He exchanged business cards with the strong women around him. He counted about it, no less than ten. At this time, of course it was impossible to read them carefully one by one. Carl temporarily put them in his pocket: "Yes, just as I said to you just now, the conditions are indeed very good."

"But do you really think Ike...will allow you to show your work in such a fashion week show?" Carl, the speaker, knew him, Henry Hayes, who is the resident designer of the magazine, and a very talented young man.

"Well, to be precise, it's just a few very ordinary designs." Speaking of this, Carl was a little shy: "And it was done under the guidance of Mr. Ike. Originally, such works and quantity would never support a themed fashion show. However, Mr. Ike made some modifications to my design and launched as a display unit during the fashion week. And..."

"Um?"

"According to the contract signed with Mr. Ike, if a designer's design product is recognized by the market, the designer himself can obtain no less than 12‰ of economic benefits."

"12‰?" The young people around were shocked: Even large companies like Chanel only gave 9‰ share. He actually gave more shares?

At this point, Carl seemed to have a spirit: "The last thing I can tell you is that Mr. Ike promised to sign a contract with me. When the time is right, he will launch a brand named completely after me."

Compared with the economic interest stimulus just now, this news made a group of people even more excited: "Are you sure?"

"What?"

“News on allowing yourself to set up a brand?”

"Of course. This is written in the contract." Carl smiled bitterly: "But, what is the timetable for Mr. Ike to agree to establish his own brand, but he has never mentioned it. Perhaps, for a young man who is only 21 years old, time can still be slowed down, right?"

The words made everyone chuckled: "Then, Mr. Schmidt, do you think it is really okay to work for a Japanese person...I mean, are you willing to accept it from your heart?"

"Well, instead of explaining whether I'm willing to work for Mr. Ike, I'd better tell you a story. A story that I saw, heard, and participated in in person."

"Ahhh! The aftermath of the cocktail party, storytelling, do you think we need to light a cigar?"

Carl ignored the jokes of his peers and began to tell the story he knew: "It was a day shortly after I just joined Ike's company. Yumiya Iko from Japan, the only Japanese in the company except Mr. Ike, came to the only office space of the company. By the way, Ms. Yumiya has always been in charge of Mr. Ike's secretary and assistant. It was only in recent times that she went to the factory to be responsible for the specific clothing production business."

"...Okay. Let's continue the story. The arrival of Yugong Jingzi brought bad news. Mr. Andy Cowlings, the black boss in charge of daily production in the factory, found that someone had stolen the scraps that appeared in the clothing production process in the factory. Well, you can probably guess that these are some more advanced fabric varieties, but because they are scraps, they will not have any specific use value. However, because the stolen ones were black female workers, this caused dissatisfaction among many white female workers."

"Wait." A young guy suddenly stopped him: "You mean, black staff and white people work together?"

"And it's a black employee who serves as the foreman. Let's wait for this topic." Carl answered briefly and continued to tell: "The impact of this incident is great, and it is also very serious. As a Japanese, Yumiya Jingko was unwilling to put this matter outside the factory to solve it. She was just going to fire the female worker and then report it to Mr. Ike, which was the end. However, after Mr. Ike learned about this, he specially called Yumiya Jingko, the stolen female worker, and the white female worker in the factory to the office. After careful inquiry, he learned the truth of the matter. It turned out that this black female worker named Maria had a granddaughter who was less than 6 years old. She stole the scraps of these clothes just to sew a piece of clothing for her granddaughter and make a beautiful doll as a gift for the child's 6-year-old."

“…………”

"Later, after Mr. Ike learned about this, he agreed to the order to fire Ms. Maria, but when the girl was 6 years old, he drove to Brooklyn to hold a birthday party for the adorable child."

"... Seriously, gentlemen, I really disagree with Mr. Ike's practice of abusing good people, not because she is black, nor do I think that a birthday party for a child is unacceptable. However, to perform such a sensational act against a female worker who has been fired and fired, not mentioning wasting money, but just delayed time and more meaningful occupation of working hours that should be done. Can't it be exempted? Do you know how Mr. Ike answered me?"

"...He said: 'The so-called abuse of good people is just to target people who have the same sympathy for their own nation, their own race, and people of the same skin color as theirs! In my opinion, every life is worthy of respect, and in fact, I am also doing my best to make my employees enjoy the respect between colleagues of different ethnic groups, different races, and different skin colors! A female worker like Maria is dismissed by the factory because of her own actions. As the saying goes, everyone has to take responsibility for what she has done. She was fired because she stole and held a birthday party for her children, just because I know this."

A group of young people around him listened quietly until he finished telling the story, and they woke up one by one: "That's it?"

"Yes, that's it." Carl smiled and picked up a glass of champagne: "Gentlemen, what I want to tell you is that in my opinion, Mr. Ike's talent can allow me to learn some knowledge that I could not learn in school and books, and more importantly, through this, I know that in his heart, there is a heart of respect for everyone! And this is the main excuse I found for myself to think that I can accept a Japanese leader!"

Schmidt was telling stories to a group of people, and Ai Fei was actually telling stories, but the content of the story was different, and the objects of the story were different.

"...Yes, I also want to continue to contribute to the development of my country in Japan, but I always believe that the strong region of the cultural industry I have been engaged in is still in the United States, and at least, in the next ten years, will be in the United States."

"In that case, Mr. Ike, you will have been living in the United States for a long time? Just as you said, in the next ten years?"

"Oh, no, Mr. Journalist, don't add trouble to the gentlemen of the Immigration Bureau in the interview published in your newspaper." Amid the laughter of the crowd, Ai Fei answered seriously: "In fact, I will stay in the United States for about one more year and will leave for up to two years."

"It's only about two years?" A group of reporters around found it incredible: "Do you think... even now that your career is about to enter the top stage, you have to make the decision to leave in two years? It seems that you are not confident enough about the products you designed?"

“……………” Ai Fei was about to answer a few words when he heard Henry’s voice sound: “Is the last choice or leave? Just like you left behind your colleagues who worked with you in Japan?”

Hearing this familiar voice, Ai Fei smiled sincerely: "Hi, Henry."

Henry walked out of the crowd and shook his hands: "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the young people around me."

Everyone was stunned. What is the special thing about Mr. Ike's identity? Is it necessary for him to introduce? While he was confused, Henry continued: "If you still have a little impression, you should remember that in the 25th year of Showa... I'm sorry, I was in 950. The New York Times once published a series of comics, called "Ocean Cookies", which is based on a famous horse racing back then. His author is Mr. Ike who is standing beside me."

"Buzzing buzzing!" The crowd was in a mess. Many people have seen the story of "Ocean Cookies", but they never knew it was the work of such a fashion designer who had achieved great success in the United States?

"Henry, what do you want to do?"

Henry smiled at Ai Fei: "Oh, gentlemen, there is another thing you don't know. Not only "Ocean Cookies", but many very popular works sold on the market later were also made by Mr. Ike. For example, "Points and Lines", which were praised by many detective novel enthusiasts, have been loved by many comic readers, and has also been praised by Lawrence Cazari, the editor-in-chief of the reading page of the New York Times, and other purely oriental cultural charms, but have been accepted by Westerners. It is also the work of Mr. Ike."

Compared with "Ocean Cookies", "Points and Lines" has more familiarity with many Americans due to content and length, but no one expected that the owners of these works of different styles actually live in the United States? This is big news! The spotlight that had already dimmed for a moment shines violently again.

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Chapter completed!