Minutes later, the rainbow hall was filled with guests - 200 chairs were not enough. The Americans fully demonstrated their gentlemanly demeanor and gave the chairs to the ladies, and they stood behind. As time got closer and closer to the start of the second half, there were more and more people at the door. This was not counting. Unlike just now, this time there were no hotel staff at the gate, and it seemed that anyone could come in?

This is the case. The door is indeed open, allowing any guest who is interested in the performance inside to enter. This is another decision that Wallace cannot accept. In his opinion, since the invitation is sent out, he must enter the venue with the invitation and let someone in casually, what will this performance be like?

Ai Fei was helpless about the sudden appearance of Americans. Fortunately, he had absolute autonomy in this performance. He ruthlessly rejected Wallace's suggestion and showed his arbitrary character when he was in Japan in hotels in the United States: "Mr. Wallace, this is my show! It is not difficult for anyone to violate my orders and decisions! Please remember that you just collected my money and provided the services I needed according to my request!"

"Dog bastard!" Wallace cursed fiercely in his heart again, but had no choice but to watch him make trouble.

In a flash of minutes, the lights in the rainbow hall gradually dimmed, and finally the chandelier went out and the lights lit up. For the audience who had just enjoyed the performance in the first half, they were already familiar with such operating procedures. Some newcomers didn't know what was going on and thought there was a power outage. However, the lights shot in from the gate immediately made them understand that this was a specially arranged ceremony.

Unlike just now, a man stood at the exit of the platform and wore a trench coat without buttoning it out of the clothes that seemed extremely novel to the audience: it seemed like the outfits of the US military seen in some black and white documentaries, but there was a big difference: it was covered with large pieces of blue and green irregular patterns, and the material seemed to be like denim, but it was a little different. Compared with the latter, the material of this dress seemed to be thinner and more suitable for wearing in such weather.

As the male model walked, she dropped her coat and made the clothes inside. This time she could see clearly: the jacket-style clothing on the upper body is the trousers on the lower body, which are also made of the same material. Moreover, the well-cut design completely shows the unique strength and masculine beauty of men. If you want to find a mistake in this dress, it is shoes.

Many guests on the scene felt it. A little weird: If such a dress is paired with a pair of high-waisted male leather boots, it is simply possible to go to the world! Could it be that this designer didn't expect it?

"…!" I don't know who was the first to whistle! There were warm applause and whistle sounds. The loud sounds were so loud that they were about to overturn the ceiling!

Mike Oliver got out of the taxi first and stomped his feet into the hotel. "Oh no! It's still too late!"

Following him were two old men, one man and one woman, and the lady. Before he could say anything, the man looked unwilling: "Mike! Now can you tell me why I pulled my wife and I out of the party?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Moss, Mrs. Moss, I really don't know how to describe everything I saw in the Rainbow Hall, and you can see it when you go in. Believe me, after watching it for 10 seconds, you will feel that this time interrupting your conversation with Ms. Chanel is definitely not an unacceptable loss."

"You better not joke with me." Mr. Moss, tall, looked depressed: "You also know how important the conversation with Ms. Chanel is this time......"

"I know, I know. But with what you are about to see... God! Why are there so many people suddenly there? Mr. Moss?"

The door of the Rainbow Hall was surrounded by spectators. The shorter Oliver couldn't see anything, but Mr. Moss would not be disturbed much. He just looked inside unconsciously. As the editor-in-chief of the Social Fashion Edition of the New York Times, his vision was not comparable to a photographer like Oliver. His years of experience in the fashion industry made him not surprised that he could face any big scenes. But this time, the scene that appeared in front of him completely overturned his inherent concept: "My... God!"

"Mr. Moss... can you see it?" Oliver wanted to squeeze in, but couldn't do it. Instead, he was caught in the crowd, and even his body was restricted from moving.

"Mike, call them... and ask them all to come over." Even the time was gone for a look at their subordinates. Mos struggled to squeeze out the crowd and rushed into it. There were so many people! There was no place at all, so just take a look here.

The female model who had already changed into a dress on the field was walking on the stage, and her graceful figure was wrapped in extremely well-fitting clothes. As she walked step by step, the breeze lifted the corners of the skirt and made a snow-white curve. Many people only realized that all the female models were not wearing bras, which means that these people were all in the sky!

This discovery made Mr. Mos feel very novel. As the journalist who has the most say in this regard, he roughly understood the host's intentions in a few seconds after entering the show. He would never agree that the overhead clothing was to mention the "sexual" interest of men! People who can design such clothing and launch it in this way will not be so unstyled. So, why is he (she)?

Unlike others who feel novel and shocked, Moss's eyes will not look at the model. He and Ai Fei have similar cognitions. They all think that the model is just a moving clothes rack. However, such a model has changed a little bit with the models that can be seen all the time, but the original meaning of its existence will not be changed, and they all serve clothes. With this awareness, after watching it, he finally discovered that when the female model in the sky starts, she matches it with very well-fitting clothes, and the beauty of the women's curves is fully displayed. Moreover, this plump and delicate female model must use an overly exaggerated chest and head-raising posture when walking with such steps, which will make people feel more exciting and bright.

"Damn it! How could anyone think of this way? Moreover, their shoes... are simply too bad. It's like when I tasted delicious foie gras sauce, but there was no Monton red wine meal in 1945!" He is truly a top master professional. After watching the performances of several models, he discovered the problem: Did the designer not think of it? Or what happened?

Mr. Moss has a famous saying: If you know that this foie gras sauce is your favorite taste when you eat it, why should you eat them all? Because of this awareness, he rarely spends a lot of time at work on one thing, and more things are like Mr. Benjamin. If it is OK, it is OK. If it is not OK, he will not give any reason or excuse - he does not have so much time to waste.

The same was true tonight. After watching the costume displays of several models, Moss was determined to leave, but when he thought of this mysterious designer and the order that he had just ordered Oliver to call the rest of the editorial department, he might not leave by himself, right?

Unlike other guests who praised this mysterious designer countless times in their hearts, in Moss's opinion, this time the clothing was naturally nothing to say in the launch process, but many problems were highlighted in the design. First of all, the style of the clothes is very single, and none of them can be worn on weekdays. Why are they all evening dresses? The occasional men's clothing surprised him. Compared with women's clothing, this design is more marketable!

As he was thinking about it, the fashion show came to an end. As the audience cheered and applauded more enthusiastically, Moss's spirit gathered over. Who knew that just looked at the stage, he started to curse in his heart: It's so damn! How could he put out a wedding look at such a moment? This... is simply outrageous!

Demi appeared at the exit of the platform wearing a white wedding dress. The female guest seemed to be moved by the sudden appearance. She stood up as if she was attending a real wedding in a real church and watched her walk on the t-shaped stage. This time, she changed into normal steps, held the flowers in her arms, and walked slowly. The Indian bloodline gave her dark skin and bright face. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if the prince charming in her heart was standing at the end of the t-shaped stage.

This wedding dress was not designed by Ai Fei, but he bought it in a store in New York City. At that time, others thought he was really using it to prepare for what? When they knew they could also use it to perform at a fashion show, the girls had to wear it, and it was almost a striking story. In the end, Ai Fei made the decision to suppress the matter. The wedding dress was launched at the last moment, but it was just a means he used to push the atmosphere on the scene! The effect was pretty good.

When Demi stood at the end of the T-shaped stage, put the flower ball at her feet, and slowly turned around to face the appearance door, the spotlight light suddenly went out, and then the lights of the audience were all on, four men, four women and eight models appeared at the appearance door, arranged in a geese-wing shape, and gently applauded.

Even the slow-responsive guests knew that the performance was over and now it was time to reveal the final mystery: Let’s see who is the mysterious person who can create this fashion show that will surely sensation across the country!

Ai Fei stood behind the exit door, facing Wallace's face, looking down at him in disconfidantly: "...Do you think it's okay?"

"This is the moment that really belongs to you! My...hero! Hell, I never thought that such a sentence would be said to a Japanese!"

Ai Fei burst out laughing, and his mood seemed to calm down a little: "Thank you, Mr. Wallace, sincerely, thank you."

“…………”

After saying this, he kept walking out of the door.

No matter how wise people are in advance, they never expected that such a fashion show would be an Asian behind the scenes! Many people chose to lose their voices when they saw Ai Fei! Some thought he was just a responsible person, and there must be someone else in the real designer! The majority of people with such ideas include Mr. Moss.

But the fact ruthlessly taught him a lesson: It turned out that it was him? Such a cognition was so fucking easy to make. After not seeing this Asian man appear, did the eight models slowly move their steps and stand in a row behind him? Even the appearance door was blocked! It seemed that this was true.

Ai Fei's eyes slipped around the audience, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I know very clearly that countless guests must be full of curiosity and expectation for the mysterious people who can operate such a show. But believe me, facts and dreams are always far away. Hum?"

"……………” No one expected that he would use such words as the opening remarks. The venue, which was already whispering, burst into laughter in an instant!

"There are three things that need to be explained to everyone." After the laughter subsided a little, Ai Fei made a formal speech: "First, I want to congratulate all the guests tonight. You have witnessed a historical moment! Believe me, from today on, there will never be any other fashion conferences! Just like sex, you can't live without it after enjoying it once!"

"Hahahaha!" This time, not only in the rainbow hall, but even the guests standing outside laughed.

"Second,..." He finally stopped joking: "I want to express my most sincere thanks to the guests who can receive a strange invitation and magazine, and then come to the Rainbow Hall of Lizi Hotel on Valentine's Day night to watch and enjoy the fashion show I arranged!"

"Third, I would like to be particularly grateful to a friend. Mr. Tom Wallace from the Wallace family! My fashion show was able to be launched and completed normally, and it is inseparable from Tom's help. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome Mr. Tom Wallace."

Amid the waves of applause, Tom walked out of the backstage shyly. This was the third decision that he had not known him in advance, which made him a little nervous. Standing next to Ai Fei, Tom smiled bitterly: "Thank you, Mr. Ike (it was only then that the guests knew his name and sincerely thank you."

The applause from the audience became even more intense. Tom was also an accustomed to the big scene and immediately relaxed: "Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much for your introduction and praise to me. One thing is that you must tell the ladies and gentlemen that Mr. Ike from Japan is the best talent and talent designer I have ever seen! His designs are completely beyond the scope that this era can bear, but I think many people, like me, are enduring this huge surprise, and are also conceiving for his novel and unique ideas. Of course, he is also excited about this epoch-making fashion show he is committed to launching! And this is the best Valentine's Day gift from Mr. Ike from Japan, to the Americans!"

The applause from the audience calmed down a little, Ai Fei nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Wallace. Well, it is really not a very common thing for a man to talk to another man with such a pleasant tone!"

A funny saying caused another craze on the scene: Does this Japanese seem to be very cute? "As a designer, in the initial stage of designing clothing, he would think of what method should be used to launch his works on the market and gain more recognition from people. I am no exception. I have carried out such a promotion according to my own ideas. Now it seems that there is still some effect. Here, in addition to expressing my gratitude to Mr. Wallace, I would also like to express my special thanks to the ladies and gentlemen who worked as models in the performance tonight. They are...!"

I introduced the names of the models one by one. Whenever I introduced them to one, there would be polite applause on the scene: "... Finally, I would like to thank the managers of Lizi Hotel. They also took a lot of courage to allow me to perform such a performance in the famous Rainbow Hall."

The applause in the hall echoed violently again
Chapter completed!