The backstage is a dressing room, a preparation room, a locker room, and a lounge. Originally, guests were not allowed to enter. It was not because they would copy the designer's design, but because the place was limited and too many people entered, for fear that there would be no space for girls to change clothes!

However, when Aimiya Iko came in and talked to Ai Fei, Ms. Chanel and Mr. Mos wanted to go to the backstage to visit, his eyes rolled a few times: "Okay, go and invite them in. Oh, Aimiya?"

"Yes?"

"If anyone else wants to come in, you can come together."

"Eh?" Yumiya didn't understand his intention very much, but she still took the order. After a while, Ms. Chanel was in front, Mr. Mos was behind, and there were a few people behind her, including men and women, and slowly walked into the preparation room in the backstage.

It is similar to the fashion show backstage preparation room that Mr. Mos can often see in the past year. There are wooden clothes racks everywhere, and female models walking back and forth like butterflies everywhere. There are chirping sounds everywhere, and the unique body odors of girls rush into the nose tube.

However, unlike the preparation room for many fashion shows I have seen outside, there are not so many clothes here? It's really strange. The biggest product of the fashion show is clothing. Why is there no clothes here? Or has it been packed up by him before? It seems that Mr. Ike is not such a person, right?

While he was wondering, an English full of accent sounded: "Welcome, Ms. Chanel."

Several people looked up and saw a big man with a young and handsome face, full of macho atmosphere, and a layer of thin beads of sweat on his forehead seemed to add a bit of sexiness to him: "Uh, hello?"

"Carl, Carl Schmidt." The young man smiled and took Chanel's hand and kissed: "The only male employee of Ike except Mr. Ike. Well, I mean, white male employee."

Chanel lowered her arms gracefully: "German?"

"Yes, ma'am." Carl nodded: "Mr. Ike hopes that I will lead everyone to make a move first, and he will come soon."

Moss is one of the Americans who are closer to Ai Fei, but he doesn't know that he has a German employee under him now, so he is interested: "Have Mr. Schmidt worked in Mr. Ike's company for a long time?"

"No, it can't be considered a long time. I only worked in Mr. Ike's company after the New Year." Carl led the way while turning around and chatting.

“Are you a designer too?”

"It's more appropriate to say that I am Mr. Ike's helper than to say that I am Mr. Ike's helper. My main job is to turn Mr. Ike's tasks, of course, into patterns. After his consent and approval, it will be sent to the factory for production." Carl suddenly smiled proudly: "Oh, tonight. To be precise, I will wait for a while and my design clothing will appear."

Moss was shocked: "You mean, the outfits you designed will also appear at this fashion show?"

Carl glanced at him strangely: "Of course, according to what Mr. Ike said, in the company, any excellent design produced by a designer will have the opportunity to meet the public."

Even Chanel frowned when he said this. But now is not the time to ask a question: "So, Mr. Schmidt, can we let Mr. Ike come first in the costumes that will be launched in the second half of the show?"

"Of course. Please come with me." Carl led a few people to walk a few steps in the preparation room, and came to the door of the locker room with the curtains hanging. Without saying hello, he opened the curtains and heard a girl's cry from inside: "Ah?"

"Oh, sorry! I don't know anyone inside."

"Then you should ask too!" The model inside groaned and grabbed a piece of clothing and blocked it in front of her chest. She glared at him fiercely, and ran out without saying hello to others.

Several people wanted to laugh but were embarrassed, so they had to turn their eyes to the inside of the locker room. If they were not mistaken, there was a place for clothing to be placed here and behind other locker rooms. No wonder they couldn't see it outside?

According to the observations of Chanel and Mr. Vince and others behind her, an interesting phenomenon was also discovered, that all the clothing placed in the dressing room was made based on the figure of the model using the dressing room. This kind of detail-oriented approach, even Mr. Hall Vince, who doesn't like the pressure on himself because Ai Fei launched the market products, also felt admiring: You must know that such a requirement seems simple, but so many models and so many clothing must maintain the overall order and not make any mistakes, which may not be possible for everyone!

The area of ​​the locker room is very small, and it is impossible to accommodate everyone in and watch it. In this case, the ladies are naturally preferred. Ms. Chanel walked into the locker room, picked up a one-piece short suit and glanced for a while, sighed silently, and walked out. Everyone was stunned: Is this over?

After her, Mr. Vince was entered. He learned from the lady's appearance and picked up a pink high-waisted fluffy skirt. The lace on his chest showed a sexy and cute atmosphere. The overall feeling of this outfit is the ballet doll that can be seen in the music box. This simple and sexy feeling creates a cuteness rather than a naked lou, which makes people impressed by the designer's fantasy ideas.

Like Ms. Chanel, in the eyes of professionals like Mr. S, just seeing a piece of clothing is enough to give him a deeper understanding of the designer's talent: Do you have to pick up and appreciate each piece like those laymen, and be amazed? That's too unprofessional.

Putting down the clothes in his hand, Vince glanced at Chanel for inquiry, and the two of them saw the hidden worries in each other's hearts: Is there any way for others to go to the market for such clothing?

"I'm sorry! I'm late!" Ai Fei's voice sounded. He made the two of them turn their heads quickly: "Mr. Ike?"

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Ai Fei apologized again: "Ms. Chanel,..."

Chanel stared at Ai Fei with a look that she couldn't even explain clearly, making him look a little furious: "Chanel... Madam?"

"You did a great job, kid." The lady's tone sounded faintly: "Really, I never thought that such words would be spoken out of my mouth. But, Mr. Ike, I must admit that you are indeed a designer who can lead the development of the clothing industry in this era."

Ai Fei smiled modestly: "Thank you for your praise. Ms. Chanel. In fact, I always think that I am just the child who is playing by the beach and cheering for being able to pick up a beautiful shell, but I don't know that a blue young man in front of me is really worth exploring."

Vince walked forward a few steps and was about to discuss the design of the costumes with him, but Ai Fei raised his wrist: "Oh, Ms. Chanel, the second half of the performance is about to begin. Don't you go to the exhibition hall to take a seat?"

When taking everyone out of the backstage preparation room, Carl immediately came to Ai Fei's side: "Sir?"

"How about it?"

"Sorry, sir, I have no chance to talk to others about what you have told me."

"Nothing." Ai Fei shook his head indifferently: "When the performance is over. I think if nothing unexpected happens, there will be many people who are willing to stay at the end of the performance. Then we will have a conversation between you."

Carl was silent for a while, as a person. He was unwilling to accept such orders, but as a company employee, he had to be obliged to fulfill the mission delivered by his boss: "Sir, do you think this is really good?"

Ai Fei turned around and looked straight into his green eyes: "Carl, I hope you remember that what I asked you to do is definitely not to deceive anyone. Just tell others about your personal experience and experience. As for their choice, it is not what I want to consider."

“…………”

"Isn't it? The salary of $150 per week does not include double salary in June and December. It does not include the bonus at the end of the year, does not include design inspiration, does not include tacit understanding at work, and does not include some other welfare conditions. Isn't this what you have experienced? What I asked you to do is just tell others what happened in the company and what is about to happen. This cannot be considered a difficult job, right?"

"No, sir, this is not a difficult situation. Just, do you think it will work?"

"I don't know how the effect is, but for Ike now, people are the first factor to consider. Can you believe it? If a company wants to grow and grow bigger, it can be achieved by the strength of the two of us?"

"Yes, sir, I get it."

Ai Fei didn't want to be in charge of the staff's psychological activities, so he turned around and greeted: "Yugong?"

"Yes, Xiao Aijun?"

Ai Fei looked at Yumiya Iko. Now she is becoming more and more powerful. Her customized professional dress outlines exquisite curves. Her plump double-branched clothes are about to come out. Her narrower waist and round buttocks with her lower body are bulging, making her look very magnificent. Her hair is tied up high, her smooth forehead and plump and shiny cheeks make her feel unappropriate outside of her beauty. Originally, Ai Fei wanted her to change into a kimono and appear at the fashion show, but she refused: the reason was that the kimono was generous and troublesome, and she was afraid that she would not be able to work better in such an occasion. He couldn't force it, so he had to let her go.

In fact, Ayami Iko is no longer the timid and delicate Japanese girl she used to be. In the past year in the United States, especially since Ai Fei appointed her as the head of the factory, she has cultivated her strong self-confidence. It can be said that compared with her in Japan, she has changed her tires, like a reborn phoenix, and her whole body exudes a strong personal aura. Sometimes, even Ai Fei will be compared by her!

"Call the girls to prepare to play!"

"Hi!"
Chapter completed!