Chapter 412 The Fashion Circle That Is Hard to Mix

When the glass of the hotel burst, the alarm system was quickly activated, and the security guards and waiters quickly ran towards Ant-Man 3's room from the outside.

Ant-Man, who put away his firearm, quickly disassembled the sniper, took out the lock gun, and shot it on the ceiling of the room window, jumping out directly along the open window.

Gracefully cutting an arc in the air, Ant-Man 3 landed like a monster.

The welcome who had just taken his tip was stunned, and instinctively opened the door of a taxi next to him for this guest.

"Thank you." Ant-Man III generously slipped a fifty-euro ticket into his hand and quickly left in the car.

And this qiē was seen in the air, and Pan Da's demon pupil seed was transmitted back to Shen Ming's glasses.

"What's the afternoon itinerary?" Pin Fan asked while correcting the text at the moment.

"Go to the Paul Hotel in the 14th arrondissement to participate in the private clothing design exhibition of the designer of Nanbang Country Jin Buchang, and after the exhibition, go to the Expo Center to participate in the unveiling ceremony of the fashion label sculpture, but the mayor and celebrities will appear, and the vice president of Hermès wants to talk to you about the cooperation plan alone." Shen Ming looked at the itinerary and checked off the important plans.

In fact, although the itinerary is accurate to the second, it is inevitable that there will be deviations, and then Shen Ming must quickly modify the small plan in the arrangement to the back row to make time for the subsequent major events.

This is not a simple addition and subtraction, and it is no less difficult to control than managing the planes flying from all over the country in an international airport.

"Shorten the time of the dinner and the time of the conversation of the vice president of Hermes, and when the time comes, look at me, and be ready to come forward and talk nonsense and take me away." As he spoke, Pin Fan suddenly looked at Shen Ming and stopped talking, "Shen Ming, are your glasses given to you by Master Di Song?" ”

"No, it's my personal glasses." Shen Ming, who was revising his itinerary, somehow talked about his glasses.

"That's good, come here." Pin Fan hooked his finger to Shen Ming, Shen Ming was obedient like a dog, thinking that Pin Fan had some secret orders, but she took off Shen Ming's glasses, broke them with her bare hands and threw them into the trash, "In the future, never let me see this kind of non-mainstream cheap farmer-style dress, and one more time, it will be you who will be thrown into the trash can." ”

"But then I can't see My.Queen clearly." Shen Ming wanted to cry without tears, but the glasses cost him hundreds of thousands, so they were not stalls.

"If you can't see clearly, go and bring contact lenses, you are an assistant who wants to go out with me and show your face, not a dog with a collar around your neck, you must pay attention to my image." Pinfan's disgusted expression was like eating something dirty.

"Yes, My.Queen......" Shen Ming had already decided to settle the account on the mouse's head.

Shen Ming had no way to continue tracking Ant-Man 3's movements, so he could only let Xiao Yi stare at it, but the death order was that he could only use connected video surveillance, and he was not allowed to get close to the killer.

It didn't take long for Shen Ming to change from the identity of an assistant to a driver, and he drove a black Mercedes-Benz on the road.

Pin Fan always works in a hurry, but in the car, she doesn't read even a single word of the text. She always turned her head to look out the window, looked at the life on the road, looked at their clothes, and felt the vane of fashion.

"What do you think fashion is?" Pin Fan was in a good mood today, and even took the initiative to ask.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what fashion is, in my eyes, whether it's tens of thousands of suits or 20 T-shirts, it's just wrapping fabric, people's value should not be determined by the brand on their bodies, life is equal." Shen Ming replied truthfully.

"Your color is 'white,' which is a rare color." Pin Fan finally smiled, followed Pin Fan for almost a day, Shen Ming still saw her smile for the first time, probably only when she smiled, this Queen looks like a Girl, in fact, fashion is a popular color, everyone has their own color, strict sù black, melancholy blue, clean white, fiery red.

These colors come from people's mood, complexion, and the impact of the current situation on the world.

Designers should be able to see this color, and then use design and fabric to express this mainstream color.

Good colors will be accepted by most people, and they will be extended to more people, this is fashion. "Pin Fan is a person who doesn't like to talk nonsense, but she can't help but say more, probably Shen Ming's clean white, which makes her have a desire to talk, "Since the death of my parents, I have this ability to observe words and colors, the hypocrisy of relatives and friends, the hidden knife in my smile makes me unable to sleep every night and night, and then I took my little brother to start into the society, a factory of tens of thousands of people, there are good people and bad people, all need to see their colors and act."

Fortunately, I have been smooth sailing in society, and it can be said that I have made steady progress.

But the only time I didn't act by color was with the people closest to me. ”

"Are you talking about your own brother?" After Shen Ming asked, he remembered that Pinfan's habit was not to allow his subordinates to ask questions to him.

Fortunately, Pin Fan seemed to have forgotten this rule at this moment, "He is the amber color of freedom, and what he hates the most is restraint and discipline, in fact, I have known it for a long time, but I just want to transform him into what I want, I think he is wrong, I have to choose the future for him, and now that I think back, I also had immature times." ”

"Haven't you tried looking for him?" Shen Ming sighed.

"Don't get too late, I've already answered a question from you, now give me a good drive, and keep your mouth shut." Pinfan's mood is like the weather in the south of the Yangtze River, everything that changes changes, and the heart that opens is sometimes a burst, sometimes just a sentence.

Soon, the Paul Hotel had arrived, and today was an in-house costume show, which was not revealed to the media. So there wasn't even a reporter at the door of the hotel.

Jin Buchang is the most popular top designer in Nanbang Country recently, but he has not been recognized by the mainstream fashion circle outside Southeast Asia, so this time the Nanbang country government helped him use a huge network to host this exhibition in Paris, and widely hire critics in the fashion circle.

Other critics have been reminded to "let him go" that as long as they are merciful in their comments, they can get a lot of benefits, and if they say a few kind words, the benefits will be even more.

Pin Fan also got such a reminder, but Pin Fan's eyes couldn't hold half an ugly grain of sand. After entering the hall, Jin Buchang, a long-legged white-haired uncle, specially communicated with every critic present in English, and the act of bowing and saluting made people wonder if he was a Japanese national.

In the face of this designer who is in his 50s and has not yet broken out of Asia, Pinfan's cold face is a kind of irony in itself.

Poor Jin Buchang was about to kneel down humbly in front of Pin Fan, but Pin Fan just replied, "Hurry up and start, talk to me with your works." ”

Jin Buchang had no choice but to go backstage and watch the models change their clothes in person. Today, he has done his best, and the main body of his display is "the future". When the music plays in the background, tall and slender models in bizarre costumes and strange makeup that even their mothers don't recognize, just walk out.

Whether it is in terms of style or tailoring design, it is almost at the same level as the top designers in Europe, and the level of Jin Buchang has been affirmed by many critics present.

But after only looking at three sets of clothes, Pin Fan couldn't bear to stand up, and walked out of the venue with Shen Ming without looking back.

Jin Buchang, who was watching her react like this in the background, panicked, and hurriedly chased out, and stopped Pin Fanlai in the hall.

"Miss Pin, I don't understand, why don't you read it anymore?" Jin Buchang was actually so angry that he was about to explode, but he still had to suppress his anger and said with a smile on his face.

"Of course, it's because I can't stand it anymore. Your design is really good, if you don't know you're Asian, you'll think you're a European designer. Pinfan frowned, "But this shouldn't be your style, I've seen your previous designs, with a strong oriental charm, no matter which one is better than the current ones, I didn't agree to come and see your design because of the relationship, I'm not so idle, and what you show me is not a fashion show, but a parody show, or a demonstration of how I was bent by mainstream fashion."

The most disgusting thing about dressing is the shirt, and the most disgusting thing about design is imitation, and when you can really be yourself, look for me again, now you, the mentality is not good. ”

"But I'm doing this to get your approval, I've been designing clothes for more than 30 years, and I've always insisted on my own style, but I've never been able to enter the European and American fashion circles, and if I don't change, I'm going to die." Jin is also forced to be helpless.

"If you've been holding on for 30 years, why can't you hold on until you die? Looking at your appearance, you won't live to be 80 years old at most, and you won't be able to survive for 30 years? You've let me down. Pin Fan patted Jin Buchang's shoulder and quickly left the Paul Hotel with Shen Ming.

In just a few minutes, Pinfan ruined Jin Buchang's nearly 2 years of preparation, but saved the design career of the second half of his life. 、

"Where are you going now?" Sitting in the car, Pinfan asked calmly.

"It ended two hours earlier than expected, and I needed a little time to add in on the plans that followed." Shen Ming took out the itinerary.

"No need, take me somewhere." Pinfan took the initiative to change his plan, so he quickly drove away from the Paul Hotel.

The place he wants to go to is not all high-rise places to show all kinds of extreme beauty, but an old-fashioned apartment near the slum, which is a humble residence chosen by many college students, cheap and safe, and importantly, close to the intercity train, where it is easier to go anywhere.

Pinfan also has a room here, which is actually a basement cubicle, and this is also where she and her brother lived when they first arrived in Paris.

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