Mr. Richard Moss found it strange: How could I see Vanessa at the cocktail party? Miss Kennedy was wearing an evening dress I saw at the Valentine's Day fashion show? Has the Japanese already reached an agreement with someone to use the design rights? As a gentleman, he couldn't go over and ask, so he had to look at the girl who was walking back and forth among the guests with confusion with a look of confusion.

“… Have you received the invitation too?”

"Yes, hehe... It seems like another invitation to attend a press conference, do you know? Mondi, I'm already tired of attending such a press conference every day!"

"Yes! I have the same idea..." The two men walked by Mr. Mos while chatting: "When you see it for the first time, you will find it strange, fresh, and even fun, but when you can see them every day, believe me, you will definitely feel bored!"

“This time it seems that it is not the brand we are familiar with?”

"Well, it was hosted by someone named Ike. The location was actually at the Metropolitan Museum! Ha! I even thought it was an April Fool's Day joke for the Mets! Hahahaha!"

The voice gradually faded away, and Richard's heart moved: Mr. Ike has a new move? Why don't I know? He was thinking about it, and someone around him called his name: "Richar?"

"Ah? Ah! Mr. Wise? Hello, how are you doing recently?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Benjamin. He wore a standard dress, tied with a bow tie on the neckline, and held a glass of champagne in his hand: "Well, another member of the Kennedy family has appeared, huh?"

"Yes, I think it's Susanna." As he said, Richard raised the champagne in his hand and raised it to the hostess who happened to look at him: "Well, have you heard of it? What fashion conference is going to be held at the Metropolitan Museum?"

"Yes, I also received the invitation. It's what happened this afternoon..." Benjamin glanced at him: "Why, did you not get it?"

"Yes..., right? Maybe my secretary and lady have forgotten it. Well, what's going on?"

"A gentleman named Ecke held his own fashion show at the Metropolitan Museum. Hell, I'm just..."

"Mr. Benjamin, if I were you, I would have gone to see you."

"Hmm? Sorry, what did you say?"

"Maybe you didn't attend the last fashion show he had.... It was really shocking. By the way, Mr. Ike introduced the popular female model to the stage, and, as far as I know, it seems that he was the first to do so."

"You mean..."

Looking at Benjamin's brown eyes, Moss nodded: "Yes, that's what you think now."

"But... I have also heard that those newly emerging female models... are said to be a Japanese... God!"

"What's wrong?"

"Haha..." Benjamin smiled bitterly: "You probably don't know about your situation. Do you know Tom of the Wallace family, right?"

"Yes, I know, the guy who had a very unpleasant ending with Merisa."

"Yes. Before Valentine's Day, he came to my office..." Benjamin told the story in his original form, but did not forget the scene that happened in the lobby of Lizi Hotel: "If you say this, the Japanese I met that time was Mr. Ike in your mouth."

Mr. Moss recalled: "Well, yes, at the end of the fashion show, Mr. Ike seemed to have particularly thanked Mr. Wallace for his help. It was probably the person you mentioned."

"Well, I think so too. Ah? What happened to that Japanese man later? Why did he have such a fashion show again?"

"As far as I know, he seems to have joined Chanel Clothing as a designer. But it seems that he has only been working for a few days and then stopped doing it."

“…………”

"But, have you noticed it? The gift that Miss Kennedy wore was a design I saw at the fashion show... Maybe he has any brand new designs after not seeing him for a few months?"

"Well, it's a very unique design." Benjamin took his eyes off Miss Kennedy: "What did you say? Ah, no. I asked her, it seemed to be customized in a professional clothing house on Long Island, not a Japanese design!"

Mr. Moss was shocked: "How could it be? This costume was the first time I saw it at a fashion show, and now it is the second time I saw it. I will never misread it! Did Mr. Ike sell his design to others?"

"It seems that there is only one possibility now."

Mr. Moss looked regretful: "The Japanese... are such a short-sighted nation! Don't he know how much profit this clothing would be if it was kept and made by himself? Why should it be sold?"

"God knows!" Both of them smiled.

"Oh..." Benjamin became interested: "This... Japanese people seem to have never heard of it?"

Moss shook his head absent-mindedly: "Yes. He made a big mistake, that is, he should not hand over the design to others!"

"Richard?"

"Hmm? What?"

"…………” There was no way, Benjamin had to repeat it.

"Ah, yes. It seems that people's interest in his models is much greater than their interest in his costumes. So, although his design is unique and tasteful, it has never been recognized. Of course, for more specific questions, I can only ask him himself."

Ai Fei had no leisure to answer other people's questions. The great success of his subordinates from Japan made him burst into unprecedented enthusiasm and energy. Whether it was for the young tailor from the Church Academy or the male model from the Lawrence Dance Academy, he kept squeezing the value of surplus labor and complaining with different positions. However, no matter what, these people persevered. By April 22, all the clothes needed were finally made.

On the newly built stage at the Metropolitan Museum of New York, Ai Fei directed the models to walk around. He was basically satisfied with the performance of these people. The only problem was that only male models caused by monotony. Now he couldn't care about so much: he didn't design women's clothing at all, so what should female models do?

As time goes by for his second adventure, Ai Fei's mood also begins to become nervous and irritable: "Premer, I told you that when you are on the styling stage, you must learn to look around, and even when dragging your coat down, don't look around! You are not a mafia in the Italian neighborhood! Pete, and you, you are wearing hunting clothes now. The biggest feature of this kind of clothing is casualness, step lighter, don't be as nervous as wearing formal dresses and going to your girlfriend's house for the first time! Rooney, what do you think I'm doing? I said Premer is a mafia and absolutely did not mean to tease you on purpose - although you are also an Italian immigrant!"

“…”

"What are you laughing at? What's ridiculous about this?" Ai Fei shouted loudly: "Do it again!"

“…………”

"Okay, take a break." Let the models rest for a while, Ai Fei turned around and looked at the girls beside him: "Monica...?"

Monica is the oldest among several tailors, and her skills are also the most exquisite. However, after a period of running-in, she also gained a little understanding of Ai Fei's temper: "Yes? Mr. Ike?"

"Does the lambskin I brought back last time to make my jacket still have the ingredients?"

“Yes, there are some more.”

"After Mr. Wallace comes, he will make a set for him according to his size, which is my gift. It seems that his birthday is coming soon?"

"Yes, sir."

"In your opinion, is there anything else that needs to be improved on the costumes of these people?"

"There's not a big problem with the clothing. But, their shoes?"

Ai Fei's eyes twisted at several models, and his mouth twitched a few times: "Yes, the shoes are so bad. Wait until the afternoon, take them out once in the afternoon and buy them... two pairs of shoes for each person. Hello! I know you guys have heard it, wait a while to report their size!"

"Thank you, boss!"

"Damn it, another considerable expense!"

Monica pursed her lips in a funny way.

"Ike?"

"What?"

Wallace handed over a glass of water: "Let's have a rest?"

"Didn't you see it? I'm not giving everyone a rest now?"

"I mean, take a break! You're so nervous now that you're like a balloon that's about to be blown out. I don't want to call an ambulance for you during the fashion show!"

Ai Fei's eyes, which were originally clearly black and white, were covered in blood: "Hey! You can rest assured that I won't owe your company a penny! So, you don't have to worry about how I am in my work!"

“…………”

Ai Fei looked at his back, gritted his teeth hard, and chased after him a few steps: "Tom? Sorry, sincere, sorry, I know I'm so nervous that I'm about to explode now, thank you..."

Listening to his incoherent speech, Tom smiled faintly: "relax! Man!"

“…………!”

"Let's go, it's a happy time!"

"Wait a minute! Where are my people inside?"

"The people inside know how to get home. But if you don't find a place to vent, you will really be unable to control it." As he said, Tom pulled him, forcibly got into the car, and drove away.

In the bar room of Berlaw, Tom pushed the door straight into: "Ike?"

This was the first time Ai Fei entered such an occasion and timidly poked his head inside: "Is it really OK?"

"...Haha!" Wallace smiled and stood at the entrance door, took out a few large-value US dollars to exchange for small receipts, and handed him a few: "Have it!"

Ai Fei was shocked: It’s not a drag dance, is it? There should be no such performance in this era, right? When I walked in, I realized that I was wrong: This is indeed not a drag dance, it’s just a very ordinary bar. Maybe I was thinking about it?

Just as I sat down in a dark corner, a black man came over and said, "Gentlemen?"

"Hand drill! Ike, what do you want to order?"

Ai Fei didn't know what the hand drill he was talking about was, so he looked around his eyes: "What... is that?"

Wallace and the black man looked at each other and laughed laughing: "That's the tomato juice that the lady drank, so I'll give my friend a glass of hand drill."

"Yes, sir. What else is needed?"

Wallace glanced around and took out a banknote from his pocket. The black hospitality took it skillfully and quickly, put his ear on his mouth, nodded from time to time, and finally glanced at Ai Fei: "Yes, sir. We will arrange it for you soon."

Ai Fei intuition told himself that Wallace might have to arrange something for him, and his pretty face turned red: "Mr. Wallace?"

"I said, you are too nervous! Relax, man! I don't want to wait until the fashion show is over, you're already exploding before you even pay me for the money! And the best way to relieve stress, Ike, is to find one..." He hugged his shoulders and made an exaggerated squeezing his chest, and the expression on his face made him feel extremely disgusting!

"Okay OK, I'll never stop you if you like it. But for me, Tom, still..."

As the two of them spoke, two tall girls walked slowly to their seats: "Can you sit down?"

"Of course." The two men had to stop the conversation and stood up to let the two girls sit down. Wallace had skillfully taken out the lighter to light them: "What do you need? Lady?"

"Tequila! Two."

Under the dim light, two more American girls snuggled beside her, smelling the greasy perfume rushing into the nose tube, feeling the pulsation of female **, Ai Fei's male instinct began to awaken: "..."

The few people around him are veterans, so they are not unfamiliar with his concealed bend over. Instead, they feel very funny: "Well, then, who will be the lucky one today?"
To be continued...