On April 28, the weather was gloomy since I woke up in the morning, and the air was filled with a richness that made people feel indelible. This weather lasted until dusk, and finally, the first heavy rain in spring fell over New York City.

Ai Fei scolded me! It’s not too late to stop, but it’s not too late to stop. But at this time, I’m not able to get out of my guests at home. God, can you afford my losses?

Swearing is just a joke, but he is really not in a good mood: he just hopes that the rain will stop soon, so don’t delay my performance.

The weather was not as good as others wished, and it was raining heavily. At 7 o'clock in the evening, it was finally a little lighter. Ai Fei stood at the door of the Metropolitan Museum in New York, looking at the cold streets under the high steps, he was so worried that he would drag his clothes and shout to vent his depressed wish!

"..." A group of young people stood behind him, and seemed to feel the suffocating low pressure emitted from him. No one spoke, but just stood quietly like this.

"Everyone is in. There is still a cooler time in New York in April. Monica, please lead everyone in."

"Mr. Ike..."

"I'm nothing. Really, I'm nothing." Ai Fei turned around and smiled: "Maybe someone will come later. Hello, Premer, let everyone be prepared, and guests may be present at any time."

Premer was amused: Even if someone came, he had to wait until the prescribed time to start the performance? He didn't dare to say anything, but just nodded: "Then, okay. Ladies and gentlemen, come in with me."

Ai Fei stood at the door for a while, until the splashing raindrops were wet. He finally sighed and walked into the hall.

At around 7:30, the rain finally stopped. A car stopped at the museum. At the entrance of the museum, three people came out of different car doors. The first one was quite tall, with long hands and feet, with meticulous hair, long eyebrows into the temples, straight nose and deep eye sockets. While smiling, leading the way in front, he put the hat in his hand on his head: "William, is this here? I never knew that the Metropolitan Museum could perform such a performance?"

"Believe me, Grig, it's the first time I know there is such a person who performs in such a place!" The man in front of me was a fat man. He was originally not very bloated, but his height of 5.5 feet (170 cm) and his weight of more than 200 pounds seemed a bit clumsy, let alone the effect he had with his tall companions.

The third person is a guy with a medium figure, with a beard all over his face, but he is also quite handsome between his eyebrows and eyes. This person seems to be very addicted to smoking. Even when he walks down the car and goes up the steps, he doesn't forget to take out a cigarette and lit it: "..."

The two people who were moving forward looked back at him, and it was difficult to throw his stomach away and go in. They waited on the steps, while talking: "...William, is this shooting really going to enable such a young girl?"

"What's wrong? Grig, do you have any problems?"

"No, of course not." Grigg's eyes swept around: "I just feel that it doesn't seem to be..."

"Oh, Grig, she is the kind of girl who is naturally sensitive and elegant. It's no matter how suitable it is to interpret such a princess-like character! This is not only my opinion, but also John's opinion."

"I'm not doubting anything. But you also know that the situation of the script is too great, from a princess to a young girl?"

"Grig, you were wrong again! I think, when casting, you didn't notice her relaxing performance without knowing the camera turned on! Believe me, this is the first time I've been impressed by a girl's unrestrained performance in front of the camera! She is definitely my first choice!"

"Okay, if you're sure."

The guy who was smoking below might also feel a little embarrassed to let his companion wait for him. He took a few sips, threw the cigarette butt into the flowerbed next to him, and ran up quickly: "I'm sorry! Let's go in?"

Grigg and William looked at the smoke still emitting from his nostrils with a funny look and smiled at each other: "Eddie, do you feel satisfied?"

"Okay OK, I know what you want to say. This is all my evil deeds, okay, gentlemen?"

The three of them were talking and laughing, and turned around and walked into the hall.

Ai Fei stood in the spacious and bright hall. This was the venue obtained by Wallace's request and obtained by the museum's cooperation. Or according to the arrangement of the first fashion show on Valentine's Day. The only difference was that the spotlights were cut off: first, Ai Fei's opinion, second, the museum did not allow them to make such changes. Others were designed according to the planning and design after negotiation between the two parties.

The hall, which is more than 2 square meters, is brightly lit. The chandeliers hanging above my head and the small lights around me temporarily borrowed this large room originally used as a cultural and art exhibition hall. Of course, the price is also quite expensive. He only spent 13 US dollars on the preliminary work of decorating the exhibition hall, building a platform, and arranging performances! Ai Fei felt strange in his heart: Don’t Americans think that the number 13 is not good? Why don’t they allow themselves to price? It’s simply saying that one set is done!

Behind him, footsteps and voices came: "Is this the only one?"

"It should be here on the invitation."

Hearing the sound, Ai Fei's eyes suddenly widened: He didn't know the fat man, but he knew the big man walking beside him: Gregory Parker!

Why did he come here too? It seems that I don’t remember sending him an invitation? I looked at the person next to him and recognized him after looking at it carefully! He played the cute photographer in "Roman Holiday"... What is his name? I forgot! But it’s him that is certain!

While he was wondering, Gregory Parker stepped forward and took a few steps: "I'm sorry..."

"Yes? Mr. Parker, is there anything I can help you?"

Parker also found it strange, how could there be a young Asian face here? Of course, the gentleman's awareness and good cultivation made him bury his doubts at the first time: "Do you know me?"

"Yes, I've seen "Rome..." starring you?" A sentence came out, Ai Fei almost bit off his tongue: "I mean, "Doctor Edward", I like your performance very much. I..."

Gregory did not doubt that it had it, Zhan Yan smiled: "Thank you, sir..."

"Ah, yes, what do you want to say?"

"I would like to ask, is a special fashion show held here?"

"Ah, yes, yes. Look..." He turned around and pointed to the chair around him: "You can take your seat now. Trust me, Mr. Parker, this fashion show will definitely bring you a different feeling."

"Thank you." Parker nodded in a very gentlemanly manner and turned around to greet his two companions.

Looking at his familiar and handsome face, Ai Fei was looking forward to it: If he could still see the eternal angel in his heart tonight, it would be great! He stretched his neck and looked out for a while, the guests walked into the hall one after another, and found an empty seat and sat down, but had no familiar faces, which seemed to disappoint him!

Gregory's arrival seemed to have brought good luck to Ai Fei. By 15 minutes or 8 o'clock, 60% of the seats in the hall were already filled with guests. Ai Fei was secretly happy: it seemed that there was Mr. Benjamin who he met through Wallace last time, and he was an important figure in the magazine "《"!

At about 8 o'clock, the guests arrived almost. Ai Fei walked into the dressing room in the backstage: "How are you, guys? Are you ready?"

Mr. Moss and his wife sat in the nearby seats with Mr. Benjamin and his wife, looking up at the bright lights: "Well, it seems different from what I saw last time!"

"What?"

"Lights! Not quite the same as last time." Looking at the old friend's puzzled eyes, he was about to explain a few words when the microphone in the hall rang: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to my world. The first thing you appreciate tonight will be the dress link!"

Such a sentence without any ending made people look strange and focused everyone's attention: everyone has seen the dresses, and they came to this fashion show tonight, and they attended the dresses themselves. Can he have any new ideas?

As footsteps sounded, two male models with standard figures slowly walked onto the styling stage, but the U-side attracted a lot of discussion among the audience: Can such a clothing industry be classified as a dress?

It's no wonder that people are talking about it. A model on the left is wearing a Chester jacket. The jacket adopts a buckle design and is randomly scattered. The velvet fabric is flat and ironed under the light. The knee-length length is out of the vere men's leather shoes on his feet. In order to match his clothes, the upper is specially made of matte leather that does not shine. The whole person looks like a knight from the dark world, appearing in front of the guests with a mysterious and noble atmosphere.

The second model wore a coat like him, but it was a Bolu style. It adopts a concealed button design, and the collar and coat fabric are made of fur. Unlike the former, the fur design at the collar and other places adds a bit of modernity, and the lips are slightly raised, which makes people feel that it is not as heavy as the former. It seems that such a design is more suitable for young and trendy men.

Ai Fei also thought about which piece or two clothes to choose as the opening ceremony: now it seems that one is a bit heavy and the other is relaxed and lively, which can completely bring people a different feeling - of course, the shock is the same. After arranging the performance order and the order of the clothing factory, he stood at the entrance. With the lights, the guests were surprised or liked expressions in their eyes. Ai Fei breathed out a long sigh: There should be no problem this time, right?

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Chapter completed!