Rebirth of the rich and powerful

Alejandro took Jiang Yun to meet another well-known design master, Guy.

Guy is French, born with French romance and laziness. He wears loose clothes full of post-modern artistic atmosphere, and his hair is full of thin snow-white waves. Although he is not young, he looks younger than him. Young people are more fashionable.

"You are Adonis from the East!" said Guy. "Very suitable, very suitable."

Adonis is a famous handsome man in ancient Greek mythology.

Jiang Yun didn't respond yet, but the old man Alejandro became inexplicably proud: "I told you, he is definitely the most suitable!"

"That's true," Guy nodded repeatedly, "this child has a neutral beauty, softer than ordinary male models, and more powerful than female models."

He unceremoniously pulled Jiang Yun to look around and commented.

...Jiang Yun felt that he didn't like this kind of praise very much.

"However, fittings are still required. Of course, I can make the decision and go directly to the final round of interviews." Guy said.

"Interview!" Alejandro said angrily, "That's not what you said."

"Of course I think there is nothing wrong with this kid, he is definitely the most suitable candidate," Guy opened his throat at Alejandro, "But I also need to convince other people that the interview is definitely the best and most The easy way!"

Unlike Alessandro, he has the right to absolute freedom in Percy. Even if he is a well-known design master, he still cannot escape the control of the art director, CEO, and board of directors.

Alejandro said to Jiang Yun with sarcasm: "I'm sorry, I forgot that the old guy is just a weak and incompetent wretch. Let's leave now. He can't make the decision anyway."

"You think everyone is as lucky as you!" Guy yelled at Alessandro angrily.

In a blink of an eye, he turned into a strange old man who kidnapped children again, and said to Jiang Yun: "I heard that you have your own brand? I have a strong network in Paris Fashion Week, and Paris is much more tolerant than Milan. You'll love it there."

"Milan is the vanguard of fashion!" Alessandro exclaimed.

"But we are the last big show, and Paris Fashion Week lasts for a full month, how about you in Milan? It's less than a week!" Guy retorted proudly.

The opening sequence of the four major fashion weeks is New York, London, Milan, and Paris.

Two old men who add up to nearly two hundred years old started a childish bickering meeting.

After arguing for nearly half an hour, there was only one chicken feather.

Alejandro took Jiang Yun angrily and prepared to leave, and he did not forget to say: "Young man, you have to remember that Milan is the place where fashion and business are perfectly combined, Paris? That's just a noisy star It's just a banquet."

"It's a pity that our influence in the world is much greater!" Guy still chased after him and shouted loudly before giving up.

Alejandro turned and gave him the middle finger.

"It seems that I should respect that kid Yan Mo more, after all, he respects art more!" Alejandro was still in the lingering anger of the quarrel, "It's not like this unlucky old man, even his show Can't be the master."

Jiang Yun didn't mind at all. He had gone through too many interviews in his previous life, and he often had to go through the second, third, or even more interviews from the first interview before he could meet the designer himself.

"I don't care," Jiang Yun said, "Thank you for speaking for me, but I don't mind the interview."

"Are you tempted by Paris Fashion Week?" The old man raised his beard.

"Paris Fashion Week is of course very good, but Milan is the most avant-garde place." Jiang Yun quickly complimented the old man.

The old man stroked his beard: "Forget it, I understand too——If the old guy contacts me, I will notify you."

Jiang Yun thanked him sincerely.

Two days later, Ju Yi invited Jiang Yun to come over for an interview.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the scene, Jiang Yun couldn't help frowning, why did he meet Yan Jian again?

The arrogant young man was wearing a men's cheongsam similar to a Japanese manga character, revealing most of his long white legs and a cold white neck raised high.He held a Japanese-style folding fan in his hand, and when he saw Jiang Yun, he snorted forcefully from the back of his nose, then raised his head even higher, and looked aside arrogantly.

Jiang Yun, who was greeted by Ju Yi himself, said apologetically, "You were the only one here for the interview today. For some reason, the art director suddenly inserted another Oriental."

"I understand." Jiang Yun nodded without saying anything.

Originally, he was somewhat dispensable to this interview, but he just hoped to have another friend in the fashion circle, but now, seeing that arrogant statement, his fighting spirit suddenly rose.

He is not willing to lose to such a guy.

This time there are only three people in charge of the interview: the designer Guy, the art director, and a gentleman from the board of directors.

Because it was the most important finale model interview, the scene was naturally different.

"I still don't understand why a man is selected for a women's fashion show, and he's also Asian." The gentleman on the board of directors spread his hands disapprovingly, "Even though the market over there is huge, they can only afford cheap department store clothes. Won’t currying favor with them lower the tone of our brand?”

"Japan is also a very important luxury market now," the art director said to the board of directors in a low voice, "I respect Guy's idea, but I prefer Japanese models. It is said that the child is a Japanese nobleman. You know, they are from their own country. I really like this."

Mr. Board shrugged contemptuously.

Guy couldn't help retorting: "The most important thing is the artistic effect, not just any Asian can be the finale!"

"That kid will satisfy you," the art director waved his hand indifferently, "No matter how good the artistic effect is, if no one pays for it, it's useless."

Guy hammered his thigh angrily, and said, "No matter what, I hope you can make a fair evaluation."

"I've always been fair, not as emotional as you are." The art director replied to him.

"Okay, okay, let's meet these Asian kids as soon as possible, I still have a meeting in the afternoon." The gentleman on the board of directors urged impatiently.

Yan Jian was the first to come up.

He was wearing the finale costume of this show, which was a neutral dark-colored robe with a high collar and long sleeves. Like the ravings of a devil, with a depraved beauty.

Yan Jian's temperament was inherently cold and arrogant. His facial features were delicate, but he always liked to look at people with squinting eyes. His white and slender neck was raised high like a proud swan, maintaining a Elegant but always feel a little tired arc, his bangs are a bit long, slightly covering his eyebrows and eyes, like a gloomy nobleman who has lived in a towering castle for a long time and never sees the sun all day long.

However, Guy, who was sitting at the judging table, had to admit that this Japanese model does have some different qualities, and his beauty can indeed complement the clothes.

Although the art director cares more about the market, his vision is not too bad.

The gentleman on the board of directors had been looking at his watch impatiently. When Yan Jian came out, he couldn't help but sit up slightly and whistle softly: "What a lovely child, look at that fragile and delicate child. Temperament, if you can make him hang down his neck softly..."

He let out a deep sigh.

The art director raised his eyebrows proudly at Ju Yi.

Guy snorted coldly and asked the gentleman on the board: "Will you see the next one?"

"No, no, wait first." The gentleman on the board of directors shook his hand, then patted Yan Jian twice with his fat and flushed hands: "You are so beautiful, what's your name?"

"Yan Jian." Yan Jian replied, his voice was clear, and his Italian with a foreign accent was as mellow as an opera.

"It doesn't look like a Japanese name." The gentleman on the board chatted with him kindly.

"I have half Chinese blood," Yan Jian replied, "My mother is a Japanese nobleman."

"Great identity!" The gentleman on the board of directors clapped his hands again exaggeratedly.

A simple and reserved smile.

The art director also smiled triumphantly.

After chatting for a while, the gentleman on the board said: "You can leave first, we will contact you later."

Hearing what he said, it seemed as if it had already been settled.

Guy put on a stern face very unhappy, and protested seriously like the Mr. of the board.

"Don't you think that child is cute?" The gentleman on the board of directors smiled, "It's like those old nobles who are still living in the old days. I like children like that, you know, my grandfather's grandfather took part in the great battle to take the Bastille, and the blood and crying of those poor old nobles always makes people excited."

The art director couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes, this old pervert.

"Let's look at the next one, although it doesn't matter if he leaves directly." The gentleman on the board said.

Jiang Yun stood behind the door, took a deep breath, and then opened the door to go in.

He was wearing the same clothes as Yan Jian, with a dark gray robe and a skirt decorated with dark purple iris, his hair was combed back to reveal a smooth and full forehead, and his eyes were shining like The morning star rising from the bottom of the sea, with the brilliance of the morning sun.

The gray robe is not his shackles, but the sea before dawn that is holding up the foam in the sea, and the purple vetiver iris seems to feel the fragrance of the morning dew, blooming with joyful arcs.

Jiang Yun walked towards the three of them step by step, just like Aphrodite born in the rising bubble, even though he has black hair and brown eyes, even if he has an oriental face completely different from the ancient Greek gods, It still seems to be covered with sunshine.