Since he is going abroad to receive the award, he naturally has to wear it, although Guo Dalu doesn't want to get involved in the thunderstorm, but since the old man asked him to accompany him this time, he has to help out with reason.

When Chinese people attend important foreign parties, it is natural to focus on Chinese style, especially for this kind of formal and serious party, the exaggerated clothing style in the entertainment industry must be completely abandoned, and Chinese style must be given priority.

In Guo Dalu's view, the clothes that best represent the charm of China are naturally the tunics!

There is no character of Mr. Zhongshan in this world, so there is no Zhongshan suit, and in Guo Dalu's eyes, a decent Zhongshan suit is very capable of enhancing the wearer's spirit, and it is also rich in the unique charm of Chinese aesthetics.

The fashion designers Lei Yu was looking for were all a little inferior, and they couldn't integrate the Chinese style into the design at all, but looked nondescript, lacking a sense of solemnity and heavy heritage.

Seeing that Lei Yu kept trying on these clothes, Guo Dalu looked uncomfortable.

Don't look at Guo Dalu himself, he doesn't care about dressing up, but his aesthetic taste is super first-class, good or bad, you can tell at a glance.

In order not to offend his eyes, Guo Dalu simply put forward the idea of helping Lei Yu design clothes.

At first, Lei Yu said that he would not believe anything, but in fact, if he was someone else, he would not believe it.

You Guo Dalu can write books, shoot films, write poems, songs, paint and calligraphy, do you even know how to design clothes? In this case, God will inevitably favor you too much!

But Guo Dalu will!

After he designed the style of the clothing, he immediately asked people to register the copyright of the style of the clothes, and then asked the tailor to tailor the suit for Lei Yu and made a Zhongshan suit.

In fact, the tunic is slightly changed, the collar is changed to a vertical double-layer, the outside is dark, the pure white lining, the buttons are slightly smaller, and the details are slightly changed, and a person's spirit can be highlighted.

Especially although Lei Yu is over sixty years old, he is still in good shape, basically not out of shape, after wearing the Zhongshan suit specially designed for him by Guo Dalu, the kind of scholarly anger of the Chinese literati and the calm temperament accumulated over the years are extremely obvious to show.

Lei Yu's daughter Lei Mengmeng is actually a fashion designer, but she is best at women's clothing design, and she is a little bad at men, but her appreciation level is extremely high, when she saw Lei Yu standing in front of her in a tunic suit, Lei Mengmeng was stunned: "Great! Dad, you are simply handsome! You are born to fit such clothes!"

Lei Yu looked at himself in the mirror, and felt very satisfied, the old man was very surprised to glance at Guo Dalu next to him, "Dalu, you have this skill, you can't go anywhere hungry! Then why do you have to kill pigs at home for a living? Doing clothing design is more expensive than killing pigs for you!"

Guo Dalu said: "At that time, I didn't know how to design clothes, except for kung fu, I could kill pigs! The lawyer couldn't do it anymore, and kung fu couldn't be exchanged for money, so he could only kill pigs and sell meat." ”

Lei Mengmeng looked incredulous, "It is impossible to design excellent styles without relevant professional learning and training, Guo Ye, when you look at your design, it must be the master of the clothing design industry, it doesn't look like an amateur's handiwork at all!"

Guo Dalu didn't bother to explain, "Who am I? I am Guo Dalu! You use common sense to measure the Sprinkle family, which is in itself an insult to me!"

Lei Mengmeng nodded in agreement, and looked at Guo Dalu with admiration, "Yes, I forgot your identity! Sure enough, you are worthy of my idol, no matter what you do, you are world-class!"

Lei Yu frowned and scolded: "Go go, what kind of is there! What is there to worship a guy like Guo Dalu? Besides, he already has a wife!"

Lei Mengmeng smiled and said, "What's wrong with having a wife? Can't you like him if you have a wife?"

Thunderstorm: "...... Is there a shame on you?"

Wang Xiaolu laughed when she watched from the side, she was heartbroken, "Mengmeng, do you like this guy?

Lei Mengmeng said: "Don't, idols are only suitable for watching, not for owning! Once you have it, you will immediately become a mortal with many shortcomings, hehe......"

Guo Dalu glared at Lei Mengmeng angrily, "Do you still want to live in my house?" Believe it or not, I'll kick you out?"

Lei Mengmeng stuck out her tongue and took Wang Xiaolu's hand, "Xiaolu, take care of your husband!"

Guo Dalu: "......"

After deciding on the costume, I got a few different clothes, and everything was finally ready, just waiting for the award time.

It's just that the award ceremony is in March, that is, in the second month of the lunar calendar, and the time is still early.

But early preparation is better than temporary blindness, after all, this is a very important award, the country attaches great importance to it, and there is no room for sloppiness.

Since there is still such a long time, let's wait at home.

During this period, the postponed release of "The Terminator" began to decline at the box office, but when it came to the New Year, another wave broke out.

"Alas, firecrackers are not allowed here, what's the point of this New Year?"

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Guo Kaishan walked around the yard with his hands behind his back, while Wang Xiaolu, Wang Chunmei, Guo Yunxia, Guo Yunqiong and others in the room were making dumplings around the table, and Lei Mengmeng was beating flour canes for Song Qian with a floury face, and the laughter continued.

It's the Chinese New Year, and the chefs and security guards at home have also gone home, and now it's up to the Guo family to cook or something.

Song Qian didn't go home this year, she has a younger brother at home, and recently he has been asking her for money, building a house, marrying a daughter-in-law, and asking her brother-in-law to marry a daughter-in-law, and even her sister-in-law is short of money, so she also asks for it. Song Qian was in a very unhappy mood, so she simply hid in Guo Dalu's house.

"Xiaoqian, come here!"

Wang Chunmei put her hands together, a round belly, like a little fat pig-like dumplings were pinched by her, she put the dumplings on the board, and looked at Song Qian, who was fighting, "It's not a problem for you to hide like this!"

Song Qian stopped playing and walked over dressed in flour, "What if you don't hide? I've sent more than 3 million yuan to my family, this money is enough for everything in the countryside, right? They are always not satisfied now, and now my brother is going to come to the capital to be my agent, and he wants me to buy him a house in the capital, how can I have such a great ability? I'd better hide it first!"

Guo Yunxia raised her eyebrows and said: "Your younger brother is strangled to death! Your parents are really, this is too eccentric!"

Song Qian shook her head and said: "My parents are very good, if they treat me badly, I won't be able to go to the conservatory at all, and the money I spent going to school was scraped together, which is not easy!"

She sighed, her face full of sadness, "It's just that my younger brother can't help him up, he just graduated from elementary school, he doesn't understand anything, he can't speak Mandarin, what do you say he can do when he comes to the capital? Is the agent so easy to be? Besides, I am a contracted employee of Tianxi Film and Television, and the agent is equipped by the company, how can I have the right to designate?"

"My family is better, I can help if I can, but the people in the village are also looking for me to borrow money, and some people who can't beat me also come to me to borrow, I don't know them!"

Song Qian was a little sad, "I donated one million to the village to repair the road, they are still too little, what do you say I should do?"