Chapter 208 Velléa Show Part 2
Xie Qingyu's prediction was indeed accurate, or in other words, his assessment of his own value was spot on.
Even if I just sat quietly in the corner, all kinds of business cards still came in, and artists who wanted to make friends also came up to me one after another to chat.
No matter who he faces, he can handle it flawlessly, and his every move makes people feel like spring breeze.
It doesn't matter whether the other party truly appreciates it or is just pretending to be appreciative. Once word of mouth spreads, his goal has been achieved.
As for whether it can bear fruit in the future, that is the area that Hu Xuan needs to worry about.
Artists are responsible for showing their charm, and agents are responsible for negotiating details. This is the most basic rule of cooperation in the industry.
What surprised Xie Qingyu a little was that designer Alan actually came to her again.
Regardless of the considerations, being able to have a private communication with the designer on such an occasion is in itself a recognition of Xie Qingyu's fashion taste.
This is especially important in the fashion circle where people are very demanding. Traffic is just the lowest threshold for entry, and the inner workings are far more complicated than what appears on the surface.
Even if Alan's action cannot immediately make people in the circle look at Xie Qingyu with admiration, at least they will not simply and crudely classify him as an outsider.
"Your perspective is very unique." Alan shook his wine glass and looked at the boy in front of him with burning eyes.
Of course, he knew that the brand had the intention to cooperate with the other party, but as a high-end luxury brand, there were many artists in the "investigation period", but only a few of them could finally reach a cooperation.
The industry never considers this as "slipping away" and calls it "two-way choice".
Even the artists who eventually signed contracts rarely interacted with Alan. As the brand's core designer, business negotiations were never within his scope of responsibility.
What's more, most of the artists who came to cooperate had nothing in their heads and relied on rote memorized routines to deal with the situation. They even thought it was a waste of time to give a perfunctory performance.
But the young man in front of him was completely different. He had interesting conversation, unique insights, and even had a wonderful resonance with him on some design concepts.
This unexpected feeling of having found a soulmate really surprised him.
Alan calmly took a sip of his wine, thinking that the brand might have really struck gold this time.
A partner with both commercial value and artistic perception is a scarce resource in the fashion circle.
The conversation between the two of them gradually became more lively. Alan's attitude became noticeably more relaxed, and his words became more casual.
Xie Qingyu understood that this was a signal that the other party was beginning to include him in their circle of friends.
In this circle, the most taboo thing is to talk about deep things with someone you just met. Alan's relaxation at this moment means that he at least recognizes Xie Qingyu's taste and insights.
Even if he was only categorized as being on the fringes of the designer social circle, it was already an unexpected gain for Xie Qingyu at the moment.
He raised his glass to signal the other party and took a sip of the orange juice in the glass.
The ingredients for this kind of high-end dinner are naturally top-notch. Although Xie Qingyu couldn't figure out the taste, it was indeed sweeter and more refreshing than ordinary fruit juice.
Alan's eyes fell on Xie Qingyu's cup, and he suddenly chuckled: "Little friend?"
He looked at the contradictory combination in front of him with interest. He spoke maturely and had unique insights, but there was still a hint of youthfulness in his eyes and eyebrows.
This keen sense of fashion can probably only be explained by natural talent.
As an industry legend who climbed from an apprentice to the position of chief designer of Velléa at a lightning speed, Alan admires this kind of young genius with extraordinary charisma the most, because he himself is one.
Xie Qingyu put down his wine glass, raised his eyes slightly and said, "You're not yet an adult."
There was a hint of helpless smile in his tone.
He was secretly at a loss for words. Why was everyone so interested in the drink in his glass?
MCray, who had just watched Alan come over and leave tactfully, was like this, and now even Alan was staring at his orange juice.
Shouldn't this designer's perspective be the fashion field?
How come you don't even let go of such trivial details?
Not yet an adult?
Alan keenly grasped this key word and took the initiative to ask, "Is it this year or next year?"
Although he has the information of the artists he wants to work with, he is too lazy to look at it carefully.
He only vaguely remembered that Xie Qingyu's information said he was 17 years old, which was why he reacted immediately when the general manager mentioned it, and even made an exception to take the initiative to come forward and talk.
After all, the other artists were introduced by the general manager.
He has always disdained to waste time on unimportant people and things.
However, the young man in front of him, with whom he was having a pleasant conversation, was obviously a different matter.
When Alan heard Xie Qingyu's answer, his blue eyes lit up slightly. After pondering for a moment, he asked for the first time:
"Will I be invited to the coming of age ceremony, Jade?"
Xie Qingyu met the other person's gaze, smiled slightly and nodded: "Of course, if you like."
He deliberately spoke with 70% certainty, leaving the other party enough room for maneuver.
After all, whether or not to attend the coming-of-age ceremony depends entirely on the other party's wishes. If you make a final statement now, if the other party changes their mind by then, it will seem like you are forcing them - even if the invitation was originally made by Alan.
In Xie Qingyu's opinion, the thinking patterns of people in the fashion circle are often different from those of ordinary people, and they cannot be guessed by ordinary social norms.
When dealing with this type of people, the safest way is to always leave some room for the conversation, giving the other party a way out and leaving a way out for yourself.
Xie Qingyu's straightforward agreement made Alan's eyes flash with joy.
He leaned forward slightly and clapped his hands together. "I'll definitely be there. If you haven't decided on your coming-of-age dress yet, why not let me design it? Of course, that's assuming you're willing to have a designer friend."
He knew too well the weight of this promise, but Xie Qingyu's way of dealing with people really caught his eye, and he was willing to help him.
Isn't there an old saying in the land of flowers? A thousand gold coins can't buy what you love.
The foreigner was very direct in his words, but Xie Qingyu was only slightly startled before smiling softly, "If you don't mind having another artist friend."
His voice was soft, but sincere.
Before the dinner, Hu Xuan had done some research on him. The Velléa chief designer, still in his early thirties, was a significant figure in the fashion world. Having such a mentor was undoubtedly a perfect stepping stone to success.
However, sincerity returned sincerity. Xie Qingyu did intend to guide the topic at first to make the other party interested in him and pave the way for himself, but the subsequent conversation was not just based on interests.
Otherwise, how could Alan, who has seen countless people, regard him as a close friend?
Even if one is only three points sincere, one must act twelve points sincere - this is the skill that Xie Qingyu honed when he reached the top in another world.
As for whether we can become close friends in the future, who can say for sure now?
Who wouldn't be dancing in a mask on such an occasion? Even Alan wasn't entirely without a performance element.
"I will make Yu shine at the coming-of-age ceremony." Alan said with certainty. His arrogance has always been proportional to his talent.
Xie Qingyu just smiled and said nothing, but picked up the wine glass again and gently clinked it with the other party.
The red wine and orange juice ripple in the crystal glass wall, seemingly distinct, but under the refraction of light, they present a beautiful halo of instantaneous blending.
After the dinner ended, Hu Xuan returned to the nanny car and turned to look at Xie Qingyu, who was browsing messages on her phone, with an unconcealable smile on her lips:
"Did you have a good chat with designer Alan?"
When she looked at it from a distance just now, it was more than good-looking. The designer who always looked down on others was laughing so hard that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.
Sure enough, with the charm of our own artists, people will come to us even if we don’t take the initiative. If we really work hard to build relationships, it will be easy to win them over.
Xie Qingyu's side is progressing smoothly, and her subsequent work naturally comes to fruition. This kind of tacit understanding of mutual support has made everything go smoothly for Hu Xuan since she took Xie Qingyu in.
Thinking of the brand general manager's hint of cooperation intention just now, the smile on her face deepened a little.
Xie Qingyu nodded and replied, "Not bad."
It can't be said that they got along very well. After all, he was trying to please her by speaking in a way that would appeal to her preferences.
But to be fair, it is indeed comfortable to get along with each other. The most important thing is that the other party does not have the "old Deng style" of those who have been in high positions in the circle for a long time.
That kind of disgusting greasy feeling is too common among those in power in the industry, especially those male executives, nine out of ten of them are like this.
After briefly explaining the content of the conversation with Alan, Xie Qingyu specifically mentioned the matter of the coming-of-age dress. Such matters have always been handled by Hu Xuan, so they naturally have to be reported in advance.
When Hu Xuan heard that Alan had volunteered to design the dress, her eyes lit up, and she naturally would not interfere.
She was already calculating in her mind, and began to think about how much this relationship could increase Xie Qingyu's business value.
Here, Xie Qingyu was checking in with his teammates about the game situation during his absence.
Rio won the championship and third place in the 100m sprint and 110m hurdles finals respectively, with outstanding results.
You Jinchao won the runner-up in the rope skipping competition, which was really unexpected. No one thought that this kid was so good.
Bai Lang's fencing match was a foregone conclusion. He successfully defeated Xu Tingwu, a member of the AUR5N team who had made Ding Zai run around in circles in the preliminary round, and secured the gold medal.
In comparison, Ding Zai's wrestling final result was not satisfactory.
Facing many strong opponents, he ultimately failed to make it into the top three.
However, judging from the situation described by his teammates in the group, Ding Zai had indeed tried his best.
Competitive sports are like this; each team is aiming for medals, and it is impossible to win in every event.
While we were chatting, Lu Chuan, the creative mentor during the audition, sent a message.
Xie Qingyu couldn't help but smile when she saw the familiar sarcastic tone between the lines. She didn't know what Teacher MC had done, but it seemed that Teacher Lu was really angry.
The content of the message was apparently about a private gathering, but in reality it was about discussing cooperation.
This matter was mentioned as early as the night of the group's formation, but Xie Qingyu's schedule was too full, and he might not be able to spare even the last two days. The earliest he could arrange it would have to wait until the recording of "TOP IDOL" was completed.
It's always been others who wait for me, but you're quite the jerk, making me wait for so long time and time again (calm and collected.jpg)
Looking at this message, Xie Qingyu knew that Lu Chuan was not really angry, at most he was just complaining.
However, it was indeed he who kept procrastinating on this matter. It was already considered extremely tolerant of Mr. Lu, who was known for being "stingy", to have waited until now to urge him.
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Probably knowing that Xie Qingyu was really busy, after he sent a cute emoticon in reply, Lu Chuan didn't bother him any further. He just reminded him not to forget about it and then logged off.
After replying to all the messages, Xie Qingyu leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Hu Xuan gently reminded: "Remember to take the medicine before going to sleep when you return to the hotel."
The prescription written by Dr. Kang had already been boiled and sealed in the clinic. She specifically asked Yuanyuan to take it back and put it in the refrigerator.
Fortunately, the suite they stayed in was equipped with kitchen facilities, which made it very convenient to heat up the food.
Xie Qingyu nodded slightly.
Although I feel that I am fine, as a patient I should still follow the doctor's advice carefully.
Now that you have decided to take care of your body, you naturally cannot give up halfway.
For safety reasons, the car arrived at the hotel and Hu Xuan and his group sent Xie Qingyu to the door of the suite before leaving.
After entering the door, Xie Qingyu took off his backpack and breathed a sigh of relief. Today's work finally came to an end.
I glanced at the time. It was almost midnight, which was still early.
The teammates each have their own announcements and have not returned yet.
After taking out a bag of Chinese medicine from the refrigerator, heating it up and taking it, Xie Qingyu quickly washed up.
When he lay down on the bed, he did not forget to put the medicine bag given by Dr. Kang under his pillow.
Perhaps it was due to psychological effects, but not long after I closed my eyes, my consciousness gradually became blurred.
In the hazy light, I seemed to see a small green fish swimming freely following the spot of light...
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