Maybe he came from another world, and his personality was not stained with the good face of a wealthy son. In Du Jiayi's view, face can't be eaten, and agreeing to race cars is just an expedient measure, which is much better than being besieged by a group of people. As for how to solve Lu Chengfeng's matter, we have to think about it in the long run!

If you get into trouble outside, you will inevitably feel a little apprehensive when you go home, which seems to be the normal reaction of every child. Du Jiayi, who returned home, was a little delusional. Sadism, always feeling that something is going to happen today.

"Uncle Zhang, is there something going on at home, why do you feel that my mother is a little weird today?" Du Jiayi took advantage of the free stall to ask the housekeeper at home.

"Young master, it seems that I am going to go to the charity gala, but the lady is not very satisfied with the clothes, and wants the master to accompany me, and then ......"

Zhang Bo didn't say any more, but Du Jiayi could probably guess what was going on. My dad has so many things to do every day, how can he have time to go shopping with his mother, not to mention that if you want to participate in a charity dinner, at least it has to be a dress, and it takes a long time to try it on.

"Jiayi, there will be no activities at night, right?" Yang Guangya was not able to get her wish from her husband, and immediately set her eyes on her son.

"Mom!" Du Jiayi sneered, "The glutinous rice hasn't slipped through today, I'll go right away!" ”

Du Jiayi said, wanting to go out of Lassamo to avoid the limelight. But the glutinous rice seems to have just been full, and he was lying on the ground lazily and unwilling to move, so dozens of catties were not something that Du Jiayi could pull up if he wanted to.

Glutinous rice rubbed the carpet twice, his eyes narrowed into a small slit, glanced at Du Jiayi, looked reluctant, and fell back again.

"When will the glutinous rice not be able to slip away?" Yang Guangya said, "Let Sister Hong take it out when the time comes." ”

"You clean up a little, I'll ask Uncle Zhang to prepare the car, and I just happen to make you a dress, otherwise there will be no new styles at that time, but others will laugh at you!"

Yang Guangya has no way to make her husband's decision, but in front of her son, she can say nothing.

The magic capital is the economic center of the country, and it is a city that never sleeps at night. Rows of high-rise buildings, dazzling lights, and huge outdoor billboards and neon lights fill the city with hustle and bustle at night.

The place where Yang Guangya went was the former concession of the magic capital, which still retains a strong European architectural style, compared to the city center, there are a lot fewer lights, and more of the vicissitudes of Shanghai Beach.

"In two days, it will be Bazaar's charity night, when the celebrity businessmen will gather together, there are many people in the fashion industry, if the dress is inappropriate, the style is not novel, it is difficult to say that it will not be judged by others behind the scenes!" Yang Guangya still has a woman's innate pursuit of clothing and fashion.

The original purpose of the Bazaar Star Charity Night was to raise charity in the entertainment industry, and the celebrities provided some personal collections or commemorative exhibits, and the auction proceeds were used for activities from the mountain.

Of course, that's just the beginning. Just limited to the entertainment industry, not only affects the scale of the event, but also there will be a lot of contradictions between the stars and the stars themselves.

This is also inevitable, with the development of the economy, many things need to be driven by capital, especially in the entertainment industry, where the speed of burning money is not generally fast. The entertainment industry itself also has factors that the business world needs, so the auctions of the last few annual charity nights are full of copper stench.

Of course, it is undeniable that the scale of the Bazaar Star Charity Night is getting bigger and bigger. Being able to get to the top of the charity night auction rankings is not only a consideration of celebrity popularity, but also a good opportunity for wealthy people to show off their financial resources.

Du Jiayi has no natural good impression of this kind of occasion, he is a poor ** silk when he is in another world, and deep in his heart he can't adapt to the life of the rich second generation. If you have money and want to do charity, then you can go straight to it, if you don't believe in the Red Cross, you can also set up your own fund, why bother to show off your feathers on such a platform.

It's not the first time Yang Guangya has come to the store, and she found a small store on the street. There are more than a dozen sets of exquisite cheongsams on display in the store, each of which is very gorgeous and should have been used for the occasion of the party itself.

"Mrs. Yang, come and try on clothes?" An old man with gray hair walked over and whispered.

"Master Dong, I received a call saying that my piece was almost ready, so I came to take a look!" Yang Guangya said modestly, showing very good courtesy.

Du Jiayi noticed that although this old man was sixty or seventy years old, he was in very good spirits, full of energy, and very tough. The most eye-catching thing is that the hands, which are very well maintained and warm as jade, do not look like the hands of an old man, but are unique to the kind of girls who are twenty-eight years old.

"I'll have to try again to settle down!" Master Dong stretched out his hand to guide inside.

The cheongsam in the store has very dense stitch marks, not as rigid as the mass production place, and every stitch and thread feels very spiritual. In particular, the cheongsam is embroidered with patterns, flowers are flowers, and birds are birds, as if they are traditional gongbi paintings, which are very delicate and expressive.

"This shop has a history of more than 100 years, and when it was still a concession, this shop started making cheongsam!" Yang Guangya walked behind and said to Du Jiayi, "It's all good materials, good handwork, if it weren't for the fact that every cheongsam would take a month to complete, I would like to buy a bunch of them!" ”

Du Jiayi twitched the corners of her mouth when she listened, sure enough, women are the same kind of creatures, whether it is a twenty-year-old young aunt or a middle-aged woman like her mother, the feeling of shopping will never fade.

It is not so much that Yang Guangya came to Du Jiayi to buy clothes, but rather to find it for evaluation. Each handmade cheongsam is tailored from the beginning to the final product is to go through two or three try-ons, which is not only to achieve the most perfect fit in the body, but also to allow customers to put forward suggestions for modification at any time, so that the master can modify it. After all, it takes a month, and the amount of renovation work from scratch is very large.

Du Jiayi was sitting waiting for his mother to change clothes and was bored, when Master Dong, who was leading the way just now, suddenly came over.

"Mrs. Yang also asked the store to make a set for Childe before, why don't you take advantage of the free time now and try it?"

Master Dong's smiling appearance makes people naturally have a good impression, but ......

"Master, don't be kidding, this is a cheongsam, I can't wear a cheongsam as a man, right?" Du Jiayi has a picture of you joking and teasing me.

"Blame me for not explaining clearly, Mrs. Yang ordered a handmade suit." Master Dong said with a smile, "When I was young, I made suits in Italy for nearly 20 years, and only then did I inherit my father's business and start making cheongsam. ”

Du Jiayi didn't expect that her mother had already planned it, and she had almost done it, so she had never renovated it. Master Dong was always smiling, and led Du Jiayi to a small studio.