For the citizens of the Demon Capital, this is a normal autumn morning.

In addition to more and more foreign faces, unfamiliar luxury car logos, models with waists and limbs, and hot air balloons floating in the sky...... Don't forget that there are also local TV stations and online media bombarding people with information, all of which are telling the people of the city......

The much-anticipated "Asian Fashion Week Co-organized by the Four Cities" has come to the grandest, most anticipated and most exciting seventh day!

"On the seventh day, the last big show medal, will it be ours?"

Many people have these expectations and questions in their hearts.

It was just 9 o'clock in the morning, and there were already long queues at the four entrances of the Magic City Exhibition Center.

Tender model Weiwei, the 95-point goddess in the eyes of otaku, is holding the billboard of sponsors and fashion week without distinction from other young models at this time. No matter how beautifully she dressed, no matter how many passers-by looked at her, the cold wind was telling her that the real high-class party of the industry was in the tall building of that city landmark.

And she has nothing to do with it.

When resting, holding warm milk tea may bring a touch of comfort. She raised her head and inadvertently bumped into the familiar Boss Xiao Wei, she subconsciously stretched out her hand, but it was too far. How she hopes that the model who accompanied Boss Xiao Wei into the VIP channel would be so good!

"The top industry judges, the best fashion designers, the most influential models, and...... The most luxurious lineup in history! ”

Guo Qing listened to the excited chatter of his male colleague.

She smiled softly.

Any designer in the fashion industry is eager for the precious opportunity to show his face today. Whether it is favored by a large fashion group or appreciated by industry masters, it may be the most wonderful moment in the first half of their lives for these young people who are struggling for a chance to get ahead.

But opportunities are only for a few.

Even Guo Qing, who was selected as one of the BOF500 by the fashion industry, was not eligible to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate on the seventh day. After four days of downturn and magic, both the three East Asian countries as participants and the international team as guests are gearing up to show their skills and shine today!

They must know whether this is the only opportunity in this life, or if they miss it, it is the regret that they will not be able to get out of in the second half of their lives.

The backstage lounge area is huge.

Everywhere there are celebrities in the fashion world from different institutions, magazines and groups. It's more about the glamorous supermodels and the excited designers. Walking through this bustling, warm and extraordinary narrow path, Guo Qing met his best friend Qiu Yunying.

Qiu Yunying seemed to have come out of the defeat on the fourth day.

She was actually wearing the plush clothes of the mascot, holding a hood, and beckoning to Guo Qing excitedly.

"Here!"

"Why are you dressed like this-" Guo Qing laughed.

"Hehe, it's close, you can see it clearly. Today's finale is ...... What about her. ”

Qiu Yunying smirked, trying to hide her inner apprehension with anticipation.

When fashion week is over, it is time for the top management of the Qiu Group to vote for the successor. Geng Jian didn't do a good job, but her performance was quite poor. Clear-eyed people know that what determines the intention of the high-level may no longer be the strength and fame of the returnees and the family faction, but what kind of sensational effect Mr. Qiu can bring to the country this time.

"If it's a blockbuster, for the sake of the surname Qiu, they will most likely choose me, in case something goes wrong......" Qiu Yunying was reluctant, and she finally became a gnawing old clan.

Guo Qing rubbed Qiu Yunying's already untaken short hair.

"Others can't gnaw if they want to gnaw on the old! Don't be cranky, Xiao Yingying! Mr. Qiu, that is an old artist at the level of living fossils, I would rather believe that fashion Zhou stabbed Lou Zi than believe that old man can go wrong-"

"Crow's beak! Looking for a fight! ”

The two girls got into a fight, and soon after they got "bad news".

The assistant sighed.

"The group of fanatical fans who followed Cui Ji before came to cheer again...... And there are more people! The entire west side is occupied by them! There are a lot of cops there to keep order, but I don't think it's working. If so many people make a fuss, who can stop it......"

"Tickets for the last day have already been sold out?"

Qiu Yunying was stunned, and then woke up like a dream, and her teeth itched with anger: "Someone is secretly providing them with tickets!" Is it Korean? Or Dongying people? Check the ticket number and you'll know who's behind it! ”

"I've checked, it's an internal ticket for Europe and the United States." The assistant was slightly apprehensive. "People with so much energy and can get so many internal tickets in Europe and the United States, except for the first goddess of the golden age, I'm afraid I can't find a second person-"

Qiu Yunying and Guo Qing said in unison: "It's Cui Ji!" ”

"Didn't she show us over the next day?" Guo Qing couldn't change his thoughts, and said in surprise: "Why did you suddenly become an enemy?" Today is clearly the home stadium of our host, and it is the finale of Mr. Qiu...... Does she still want to fan dissidents to make trouble? ”

If there was still some excitement and excitement to participate in the grand finale just now, Qiu Yunying is now full of anxiety.

"No, no matter what Cui Ji's purpose is, she must not be allowed to succeed, otherwise Fashion Week will be over! I'm going to find Wei Kun! He must have a way! ”

She hadn't forgotten to put on her bear hood and ran outside in a hurry.

With the wonderful closing ceremony performance brought by the combination of Maadamefigaro and STB, the atmosphere has been set off into a sea of enthusiasm. Several boom lenses captured the scene, and the shoulder-mounted camera was aimed at the faces on the stage, flashing like spring thunder, and the flashing lights were constantly flashing.

Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter

The rhythm of the fast-paced music begins!

A veteran singer from the magic capital, acting as a leafy host, he smiled and said sonorously: "Thank you very much to the organizers for giving me this opportunity to read this long-awaited good news to the audience - jointly organized by the four cities, the 14th Asian International Fashion Week Exhibition, the seventh day, officially kicked off!" ”

Whoa!

Thunderous applause!

As far as the eye can see, there are lights, streamers, and cheering people everywhere, like a lit oil pot, boiling!

The sound that echoed in the field seemed to be a talisman for Qiu Yunying.

"Wei Kun, where the hell are you......"

She stood on her tiptoes and could see the dense crowd that made her feel desperate, and today was the grand finale, and the seats, the aisles, corridors, and observation decks were full of people. In those faces, trying to find Wei Kun was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The first samba girl from Latin America, wearing beautiful clothes intertwined with ethnic characteristics and modernity, has made a stunning appearance in front of the audience and the camera!

This means that today's exhibition has finally begun!

In Qiu Yunying's mind, there seemed to be a countdown to a bomb.

She couldn't figure out Cui Ji's conspiracy, but she was vaguely aware that on this most important day, Cui Ji would definitely not let go of it. So many "fanbases" who follow her politically correct rhetoric are the terrifying forces that can influence Fashion Week.

This force, if used in a positive direction, will be able to push the heat of fashion week to a new climax. But if it was like the second day, or the first few days of the downturn...... She saw many "dignitaries" and also appeared in the VIP table, as one of the most important guests.

No matter where you are, today's exhibition is very important.

Qiu Yunying's eyes widened suddenly.

She guessed!

She finally guessed! But this speculation made her feel a trembling fear!

Gender......

Politics......

Gambling......

"Everyone was treated by her as a fire, and became her personal "fame" like the fire of Olympus!"

"This event, and my father...... will all be victims! ”

"Cui Ji, I want to ruin Fashion Week!"

Qiu Yunying's hole shrank, and she felt so cold.

The mobile phone seemed to have its own ideas and wanted to jump out of Qiu Yunying's hands.

She pressed several wrong numbers and tried to dial her father's number, but she got a busy signal that caused her to slump to the ground......

"Choi Hee - Choi Ji - Choi Ji -"

The sound of the mountain and the tsunami welcomed the arrival of the first model of the golden age.

This cry is like the funeral song of fashion week.

The crowd was a wall that couldn't be crossed, separating Qiu Yunying from the person she cared about the most, and she bit her lip, oozing blood. "This woman must not be allowed to ...... Ruined everyone's efforts! ”

……

Cui Ji stood at the center of the judges' seat.

She has that qualification.

Even France's Frédéric Auberdine and Spain's Ben Barnes, or the Eastern Ei's Kurosawa, South Korea's Lee Myung-jung and Jung Sung-suk, these are the most famous in the industry, and if the world's artistic brilliant diamond masters in the last century have to give up this position for Cui Ji.

Cui Ji represents the glory of a golden age. She is not only the honorary "first super model", but also a symbol that guides countless people forward.

She raised her arms in the air, echoing the cheers of her rabid fans and followers.

"What does Tri-Ji want to do?" Ben Barnes was holding on to his crutches, the old man could no longer see through his former close friend, and he shook his head, "Triki is breaking the rules of the game...... Today's owner is an excellent design team from all over the world, does she want to rekindle her youth when she tries her best to express herself so hard? It's not in order. ”

Auberdine was still tormented by his narrow garment.

The fat man snorted heavily.

"Crazy woman, she doesn't have her share of today's cake—"

"Will Qiu really come?"

"With that old fellow's character, it's going to come. It's just that the "Chinese art" that was once all the rage in Europa, can it still bear the favor of people now? I don't think he's optimistic, he's so irrational, the old antiques should have ended a long time ago. ”

It's not just these masters who are not optimistic.

Even the young designers who were looking forward to Mr. Qiu Banshan's finale showed some doubts.

No one had ever seen the rehearsal of the Qiu Banshan team, let alone any gossip or pictures leaking out, so mysterious that it seemed to not exist at all. It's like an upcoming movie, the more you don't dare to make a big deal about it, the less confident you are.

Everyone present knows that with so many audiences and media, I am afraid that a considerable part of them are coming for the name of Qiu Banshan. This made them, who were supposed to be the protagonists, feel a trace of unhappiness of being ignored.

And without selection and discussion, the finale was given to Qiu Banshan, which is really ...... Is it fair?

Some people with dark minds are already looking forward to a wonderful "godfall".

In the dazzling catwalks and performances, time is like sand in the cracks of the fingers, inadvertently drifting away, and when Cui Ji walks up to the stage with an envelope, she announces to the audience-

"The next performance will be the final finale, and the host, Mr. Qiu Banshan of the Qiu Group, will bring you this wonderful performance!"

Noisy!

The volume of the frenzy has once again been raised to a new level!

The lights go out, the modular stage begins to reassemble, and the fast-paced accompaniment in the darkness heralds the final track!

When Qiu Banshan dressed up, the atmosphere of the audience came to the climax!

"Mr. Qiu!"

"He's really here!"

"A representative figure in the fashion industry and cultural circle in the magic capital!"

Qiu Banshan stood in the light and nodded to the audience with a smile.

But at this moment......

Someone rushed onto the stage and grabbed the microphone!

It was Li Xiying who was embarrassed by public opinion a few days ago and everyone shouted and beaten!

He slapped the microphone heavily, and suddenly suppressed the originally noisy voice. People were puzzled by the arrival of this spoiler, and some people directly expressed their disdain for this stinky guy and turned their heads away.

Li Xiying felt the sword-like gaze, and her heart became more and more painful and distorted. Once upon a time, he was still the pride of the highly sought-after sky!

He plucked up his courage and spoke loudly into the microphone.

"I think...... Qiu's Group's partner, Happy Entertainment, is a sexist and dirty enterprise, and Mr. Qiu not only believed the wrong person, but also made the same mistake! ”

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked.

Qiu Banshan was stunned, and there was a trace of anger on his face.

The reporters held up their voice recorders and video cameras in ecstasy.

Whether it was the audience, the exhibitor team or the judges, they were all stunned by Li Xiying's bold speech, looked at each other, and felt a little inappropriate.

Cui Ji did not give the organizer a chance to round the field.

She took the microphone and walked to the stage as well.

"I don't like this designer, his remarks may be a bit fallacious......" Just when everyone thought she was here to clean up the mess, Cui Ji's next words seemed to drop a super bomb at the convention center.

"The fallacy is that the mistake is not just Mr. Qiu, but the whole of Asian Fashion Week. This fashion exhibition, which is full of objectification, prejudice, and discrimination, makes me feel disgusted......"

Qiu Banshan looked at Cui Ji in shock.

Cui Ji was expressionless, and looked back at Qiu Banshan coldly.

The old man, at first, his fingers trembled, his old face was full of anger, and just as he was about to speak, he actually covered his chest and slowly fell down.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Lee Hee-young stirs up the situation!

Cui Ji bombards Fashion Week!

And Mr. Qiu, as the master of the finale, was so angry that he fell?!

"I feel sorry for Mr. Qiu's body, and at the same time, someone must be responsible for this......"

Cui Ji is like a cold-blooded animal, she doesn't care about Qiu Banshan's life or death at all.

Hatred must have a definite goal, and mad obsession must also have a common enemy.

She had to handpick a more suitable prey, the perfect victim to be associated with Fur, Fashion Week, and the final finale.

If possible, Cui Ji fell in love with Qiu Banshan and Qiu Yunying, but unfortunately, the father and daughter had too much protective power. As a last resort, you can only start with the people they are related to......

Cui Ji fanned her emotions and shouted:

"The chairman of Happiness Mutual Entertainment, the signatory of artist Xiao Hong, Mr. Wei Kun, aren't you ready to apologize to Mr. Qiu, to your peers in the industry, to everyone present, on behalf of Fashion Week?"

The voice fell.

The spotlight is like a dog with a keen sense of smell, accurately and premeditated to find a young man in fancy dress next to the backstage...... Wei Kun!