dissatisfaction and waved his hands, "Of course not, Ms. Fiona would not make such a request. It's just that the quality of Chinese fabrics is really hard to describe. In order not to waste time, we can only choose not to accept them."

Yuan Xiao sneered, "Give me an example?"

"What?"

"Didn't you say that the quality of Chinese fabrics is not good? Please give me an example." Yuan Xiao smiled slightly.

The man raised his eyebrows, "You will know if you go to the street. You don't need me to give you an example."

Chinese domestic products were excluded from the beginning.

He hadn't even looked at them, let alone understood the brands, so how could he give an example?

Before the man opened his mouth, Yuan Xiao saw a car parked beside him.

Several foreigners got out of the car.

Yuan Xiao didn't speak well, but he still understood some of their conversation.

These people were also here to deliver fabrics.

The man didn't let them in either, but he politely accepted the fabric samples.

It was a world of difference from his attitude towards Yuan Xiao.

"So, is this discrimination?"

"What do you mean?" the man asked in confusion.

"You rejected my fabric without even looking at it, but you accepted theirs directly. Is this discrimination?"

The man frowned when he heard Yuan Xiao's words, "If you want to understand it this way, then understand it this way!"

Yuan Xiao almost wanted to take off his shoes and slap him.

"You are standing on Chinese soil and discriminating against Chinese things. If you look down on China, why did you come here? Aren't you afraid of delaying the breathing of your noble body? Ms. Fiona is Chinese American. Do you know what the word 'Chinese' means? She has Chinese blood in her bones. May I ask Ms. Fiona if she knows that her assistant even looks down on her?"

The man's expression froze, and he thought for a long time before digesting Yuan Xiao's words that sounded like a tongue twister.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Yuan Xiao continue, "I don't want to use the back door, so I personally came to deliver the fabric. If I really use my connections, do you think I still need to go through you to see Ms. Fiona? While I'm in a good mood, I advise you to be more sensible. Otherwise, when I meet Ms. Fiona, I will tell her how qualified you are as an assistant!"

The man looked shocked, but Yuan Xiao's words didn't sound false, and he began to feel entangled.

There is a saying in China called "wearing a small shoe", and he didn't want to be played with a small shoe.

Yuan Xiao continued, "Ms. Fiona came to China to look for relatives, right? But you turned away the Chinese. How do you know that we don't have any relatives of Fiona, or know her relatives?"

"Please wait a moment, I'll go in and ask Fiona."

After the man left, Cha Zi looked at Yuan Xiao suspiciously, "Why do you come here to arrest people when you have connections?"

Yuan Xiao pulled the corner of his mouth, "I just made it up."

Cha Zi's cheek muscles twitched, and he made it sound like the real thing.

After a while, the man came out again, with a guilty look on his face.

"I'm really sorry for being disrespectful to you just now. Fiona is not seeing guests for the time being, so let me accept your fabric first and give you an answer later."

Yuan Xiao and Cha Zi looked at each other, "We don't have to rely on your business, so we hope you can give us an answer within three days and don't waste each other's time."

The man's face twisted for a moment, but he still agreed: "Yes, I'll try my best."

After Yuan Xiao left, the man went in with the fabric.

"Uncle Tony, you don't look well." The girl sitting on the sofa smiled.

"Who sent the fabric?" The girl asked again.

Tony glanced at the brand above, "It's called... Yunxiao? Is that right?"

"Yunxiao? Is it a new brand? I haven't heard of it. Open it and let me see it first." The girl smiled.

Tony looked a little embarrassed, "I haven't shown it to Fiona yet, I'll send it up first."

"I'll just take a look, it won't hurt, will my mother blame me for this?"

Tony had no choice but to take the cloth out of the bag.

The silky and shiny silk appeared in front of his eyes, and Tony's eyes flashed with surprise.

He hesitated for a while before gently covering it with his palm. The touch was even smoother than a baby's skin.

The girl exclaimed, "This fabric is in line with mom's fashion show elements, I can't wait to use it to make new clothes! It's so beautiful, I'm going to attend a cocktail party in a few days, and I want to use this fabric to make new clothes!"

Tony saw her turning the fabric over and over in her hands, feeling a little distressed: "Vivian, be gentle, this is a sample, I can't make new clothes for you."

Vivian didn't care about him, and put the fabric on her body to gesture, "Take it to mom to see, if mom agrees, we will go buy fabric. I saw Chinese women wearing cheongsam before, it's so beautiful!"

Tony carefully put the fabric away, feeling a little pain on his face.

Are all Chinese fabrics so good?

Then, could those people he rejected before be hiding better ones?