He walked into the studio one by one with Yumiya Iko. Before the girls came, Yumiya cooked a coffee pot on her own and prepared coffee for him. Ai Fei walked around the studio and nodded with satisfaction, which was very different from the original one: the room was full of newly made clothes, most of which were hunting suits and jackets, and there were dresses, but there were very few. He walked over and picked up a piece with a strip of cloth on it with the owner's name written on it.

The rest of the space was cleaned by Monica and others, and even the sewing machine was cleaned. Even the grease in the foot pedals and connectors was wiped clean. The room was empty, and the paper and other cutting tools were painted with clothing styles could not be found at all. He took a few steps and looked carefully, and finally found it: in a newly purchased cabinet in the studio, the documents were placed quite neatly, and he picked up one at a glance. Yes, it was the clothing model he designed himself. In a space below, there was also a cutting tool, which was polished and scrubbed as new. Not only did the room, but his desk had been cleaned by the girls, except for a desk lamp, some pencils, paint and other items that must be used. The drawers were locked, and they could not clean up.

Pick up the folder on the table and put a few pieces of paper inside, which wrote about the income situation of the past month. The paper was filled with the customers' names, the needs for clothes, and the amount. Just calculate it roughly. During my absence in the United States this month, the studio's business was not affected at all. On the contrary, from the record, it was even better than when I was there! More than 200 customers made requests to make clothes, and the total amount exceeded 100,000 US dollars! It's a considerable number!

At the bottom, there was a letter. Ai Fei had no problem with English dialogue, but he still looked a little blurry in this type of English text. After careful consideration, he finally confirmed that this was written for himself! Open the envelope, the contents of the three pieces of paper were filled with the same pen as the envelope. This time he had no choice: wait a moment and let a girl recite it for him?

While thinking, the sound of girls chatting and talking came from outside the door: "The door seems to be open?"

"Is Mr. Ike back?" Several figures faintly outside the glass. Someone pushed open the door and looked inside, as if he was worried about a thief: "It's really Mr. Ike?"

"Hi! Good morning Lydia!"

The girl finally pushed open the door, brightly and smiled on her cheeks: "Good morning, Mr. Ike. Oh, Miss Aiguchi. Good morning."

This conversation is understandable by Yumiya. He bowed slightly: "Good morning. Lydy...ya."

The girls who came from the church school may be proficient in all skills, but they are a little dull in their personality. Lydia is one of them. He nodded to her after hearing this, even if he had said hello: "Good."

“How is the situation recently?”

"Yes, Mr. Ike, the situation is quite good. The new clothing you designed has been recognized by more and more people. We can only postpone the customization of some clothing as much as possible. Even so, we need to work until very late every day before we get off work."

"What about the guests' reaction? Have you raised any objections?"

"No. They all like it..."

Ai Fei waved his hand: "I mean, how did they react to our approach to prolonging the time?"

"..." Lydia thought for a while: "I didn't seem to hear any complaints from them. However, many ladies in the same industry expressed dissatisfaction with our current inability to undertake women's clothing for the time being. They seemed to think that a fashion design studio could not reject women."

"This is also true." Ai Fei nodded: "The design and acceptance of women's clothing should not distract us too much for the time being. We should focus on men's clothing first. Maybe when the number of people is higher, we will take over this part of the work. Oh, are everyone else good?"

"Yes, we are all very good. I think, yes."

"You want?" Ai Fei curiously hugged his chest: "What do you want?"

"Well...Miss Dorothy asked...Hmm..." Lydia glanced timidly: "Suggest, maybe you will be willing to make the issue of the originally agreed salary..."

"I understand. It's about salary, right?"

“…………”

"I will consider this matter. Wait a while, and everyone will arrive later. Let's hold a meeting to discuss it together. Listen to everyone's opinions - although I can already guess what the final result is. Hello, Yugong, where is my coffee? Isn't it done yet?"

"Ah, hey!"

Monica and others also walked into the studio and met Ai Fei and greeted each other without mentioning each other. Ai Miyaki took out the gifts they brought from China to give to several girls, just some Kabuki models, small accessories, etc. That's it, but it also made the first time I saw this girl full of exotic style and happy: "Thank you, Mr. Ike, Ms. Ai Miyaki."

"Ms. Lydia just now had a conversation, and it was about salary issues. Yes, I also agree that the ladies have put in a lot of hard work for the studio in the past month. I personally agree and accept your request for a raise. But there is one question: Are you asking for an increase in salary during normal working hours or during overtime? When I signed a work agreement with you, I also seriously considered the pressure and intensity of work that may arise in the future. There are also clear regulations on overtime work during holidays or non-working hours. For example, on normal working days, if you work overtime, you will be paid at a daily salary, and the other time will be paid at 200 or 300. Is this our agreement?"

"Yes, Mr. Ike, all we need is to increase our daily salary. That is..." Monica's obvious heads of these people: "I want to say that if we can increase our daily salary, relatively speaking, the salary of overtime will also be increased."

"So OK, what level do you think it's better to increase it? $5? $7?"

Monica took a deep breath: "We hope it's...$10."

"That is, the weekly salary is US$50? It doesn't include overtime?" Ai Fei shook his head slowly: "I'm sorry, girls, I can't get such a price."

"……………” Monica looked back at everyone, and after a look at her eyes, she slowed down her condition: "Mr. Ike, if we say that we only require daily wages to use such a price, will the salary of other overtime hours be calculated according to the original base?"

Ai Fei was a little confused: "What do you... mean?"

"At normal times, we require a daily salary of US$10, and the overtime time will be increased according to the original base of US$4 per day."

"I understand..." Ai Fei smiled bitterly: "You have considered this long ago, right?"

Monica smiled: "If you say this, have you agreed?"

"We each took a step back, $6 per day, and the overtime hours are also calculated based on this base."

"make a deal!"

The resolution to raise the salary was passed. After the girls burst into great enthusiasm and laughed, they stood up and walked to their jobs to continue their daily operations: "Monica, stay for a while. Yuguchi, come here too."

Sitting on the chair and looking at the two girls of different ages but both charming and charming, Ai Fei was very happy: "Well, I never discovered that there seems to be only one man in the studio! Is this considered a harem to some extent? It must not be counted. They are not their own women, they are just working for themselves. How can they count? It does not count, it must not count!"

"Mr. Ike? Mr. Ike?"

"Uh!" He finally woke up from his yy: "That's right, Monica, Arimiya, you know her. She has not been from Japan for a long time and cannot talk to you very fluently in language. You are responsible for helping her and let her learn your language as quickly as possible."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"The second thing, you can wait a moment to measure the size of Uriya's body and make a piece of clothing for her. I'll give you the specific style later." After explaining to Monica a few words, he explained to Uriya in Japanese: "...Don't refuse. Although the kimono looks very good, it's still too inconsistent in such an environment."

"Since that's the case... I'll get it!"

"Learn to speak English as much as possible, otherwise it would be too inconvenient."

"Hi!"

"The last thing." Ai Fei took out the letter just now: "I'm not very familiar with writing English. Monica, can you read it to me?"

"Of course, sir." Monica took the letter and looked at it: "This is a letter from Los Angeles, and the writer is Grace Kelly."

"..." Ai Fei was shocked: How could she write to herself?

Monica did not pay attention to his expression and took out the letter and spread it: "Dear Mr. Ike, first of all, please allow me to apologize to you with great regret! A conversation and meeting in the studio made me very rudely lose my temper with you. Please believe me, this is something that I have received and the philosophy I have always adhered to cannot tolerate and accept. Therefore, sincerely beg you to accept my apology! If my language and my actions have caused harm to you, please believe me, this is definitely not my intention."

"…I have deeply realized the terrible consequences of a tragedy that may cause a small thing that seems very trivial. Although this is not the harm to others caused by me, but, as you said, I have deeply realized the harm to others caused by a small thing."

Ai Fei was really confused: What exactly is it in this letter? Does Grace always speak like this? Is this the way she says? Keep listening.

"...When I was writing this letter to you, I was immersed in the siege of great sorrow and sadness. My assistant Mr. Robert, who left me forever because of a car accident! The reason was that when passing through the intersection of the road, I did not pay attention to a car driven by a drunk driver!"

"...I can't say that I have no resentment or anger towards the drunk driver, but the facts make me know that I am the same as that person in some way! The only difference is that all my actions - all actions that do not care about other people's feelings and dangerous actions in all dangerous occasions - have not caused any more serious or worse consequences!"

Ai Fei waved his hand and stopped her from continuing to read: "Just end here."

Monica seemed to be infected by the sadness in the letter, and closed the letter paper silently and placed it on his desk: "Sir, is there anything else?"

"It's nothing. Oh, I'll reply to her later. After writing it... please write me the delivery address and then send it out."

"Yes, sir."
Chapter completed!