In front of Room No. 205, Ai Fei once again sorted out the drawing board on his body and confirmed that there was no problem. Then he rang the doorbell: "Dingling! Dingling!"

"Yes!" A strange face appeared on the door. However, the latter seemed to be very familiar with him: "Is it Mr. Ike?"

"Yes, I am. You are..."

"I am Mr. Wheeler's assistant, Andrew Reagan, you can call me Mr. Andrew."

Ai Fei suffocated: "Hello, Mr. Andrew."

"Come in with me." Mr. Andrew snorted and walked into the room: "Mr. Wheeler is having a meeting with others, wait."

So Ai Fei sat down and waited. Mr. Andrew seemed to have no favoritism for a Japanese like him, and even did not prepare for the minimum glass of water for him, so he let him sit like this. After a long time, he finally heard the sound of a chair moving in the next room.

Then a petite figure entered Ai Fei's eyes, Audrey Hepburn!

Audrey Biefei saw in the movie. She was thinner and shorter. After roughly, she was about to be taller than herself. She was walking out with a smile. While walking, she turned her head to listen to Mr. Parker who was walking with her: "...Of course, this is just my personal feeling. As you, you can choose a performance that is more suitable for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Parker." Audrey's English language doesn't sound particularly standard, with a British emphasis, but also a natural elegance: "I think I will seriously consider your point of mentioning me."

"I hope it can help you." Parker looked up: "Ah, our Japanese guest is here."

Audrey turned her head and looked at Ai Fei. Maybe it was the first time I saw it. Isn't it? The girl's face quickly flashed a trace of curiosity, and she returned to normal. She nodded to him, saying hello.

"Mr. Ike, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time because of some work matters. Andy, can I pour us a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, Mr. Wheeler." It was not until this time that Mr. Andrew got up and prepared drinks for everyone. The men were coffee, and the only women were a cup of orange juice.

"So, Mr. Ike, thank you very much for coming. Well, this time I asked you to make and design it for Ms. Audrey... I'm sorry, I even forgot to introduce it. Miss Audrey Hepburn, Mr. Ike."

"Hello, I'm glad to see you." Audrey reached out to him.

"My pleasure."

After saying hello, several people sat down: "Mr. Ike, continue with the topic we just said. The purpose of this invitation is to design and make a dress for Miss Hepburn that can appropriately express her identity. The specific requirements are just as I told you last night. Are there any problems?"

"No, no problem."

"I have a question..." The guy named Andrew suddenly said: "Mr. Ike, there are four other designers who are designing at the same time, including famous designers like Mr. Martin Bernard of Chanel, so you don't have to feel any pressure. After all, we have never even considered that your work can pass the first test."

Ai Fei took a deep breath, treating all the mockery in Andrew's words as if he didn't hear it: "Yes, I understand what you mean."

Mr. Wheeler also felt that his assistant's words were a bit too much: "Please forgive Andy for being rude. He forgot politeness in the delivery room when he was born. However..." He hesitated for a moment: "There is one thing he said nothing wrong. In addition to you, we did contact several other designers to design and produce the costumes for Miss Hepburn. In the end, who can get recognition and sign a contract will have to wait until many people in the crew choose and discuss before they can finally make it."

"I understand." Ai Fei nodded: "So, what are we going to do next?"

Wheeler picked up a notebook from the coffee table beside him: "This is the script of this movie, please?"

“Eh?”

"I think for a successful designer, you must have a rough understanding of what occasions the clothes you want to design should be used? So, please write a script."

"Oh, it's just in this room." The annoying Andrew spoke again: "You can't take it out of this room, and the contents in the script cannot be penetrated."

This time, Ai Fei didn't even want to pay attention to him. He took the script with both hands and started to look at it in front of everyone: He was so familiar with the story of "Roman Holiday". He looked through it sloppyly and placed it on the table: "Thank you, I've seen it."

"So fast?"

Ai Fei did not answer their questions, looked up at the clock on the wall, it was almost 12 o'clock: "So, can I..."

"What?"

"Can Miss Hepburn be asked to prepare? I want to design it for her on-site?"

“…………”

"I mean, I still have something important in the afternoon, and I hope I can design a first draft of a costume for her now."

Before Wheeler could make his comment, Audrey rose up slowly: "I don't know what Mr. Ike needs me to prepare?"

"It's very simple, just stand up." As he said, he had already taken off the drawing board: "I draw very fast, it only takes a few minutes."

“…………”

Ai Fei expanded the drawing board, held it with one hand, and quickly typed the draft with the other hand with a pencil, and raised his head from time to time to glance. In less than a cigarette, the familiar and strange girl opposite appeared on the drawing paper: "It's OK."

"Is this a design done?" Even Audrey couldn't help but ask: This is a little too fast, right?

"Actually, all I need is to draw your appearance and then the design of the costumes, but you can no longer use it to stand there as a model." As his mouth explained, his hands never stopped. In fact, before coming here, he had already considered what kind of costumes to design for such a girl. It would be fine if the princess dress in front was not enough. There was not much room for choice in this regard, and he still designed according to the princess skirt I remembered. As for the clothing to be used in the later scenes, he should seriously consider it.

Wheeler and Parker sat beside him, watching a girl's face appear quickly on a piece of white paper, which was a little different from Audrey standing in front of them. The girl in the painting had bright eyes and white teeth, showing people a faint smile. This is not counting. Her hair was not Audrey's long hair, but a short, brand new hairstyle formed behind the ears: two people looked at each other, is this still Miss Hepburn?

Ai Fei was only concerned about painting, but did not pay attention to the strange expressions of the two people. When he found out that he had accidentally designed the famous Hepburn head in later generations, it was too late: "Oh no!" He said in his heart, should he modify it? If they really chose this head shape, he would use history to influence history. What a confusing account?

Seeing his hand stopping, the Mr. Andrew said again: "What's wrong? Mr. Ike, have you encountered any problem that the Japanese cannot solve?"

Ai Fei scolded him in his heart! I'm asking you to provoke you? Why do you treat me like this? A thought changed into his mind and took off the drawing paper: "Mr. Wheeler?"

"Ah, yes." Wheeler reached out to take the drawing paper and took it in front of him again and looked at it carefully. He was not a professional, and he really couldn't see any advantages and disadvantages of this design, so he handed it to Andrew: "Andy?"

Andrew took it over and looked at it, and a sense of anger rose in his heart: he had a great personal opinion about the Japanese, and he was unwilling to let a Japanese be selected in the end no matter what. He had already thought about it. No matter how excellent his design was, he had to find a way to find a problem and then fire him up! But the drawing paper in his hand made him unable to think of any design that could be more satisfactory than this design! Too hell, how could such a thing happen? No, he couldn't pass the test! He made up his mind and Andrew sneered a few times: "Mr. Ike?"

“…………”

"I really don't understand. Can a designer who can't even correctly describe the demeanor of a girl standing face to face as a candidate?"

Ai Fei really had nothing to argue for such accusation, so he had to choose to remain silent.

"Sorry..." Andrew slowly handed the drawing paper forward: "I don't think your design can be our last choice."

Ai Fei was not pretentious and was about to reach out to take the drawing paper. Audrey took it first: "…?"

"Miss Hepburn?"

Audrey leaned her head and looked at the drawing paper, then looked at Ai Fei a few more times: "Why did you... think of such a design?"

"I just think that when a princess walks out of the streets of Rome, she will hope to get changes from the inside out. This change is not only in clothing, but also in demeanor, but more importantly in spiritual terms." He briefly explained a few words: "So, I think a clean and neat hairstyle will allow the audience to accept the authenticity of the story as soon as possible. At least, it can allow the audience to accept the next story between her and the two reporters."

Hepburn likes such a design, but it is difficult to make the final decision as she is now, so he nodded: "No matter whether your final design can be chosen by Mr. Wheeler, I... hope,"

“Eh?”

"I hope you get this design drawing, is that OK?"

"Of course." Ai Fei stood up: "This piece of painting should be regarded as a gift to Miss Hepburn. Gentlemen, please allow my farewell."

Parker sent him to the door, shook hands and said goodbye, "Mr. Ike, I hope you can forgive Andy..."

"Because of Mr. Wheeler's words?"

Parker Zhanyan smiled: "No, for some personal reasons. Well, his father is the sailor on the Arizona."

Ai Fei immediately understood and looked inside: "It's a very forgivable reason. So, that's it, thank you for your explanation."

"I hope we can work together again. By the way, I personally like your design."

Ai Fei smiled slightly: "Goodbye, Mr. Parker."

"goodbye."
Chapter completed!