Today is Feng Tong's birthday. Although Song Xuanhe was a little confused as to why Feng Tong chose to stay in China to celebrate his birthday, he had always admired him and was willing to have more exchanges with him, so he went there without hesitation after receiving the invitation.
The restaurant for the birthday celebration was very close to Song Xuanhe's company, so Song Xuanhe went there directly after get off work. When he arrived, in addition to Zhou Nan, there were a few strange men and women there.
Song Xuanhe nodded to the people who looked over as a greeting, then sat down next to Zhou Nan: "Where's Feng Tong?"
Zhou Nan was playing games on his phone, and said without even looking up, "Feng Tong went to pick up his girlfriend, and Lin Zi seems to have something else to do, so he'll be here later."
"Hello." Someone came over to say hello and said with a smile, "I heard Brother Tong mention you before. I heard that you didn't receive any professional training, but your ability is not inferior to any independent designer who has established a brand. It's rare to hear Brother Tong speak so highly of others, so I have always wanted to meet you. I didn't expect to actually meet you."
Song Xuanhe smiled politely and said, "I also admire his work. At least in terms of material cutting and matching, I can't compare to Feng Tong."
The person who spoke was stunned, unable to react. Did Song Xuan admit that he was very good, but only the material cutting and matching could not compare with Feng Tong?
The others who had been paying attention to what was going on here also looked over, their eyes falling on Song Xuanhe's handsome and easy-going face, and then looking at his calm temperament, his polite yet somewhat distant expression, they made their own judgment.
Only people who are truly capable will have such a calm and composed temperament.
Designers naturally have their own way of judging people. The suit Song Xuanhe is wearing is more professional, but the unbuttoned collar just reveals a sense of casual laziness. Although the cufflinks on the cuffs are small, the design shape is grand and bright, echoing the color of the collar of the shirt. Every detail of the body is ironed to perfection, with many eye-catching details, and suitable for the occasion.
Regardless of whether he is an excellent designer, this at least proves that he is well versed in matching and has a very high aesthetic sense.
After a few glances, someone came over with a smile and said, "Feng Tong described your use of colors as being superb. I am very curious about how good someone is who can be praised so highly by him. If there is a chance, I look forward to communicating with Mr. Song."
"Sure." Song Xuanhe clinked glasses with him with a smile.
Seeing that Song Xuanhe was easy to talk to, the other people also came over to talk. Song Xuanhe had not communicated with his colleagues for a long time. When Feng Tong pushed the door in, he still had a relaxed smile on his face.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
Feng Tong led a short-haired woman dressed elegantly. After apologizing to them, he introduced her with a smile: "This is my girlfriend, Ren Yi."
Ren Yi smiled generously and said, "Sorry, I was delayed on the way because I ran into a high school classmate. You can just call me Yi Yi."
Song Xuanhe glanced at Ren Yi and then retracted his gaze, nodding to Feng Tong.
Ren Yi greeted everyone one by one, and then introduced the other person behind her. Her expression was gentle and soft, but her tone was not too warm: "This is my high school classmate. He also studies design, so I invited him to join the party. I hope you don't mind."
At Feng Tong's birthday party, Feng Tong's girlfriend brought a guest who was also a designer. Even if the people present minded the sudden addition of someone else, they would not say it out loud. Only Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows when he saw the visitor, with a hint of interest in his eyes, and looked away before the person looked over.
"It's a bit abrupt for me to suddenly join you all for dinner. I'm really sorry." The man behind Ren Yi came out. He had a handsome face and a sincere tone. "It's just that I have always admired Senior Brother Feng. I never had the chance to meet him at school before. This time when I met Ren Yi, I realized that I was so close to Senior Brother Feng. And when I heard that the people participating in the dinner were all top senior brothers and sisters in the industry, I didn't want to miss this opportunity, so I came here shamelessly."
The man praised everyone present sincerely and unobtrusively, making those who were originally dissatisfied with the unplanned guest no longer care. Instead, he smiled and said, "We are all colleagues, how can we say that we are shameless? Besides, today is Feng Tong's birthday. As long as he agrees, anyone can participate."
"It's getting late now." Feng Tong interrupted the pleasantries, pulled out a chair for Ren Yi to sit down, and then said, "Let's take a seat first."
Because the number of people in the box was confirmed before booking, Feng Tong asked the waiter to add a chair. Everyone sitting on the sofa stood up. Zhou Nan put away his phone, walked to his seat and sat down. He said to Song Xuanhe, "Is Lin Zi not here yet?"
Before Song Xuanhe could answer, Zhou Nan exclaimed, looked past Song Xuanhe and saw the person sitting on the newly added chair. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't this the man who asked you to buy cufflinks on the cruise ship before? Why is he here?"
Zhou Nan's voice was not loud, but there was no other sound in the box except the slight sound of chairs moving. Hearing his words, everyone else looked in unison towards Zhou Nan. Only Feng Tong looked at the man who had just sat down with some surprise.
Zhou Nan didn't notice other people's gazes, and looked at Song Xuanhe with a puzzled look: "Isn't it? Or do you not remember? Or did I remember it wrong?"
Song Xuanhe didn't say anything, Jiang Deyi spoke up, "Mr. Zhou is right, I'm really sorry about what happened last time. If that cufflink didn't mean so much to me, I would never have made such an impolite request. From Mr. Song's attitude in protecting the cufflinks, I know that Mr. Song must have kept Master McPhee's cufflinks very carefully. Here, I still want to apologize to you again."
Jiang Deyi stood up and bowed to Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe was unmoved, and even raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, looking at Jiang Deyi with a smile, but did not say a word.
Although Jiang Deyi joined suddenly, his words and apologies were very polite and sincere. For the people present, this offset the abruptness of his arrival. However, compared to Jiang Deyi, Song Xuanhe, who came earlier and had already communicated with them and even helped some of them gain something, obviously weighed more on the scale in their hearts.
However, what Jiang Deyi said just now made them hesitate.
A gentleman does not take away what others want. Song Xuanhe won the bid first. Even if the cufflinks meant a lot to Jiang Deyi, there was no reason for him to give them to him. It was just that Jiang Deyi did not get the cufflinks and had already apologized solemnly. It would have been very sincere if he apologized again at this time. However, Song Xuanhe's silence seemed a bit narrow-minded.
Most of the people here are designers, whether they are fashion designers or jewelry designers. The ultimate goal of their designs is to hope that people who appreciate their designs can truly love their designs. There are many ways to truly like something, and being able to wear or wear their designs and match them with a set of their designs is their favorite way.
Before designers reach a certain level, or they don’t plan to retire, they prefer customers who wear their works rather than customers who buy their works for collection. Clothes and jewelry are meant to be matched with clothes. What’s the point of buying clothes that you don’t wear and jewelry that you don’t wear?
Moreover, for designers, using their works to make people feel good when wearing them or to make good combinations is another indispensable way of promotion.
Any insider should be clear about this. If Song Xuanhe really liked Master McPhail's cufflinks, he would use them in his daily wear instead of hiding them in a collection cabinet.
Song Xuanhe ignored the subtle thoughts of the people around him, but Zhou Nan was very dissatisfied with Jiang Deyi's words. He didn't know the preferences and requirements among designers, but he could feel the atmosphere around him and knew that Jiang Deyi's words had a deep meaning.
"Mr. Jiang." Zhou Nan looked at Jiang Deyi and asked with a smirk, "Why didn't Mr. Hayden Schroeder, who was late for the auction with you last time because of something important, come with you?"
Jiang Deyi's expression changed slightly. Before he could speak, he heard someone say in surprise: "Hayden Schroeder? Hayden Schroeder from the Schroeder family?"
"Which other Schroeder?" Zhou Nan shrugged.
"I think Mr. Zhou has misunderstood. Mr. Schroeder and I just happened to be together at the auction. We were indeed delayed by family matters at the time." Jiang Deyi said calmly, "I know that what happened last time made Mr. Zhou and Mr. Song feel bad about me. If you don't welcome me, I can leave now."
Everyone's eyes turned to Song Xuanhe. Jiang Deyi had already said this much, and if Song Xuanhe didn't say anything, it would be a bit unreasonable.
Song Xuanhe didn't say anything, and the waiter knocked on the door and brought the food, interrupting the silent atmosphere.
Feng Tong glanced at Jiang Deyi and said to the others, "This is what Xuanhe recommended. I heard it tastes very good. Let's all try it. The cufflinks issue is over. If Mr. Jiang still has any objections, he can discuss it with Xuanhe after dinner. What do you think?"
As the birthday boy, Feng Tong's words seemed impartial, but the way he addressed the two parties was clearly indicative of closeness or distance, which clearly showed his stance.
Jiang Deyi forced a smile and said, "Of course, I am sorry for disturbing your interest."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Shenglin blocked the door that the waiter was about to close after serving the dishes. He happened to hear the last two words. When he walked in, he saw Song Xuanhe, who was looking at the door with his chin propped up, and the familiar cufflinks on his cuffs. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Sorry for being late. I just heard you talking about cufflinks. Are you talking about the cufflinks of Master Mai Fei'er that Xuanhe wore on his sleeve today, which he bought on the cruise ship?"
The cufflinks designed by Master McPhail were taken on the cruise ship. Now they should not be worn on Song Xuan’s sleeves?
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, and everyone present focused their eyes on the cufflinks on Song Xuanhe's sleeves, with a somewhat strange expression. If there wasn't the second cufflink of Master McPhail taken on the cruise ship, then the one on Song Xuanhe's sleeve must be the cufflink in Jiang Deyi's mouth.
But, doesn’t this cufflink mean a lot to Jiang Deyi? How come I didn’t notice it was right in front of me?
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