A sudden knock on the door woke Ai Fei up from the sofa. He looked up and said it was already 8:30 in the morning. Who was it so early?

When he pushed open the door of the studio, it turned out to be Mr. Moss? Seeing his sleepy face, the old man smiled faintly: "Good morning."

"Ah, good morning. You..."

"Aren't you going to invite me in and speak?"

"Oh, sorry, please come in."

Moss walked into his studio and looked around and said, "Did you sleep very late last night?"

"Ah! Yes, I slept too late. A small celebration was held in a nearby bar room.... It was too late when I came back, so I went to bed at the company. Oh, sorry, I lost my companion."

Seeing him rushing into the bathroom behind to wash, the old man was not polite and started to turn around in his studio. The studio was not very large, and the room was filled with fabrics and cutting tools. There were several drawings on each workbench. He reached out to pick up one. This was the design of women's clothing, which was different from the women's clothing I saw on Valentine's Day night. This was a design that was more novel in design and more personal in style:

And the most important thing is that this is a common clothing, not a design that requires too much demand for the occasions of clothing appearing! Moss took the drawing a little further and looked at it carefully. If such clothing appears on the street... I really don’t know how many things this weird Japanese still hasn’t taken out?!

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Ai Fei walked out while wiping his face with a towel: "You...?"

"This is a design?" Moss turned around and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, please forgive my recklessness."

"No, that's nothing. Here are some of the women's designs I thought about in the days before the show started, but, you know, because of some situations I can't grasp yet, I've put them on hold for the time being."

"What a pity." Moss put down the drawings: "So, Mr. Ike, do you think it would be too presumptuous if I asked you to customize an evening dress for me?"

"How could it be?" Ai Fei gave the answer almost immediately, and then he looked around for a week: "But it's a pity, I'm afraid it won't work today, at least not now."

“………?”

"I am a designer, but not a tailor. I can't even say that I don't have any clothing cutting skills. I can't even do such a job as how to measure the size required for others. So, if you have this need, you have to wait until Monica and the others come to work."

This was the first time Moss knew about it, and his eyes widened in surprise: "You mean...you can't cut it?"

"I'm afraid that's it." Ai Fei also smiled bitterly: "The only thing I can do is draw pictures, and draw samples of clothing that I think are good and can more thoroughly show the beauty of men or women's bodies. It is my job. As for other things, such as turning them from drawings to formal clothing, I can't do it at all."

Moss laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! This is the first time I have seen a designer... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but, how is this possible?"

Ai Fei scratched his head childishly: "Yes, it was indeed a big problem. I also thought about learning about cutting, but because of the bondage of many things, I let it go. Moreover, tailors are always easier to find, what do you think?"

Moss smiled openly: "Indeed, it is indeed easier to find a suitable tailor than a qualified designer."

The two were talking, and the studio door pushed a short and serious girl from outside, walked in. When she saw the two people in the room, the girl was stunned: "…?"

"Let me introduce it. Miss Melanie Bourne,..."

"Richard Moss."

"Yes, Mr. Richard Moss."

Melanie shook hands with Moss: "Mr. Ike?"

"Ah, yes. Mr. Moss came this time mainly because he was very interested in the outfits we showed last night, especially for custom-made outfits. Miss Bourne, you can measure the size for Mr. Moss. Can you?"

Miss Bourne was a person who didn't like talking. She picked up the caliper and asked Mr. Moss to stand up, measured his height, bust, waist, legs, etc., and then made records.

Ai Fei watched quietly while waiting for her work to be completed, then asked: "Mr. Moss, do you have any specific requirements for clothing?"

“Yes, I want to customize a third-time smoke and a hunting suit.”

"uh-huh?"

"As for the material, just follow the velvet fabric and khaki you think of when designing your clothing. You know the style."

"Miss Bourne, please record Mr. Moss' request. Is there anything else?"

"When will I come to collect it? What about the cost?"

"It'll be fine in three days. As for the cost... please wait." Ai Fei walked aside and calculated about it: "355.90 US dollars."

"..." Moss whistled: "It's a very good price." As he said, he took out his wallet: "Do you need all the money now?"

"..." Ai Fei thought to say that he could wait until he took the clothes and handed it over. When the words came to his mouth, he changed it again: "Yes, all."

Mr. Moss took out $360 from his pocket: "No need to make change."

Ai Fei took the money and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that seemed extremely strange to Mos, as if he was proud and helpless: "What's wrong?"

"Do you know? I came to your country before Christmas last year. Apart from a deal I was extremely reluctant to do in my heart, this is the first time I have taken money from an American! Well, it's worth celebrating!"

"..." Moss burst out laughing: "How are you going to celebrate?"

"I think I can put this $360 in a frame and put it in front of my desk so that I can see it all the time! This is my career, and I am the first step in the career in the United States!"

"You are such a strange person!" Moss laughed: "Are all Japanese people so strange?"

"Oh, sorry, look how rude I am?" Ai Fei then remembered that he hadn't even poured coffee for the guests: "Coffee, is it OK?"

Monica and others walked into the studio one after another, making the room, which was only about 40 square meters crowded. Two men sat in a corner, drinking fragrant coffee, and watching the girls start to get busy nervously: "So, Mr. Ike, what's next? Do you have any plans?"

"You always have to have a certain economic foundation before considering other things. Especially the design and launch of women's clothing. I think you have also seen how failed my design last time, and almost all my efforts and time were wasted!"

"Please forgive my candidity. Mr. Ike..."

"Ike."

"Well, Ike, I don't think your last design and launch was a failure. Of course, if you're saying that you've wasted your precious time, then I agree. But as I said to you last night, all the fashion conferences that are likely to be held in New York City and even other cities in the United States are moving in your footsteps. No matter what their clothing styles are, two of the necessary conditions are absolutely indispensable! Americans can no longer accept the form and status of the clothing conferences you often see before!"

Ai Fei looked straight into the old man's brown eyes: "Thank you for your encouragement. I think your words are very important to me! Oh, another guest is here."

The two new people came in were a man and a woman, tall man and plump woman, and a long-lasting expression. Ai Fei felt familiar. He seemed to have seen it at the fashion show last night, but he didn't know what he called: "Good morning."

"Good morning." The man nodded: "I want to customize a hunting suit and a jacket for myself. Well, it seems that you have launched women's clothing designs during Valentine's Day? Don't know...?"

"Ah, yes, we also receive customized women's clothing customers. Is this lady?"

"Yes."

Ai Fei walked around the lady and almost realized: "Is there any special need?"

The man wanted to say something, but was stopped by his female companion: "Can you please design a set of clothes that suits my figure on site for me?"

"Now? Here?"

"Is there any problem?"

Ai Fei was determined to delay and changed his mind again: "Okay, you... please wait a moment. I'll prepare."

When the lady stood up, Ai Fei sat opposite her with a drawing board and paper and pen. He first marked the proportions with a pencil and quickly moved his hand to get it.

Not only the casual man, but even the tailors such as Mr. Moss and Monica were also curious: Can he really design a costume in such a short time? They walked behind him and looked.

Ai Fei was indeed showing off. After a while, a lady's sketch had appeared on the drawing board. After the human body sketch was completed, he changed into a red pencil and began to wear clothes for the girl on the drawing: this was a pure bright red cheongsam-like design, the completely close-fitting design highlighted the lady's plump body, and the picture with special white space on his chest, so that everyone knew where the main point of his on-site clothing sample was.

Sure enough, a little bit was modified with a red pencil, a piece of petal that looked like a blooming flower, noble and elegant, but also showed the designer's ingenuity. After the painting, Ai Fei looked around and nodded with satisfaction, took off the drawing paper and handed it to the lady in front of him: "This is what I designed for you, please? If you have any dissatisfaction, I can make changes on the spot."

The girl took it and looked at it, and exchanged a look with her male partner: "How much?"
Chapter completed!