The climber pays - this is the iron law of the fashion industry.

The collaboration between the Margaret clothing brand and the famous painter can obviously rub the "art" to enhance the brand tonality; Andrew Wise, a representative figure of realist painting, has to worry about working with a brand that sells clothes to lower the grade.

So the question is, can the Margaret clothing brand afford to pay the bills?

"Do you know what the Margaret clothing brand made last year? £3,000,000."

At dinner time, Cheryl sat at the table in the Upper East Side villa and said in a disgusted tone.

Andrew Wise had a dramatic career, secretly painting hundreds of nude paintings of his neighbor's wife over the course of fifteen years. And I went to ask the neighbor if I would like me to draw your wife, and the neighbor said it doesn't matter, as long as you don't draw naked.

However, by that time, he had already secretly painted three pictures of his neighbor's wife with her bare ass.

Until the year before last, this guy felt that he was old, and it was a pity to bring the paintings to the grave, so he published a series of *** paintings of the neighbor's wife in Time magazine.

This propelled him to new heights in his art, with his paintings fetching millions of dollars at auction

Cheryl felt that she couldn't afford to climb high, and little Hugo had a bad idea.

Hall shoved the cut steak in front of her: "So I traded £730,000 in cash for a 30% stake in a clothing brand with an annual revenue of £3 million, did I lose or gain?"

"I don't know much about finance, but after three fashion weeks, we received orders for 10,000 magical school uniforms and 60,000 shirts."

Cheryl nodded in acknowledgement, her fingers holding the stem of the goblet and swaying briskly.

"What's the price?"

"The retail price of a magical uniform is £110 per set, and the shirt is £30."

Hall smiled and raised his glass, "Looks like I've earned it, and someone will help Andrew and work together in a way that's acceptable to you."

"Is this an increase from an investor?" Cheryl asked.

Hall's hand in the air froze slightly, shook his head and smiled, "You are becoming more and more mature entrepreneurs."

"I forgot to mention that before Fashion Week, I took over as CEO and Margaret didn't have management skills." Cheryl clinked her glass with him and took a drink, "It's not an easy job, you know, designers need to be emotional, and business is rational."

"Huh?"

"The newspapers say you've made hundreds of millions of dollars from the merger of the century, and the magic uniform is a small investment for you. Based on this, there is no reason why you must agree to me to participate in the promotion of Fashion Week, and there is no reason to pay the price to get Anderson to appease me."

Cheryl propped her chin on the table with one hand, looked him straight at him and said, "Although I do feel a little depressed."

"Flattering, not appeased, your threatening phone call that day reminded me of the fear of being pulled by my godmother's lady when I was a child. But I changed my mind a few hours ago, and helping Margaret to co-brand with Andrew is no longer about pleasing you, at least not all."

Hall earnestly explained.

Cheryl couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth and asked with interest, "Okay, so what do you want now?"

"I need the Margaret brand to grow quickly and have a place in the fashion industry, which may be related to other investments. I haven't figured it out yet, so I'll have to revisit the entertainment industry."

Hall took a sip of wine and frowned in thought.

Sports, culture, fashion, and entertainment are all important parts of the entertainment media field, which is called the closed loop of the ecosystem in the vernaculars of the Internet industry.

Sports Leeds United, Culture signed JK Rowling, if the future is to pay attention to the entertainment industry, fashion naturally can't let go.

"Entertainment?" Cheryl repeated.

Hall didn't have a clue and said casually, "I thought about making a movie to promote Orange Palace."

"Okay, come to the dock? After participating in New York Fashion Week, I will go to Hollywood to discuss endorsement cooperation with celebrities." Cheryl raised an eyebrow.

Hall almost didn't hold on: "Huh?! You can afford to be a celebrity...... belch

I mean I'm going to have to wait until the election is over, you know, to keep a low profile."

Cheryl poured some more wine into her wine glass, and was constantly perfunctory and prevaricated by the same reason, which was really depressing enough.

It would be nice to shoot a magic that takes place in the manor, which can promote both the Palace of Orange and the magic school uniform, and maybe the celebrity endorsement can be solved by the way, which can be called killing three birds with one stone!

Looking at the little man in front of him who was leisurely sprinkling pepper on the steak, the more Cheryl thought about it, the more angry he became, he actually had the heart to fine-tune the taste of the dish.

Thinking of this, I couldn't hold back for a moment, and slapped the table with a "pop".

Hall blinked and put down the spice bottle, "What's wrong?"

"I'll go to the party in a moment, I'll change my clothes first, you can eat quickly."

Cheryl picked up the napple and wiped the corners of her mouth with a bright smile, losing her lipstick embellishment, looking a little haggard.

Hall swallowed back when he spoke, stuffed the steak into his stomach in two bites, walked to the dressing room and knocked on the door and asked, "Is there a dress code?"

"Don't dress up, the party host is a designer, be casual."

The door of the dressing room opened, and Cheryl walked out in a red suspender evening gown, which was studded with broken diamonds and sparkled in the light, no matter how casual she looked.

"Don't be stunned, let the bodyguard driver take a holiday, you drive." She commanded with a wave of her slender arms.

Hall was sweating profusely, helping to lift the corner of his skirt and driving the door, because he was unfamiliar with the road and drove in the wrong block.

It took a long time to arrive at the right place, a four-story villa facing the street, several supercars parked on the side of the street, and a patrol police car standing guard on the corner of the street.

Judging from the pomp and circumstance, this should be a relatively intimate small circle gathering.

As expected, when you walk into the villa, you will see that the guests are all typical designers.

After all, during New York Fashion Week, it is absolutely impossible to miss an embarrassing kick, and it can be said that the four major fashion weeks this month have vigorously rushed a wave of performance for entertainment tabloids.

"Hey, honey, you're finally here."

A young woman with lip and nose studs trotted over and hugged Cheryl for a veneer salute, and the two whispered and bit their ears for a while.

Cheryl flicked her long hair and walked to the bathroom in style.

Hall was about to follow, when the young woman with lip nails bit her lip and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, deliberately lowering her voice to squeeze out a hoarse voice: "Boy, I'll take care of you tonight."

「…… I think you might be misunderstanding something, she's my godmother, we have a good relationship, and she likes to play pranks on me." Hall explained with a polite smile.

He knew that the godmother lady was like a peasant uncle who knew about dung, and he didn't need to use his brain to know that she was playing tricks.

The young woman with the lips studded said with pity written on her face, "I know, I know, Cheryl told me she was your godmother. Don't be sorry for that, I think the caring ladies tonight would like to be your godmothers."

「ah？ What the hell did she tell you?"

Hall's body stiffened, what a tiger and wolf's words, and how it felt like he was going to eat people.

"Don't be shy, come on, you find a place to sit for a while, and I'll come right away."

The young woman with lip nails put one hand on his shoulder, pulled up the collar of his shirt with the other, and lowered her head to imprint a conspicuous red lip mark.