The two men sat down opposite the desk, and Benjamin turned on the intercom: "Loli, pour me and Mr. Wallace a cup of coffee." This is a minimum politeness.

"No, just give me a glass of water." Tom pointed to his mouth, shook his head with a wry smile.

"Okay, a cup of water, a cup of coffee. That's it."

The secretary came in and out, putting the water and coffee on the table: "So, I know you have been dating Rococo from the Kennedy family..."

"We're separated!"

"What a pity, you are born with a couple!" Benjamin frowned in annoyance: "I'm sorry, please accept my apology. No matter what you have done, I shouldn't talk to you in such a tone."

"Actually, I should be sorry. Because of my reasons, I have brought great harm to you, Miss Benjamin, Madam Benjamin, and of course, your family. I must not make a request to you to forgive me. I just hope..."

Benjamin waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to do so. He continued: "Tell me your purpose for coming here today. I have a busy time, not prepared to listen to your apology."

"Okay." Tom was not polite either: "I know that your "vogue" company rented the banquet hall of the Four Seasons Garden Hotel on Valentine's Day. I think, I hope you can get your consent to allow me to conduct a commercial activity in the right time between the Chanel product launch conference you held. I know how presumptuous my request is, but believe me, I will follow the corresponding price..."

The old man interrupted him for the second time: "Mr. Wallace, I don't know how you think of me, and I'm in charge of the vogue magazine, which I wrote. Maybe you think it's just a small, unknown publisher like the New York Post, with no sales or advertising revenue at all, and the Wallace family's alms to keep the daily operation. But the fact is, I'm responsible for the work of the theme version of vogue, don't say I don't agree to your request. Even if I agree, do you really think Chanel will promise another business event to participate when their cosmetics are launched every year?"

"Mr. Benjamin, maybe..."

"I think our conversation will end here."

"Mr. Benjamin...," Tom ignored Benjamin's exorcisive meaning. The words: "I absolutely do not disrespect you, and I mean to vogue magazine. I just want to say that this cooperation will definitely be very effective! You know, I am not a very professional lady clothing expert like you, but the picture books I brought this time can really make you..."

“…………”

"Okay." Wallacemond stood up without taste: "I'm sorry, no. Can work with you. What's even more regrettable is that you can't appreciate the design drawings that can shock the world even in my opinion. Trust me, Mr. Benjamin, this is the most regrettable decision you have ever made."

Mr. Benjamin did not take his provocation at all: "Believe me, Mr. Wallace, until now, or even for a long time to come, I will not regret my decision."

With a passion, he came, but was kicked out in shame. There is no need to mention Tom's depression! Of course, he would not be kind enough to help Ai Fei put his work on "vogue" magazine, but just wanted to complete the task he had entrusted. Now that he could not even achieve such a goal, he didn't dare to face the disappointed and annoyed face of his client!

Back in a dirt-stricken return to the company, Sandy McLaren brought him the second bad news: "The modeling matter has not been resolved! Because Valentine's Day is approaching, some merchants and large stores are going to carry out some promotions. Some of the decent actors who can be contacted such as the New York State Ballet were ordered in advance! This does not include Chanel, Estee Lauder, Prada and other big brands are also going to launch their new main products on Valentine's Day. These factors have also led to the shortage of models.

Tom was not even angry. At this moment, his heart was filled with frustration! He never thought that there would be such a moment - the business contract he received would not be completed one day? It was his own factor?! Looking at the sky outside, he picked up the phone.

After hearing what happened to him a day, Ai Fei frowned: "Are there not a single one?"

"What?"

“Do I have a model or a place where we can hold ceremonies and events?”

"Uh... If Mr. Ike can relax the requirements, I think the location problem is relatively easy to solve." This time Tom didn't dare to say enough again, leaving room for himself: "However, I have to wait until my colleagues and I continue to find a suitable location for you. As for the model..."

"Um?"

"There should be some, right?" Tom was a little incoherent: "However, for some occasions, some models that may not be suitable should be found."

Ai Fei smiled coldly on the phone: "Mr. Wallace, I am grateful for everything you did today. However, I always believe that as long as the contract is signed, your company will be responsible for the funds stipulated in the contract! If any of the problems arise, I am sorry, it is not my problem! I don't want to complete the work that should have been done by you. So, I can't and don't want to listen to your complaints."

"Dog bastard!" Tom cursed fiercely in his heart: "Okay. I will complete our work as agreed in the contract."

"Is there anything else?"

"there is none left."

"Goodbye." Ai Fei immediately hung up the phone.

Listening to the blind voice coming from the microphone, Tom could no longer control his emotions and violently smashed the phone to the wall!

Ai Fei would not consider the anger of the American collaborators. He has more of his own work! He spread out the drawing board on the desk and started to continue his creation - the comics cannot be stopped! Not only because of domestic needs, but even though Fuji Takeuchi did not mention the subsequent works in his letter, as the president, he cannot relax in this matter. Another reason is to keep a reservation of the unique creative style of comics by continuing to create. He doesn't want to be a designer for a while and forget how to draw a comics!

The United States is indeed a relatively developed country with relatively economic development. Not to mention anything else, the quality of the colored pens used to draw pictures is much better than that of Japan. It is very labor-saving to operate, the lines are smoother, and the author masters much faster. Use a pencil to roughly draw the plot, and the remaining coloring is very simple. In less than two hours, the three stories have drawn several of them and looked at them under the lamp: Well, fortunately, they have not lost their usual level.

After moving his cold hands and feet for a while, Ai Fei secretly scolded himself for being stupid, and there was a fireplace to keep warm, so why bother to keep himself cold?

Walking to the storage room downstairs, turning on the light switch, Ai Fei shouted in Chinese: "**!"

It turned out that the 500 picture albums he had placed in the storage room were bitten by rats! Oh, Ai Fei hurried over and opened the cardboard box. Don't mention the tragic situation inside! There were tattered pieces of paper everywhere, and black rat shit everywhere! Damn, these hateful rodents took my box to the main owner? They hurriedly moved the box upstairs. Fortunately, the damage was lighter than he thought. There were only about 20 books on it and the ones under it were bitten, and the ones below had not been destroyed. It was a blessing in disgrace.

No, I can't put it here anymore. The smell of ink is nothing to humans, it's a rare delicacy for mice, right? I walked around the room with a box in my arms, and finally placed it on the bed in the bedroom upstairs. Now he just hopes that Tom will take these albums away quickly, so that he won't cause trouble for himself anymore.

After such a lot of trouble, he no longer had creative work and sorted out the bedding. Ai Fei lay down and fell asleep in a daze.

Although the venue and model matters have not been resolved for the time being, the publication problem is no problem. So, Tom personally led Sandy to Lesing Street. He said a brief greeting to Ai Fei, and Tom explained his purpose and wanted to take the album away.

Ai Fei moved the cardboard box from the upstairs and handed it to Sandy, scratching his head a little embarrassedly: "This time the print... has been reduced by 24 copies because of some annoying little animals, but I think we didn't prepare a list of 500 people, right?"

Tom immediately understood: "Rat?"

"Yes. I never knew that there were so many rodents in your country. It seemed to be in our country..."

Tom sneered maliciously: "Of course, a country where even people cannot eat enough has no living space for animals."

Ai Fei knew that the other party was taking verbal revenge on the phone call last night, but he had to hide it with a wry smile: "So, Mr. Wallace, when will the prints be delivered to every lady this time?"

"……………” Seeing that Tom seemed unwilling to answer his question, Sandy took the initiative to explain: "It depends on the situation. Some of the relatively close, such as New York City and New York State, can be delivered soon, and some of the relatively far...it will take a little longer. After all, it still takes time to get from New York to Los Angeles."

"I understand." Ai Fei nodded: "About the model... Mr. Wallace talked to me last night. He seemed to have encountered big problems with the venue and model. I don't know how your company is preparing to solve it?"
Chapter completed!