"Do you have anything to like?" The saleswoman just now didn't notice the change in his expression and continued to ask with a smile.

"I'm sorry..." Ai Fei was about to say nothing, but his words changed again: "Do you know where the women's clothing department is?"

"Hi Yi! The women's clothing department is on the third floor. Do you need me to take you there?"

"No, no need." Thanks to the girl, Ai Fei walked up to the third floor again, which was similar to the second floor. The third floor was also sparsely populated, and more were several waiters responsible for serving a customer. He looked at the watch and it was now 10:15 in the morning. Is it because of time that there were no customers?

Thinking randomly, he wandered around the women's clothing department. Compared with the downstairs, there were much more types of clothing here, but there were almost no ones that could be taken by him. Well? Is there a Chanel counter in front of him? This was an unexpected discovery!

When I got closer, it was indeed a Chanel counter with several samples of clothing placed inside. Ai Fei could probably see that these clothing were all types of clothing when he just arrived in the United States two years ago. Hey, they were all out of date clothing!

A female salesperson accidentally looked up and saw his side face. She said in surprise, "Huh!" and was still not sure that it was him. She walked up to him on the pretext and looked at him carefully. This time she recognized him: "Is it really you? Ai Jun?"

"Hey!" Ai Fei was startled and looked at the petite girl in front of him: "I'm sorry, I... do we know each other?"

The girl laughed giggling: "We have seen it at Yugongjun's home. You may not remember me?"

"You are the Miss Hanyue who celebrates her birthday, right?"

The girl whispered and said, "Where is it! I am the spiritual boy who pours water for you and Xiao Xunjun! I'm very happy to see you!"

"Ah, hello. I'm sorry, I... didn't pay attention that night." Ai Fei smiled awkwardly: "Are you... working here?"

"Hi Yi! Hi Yi! I am Miura Riko. Please take care of me when I first meet."

"Hey! Lingzi! Don't slut!" A man's voice sounded, and Lingzi turned around: "Ah, I'm sorry! I have to go to work."

The man walked over quickly when he spoke just now: "I'm sorry, I hope Miss Lingzi will not cause trouble for your purchase! I am Hiroshi Uehara, the director of the Women's Clothing Department of New Tokyo Department Store. Please take care of me for the first time when I meet."

"Hello..." Ai Fei secretly scolded himself as a bastard. This is Japan, not the United States! In Uehara Hiroshi's puzzled eyes, the young man bowed slightly: "I am Ai Fei. I'm Ai Fei. Please take care of him for the first time."

"..." Uehara Hong was shocked: "Ai Fei? Are you Ai Feijun?"

“Yes, is there any problem?”

"Ai Feijun, who works as a fashion designer in the United States? Ah! Sorry, I asked so rudely!" Uehara Hiroshi spoke a little messy: "I'm sorry, can you wait?"

"Eh?" Before Ai Fei could react, Uehara Hiro had already trotted away.

Hasegawa approached a little behind him: "Isn't that bad?"

"Yes! Eh?" Ai Fei agreed casually: "I'm sorry, I'm rude."

"Nothing." Hasegawa seemed to have let go of his arms: "If Xiao Ai Jun thinks... cannot cooperate with the other party, don't worry about my existence."

When he spoke like this, Ai Fei was embarrassed to refuse directly: "The main reason is that there is no newer stuff. I don't mention the gap in traffic, but just look at their decorations, the clothing, language, and actions of the shopping guide at the counter. Alas, in my opinion, there are problems everywhere!"

But Hasegawa couldn't see the problem: "Do you think it's not good? Don't all department stores in Japan do it in this way?"

"So I said, Japan now does not have a market environment where my works are sold. Do you really think that the style of clothing suitable for Americans can also be suitable for Japanese?"

“??”

"Also, most of my designs are women's clothing. In Japan today, it is difficult to get the recognition of female customers and dare to wear such clothing when you walk out of the house."

Hasegawa heard it was fun and couldn't help but smile: "So, where is the men's clothing?"

"There are much fewer men's clothing designs, and even if I put my name on it, how much profit can it bring to the store? This is an unknown number. Although it can bring me a lot of profits, it may not be able to achieve the same result for the store!"

As the two of them spoke, the women's clothing department director Hiro Uehara, who had just left, walked over quickly again, followed by two men and a woman: "Here. Ai Jun?"

At this time, Ai Fei could not leave, so he had to pretend to be a smile: "Mr. Uehara?"

"Please allow me to introduce you to you. This is Aoi Murase, the executive officer of our company. This is Sato Jirojun, the head of the purchasing department, and this is Ms. Gess Koizumi, the deputy head of the women's clothing department. This is the famous designer Ai Feijun who just returned from the United States."

Several people saluted each other: "Please take care of me when I first meet. I am Aoi Murase (Sato Jiro, Koizumi Tetsushi)."

"Please take care of me when I meet for the first time. I am Ai Fei." Ai Fei paid special attention. The woman named Gess Koizumi bowed very deeply, and it was almost 90 degrees.

Several people stood face to face, and Aoi Murase smiled all over her face: "I heard from Jimbo Jun at the company's regular meeting last time. I hope to get the consent of Ai Feijun, who is developing in the United States, and take his works to the store for exhibition and sale. I didn't expect that just a few days passed, this matter could really become a fact."

"Uh... I'm sorry! Murase Jun, I'm here this time, well, because of some work matters, I'm sorry to waste too much time!"

"Where, where! We also saw in the newspaper that Ai Jun's company is now a hot topic in getting bidding for airport projects! Many people, including Shen Baojun, are also watching the final development with great interest! Well, speaking of it, Shen Baojun rarely has such a great interest in anything!"

"Haha..." Several people around him, including Hasegawa, smiled.

Ai Fei didn't know what was going on, so he looked around and said: "..."

"Oh, look how rude I am?" The man who called Aoi Murase bowed: "Ai Jun, please go to the conference room with me to rest for a while, is that OK?"

"Ah, thank you, then." Ai Fei turned around and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce you. This is my friend, Hasegawa Yuemon."

Aoi Murase intuition told herself that she had heard this name, but she couldn't remember it. It was not until she exchanged business cards with each other that she suddenly realized: "Ah! Hasegawa, I'm sorry, because... Ji Baojun mentioned your name, but I forgot! It's so rude!"

Hasegawa smiled: "No, it's just because I have been contacting Jimbo, so I have never seen you guys before."

Ai Fei smiled and rolled his eyes: "It's like a spy movie! Still keep in touch? Only with one person?"

Everyone laughed!

A few minutes later, Aoi Murase's secretary brought coffee to everyone: "I heard more than once about Ai Jun's career development in the United States in newspapers and radio stations, but I never thought that as a member of the New Tokyo Department Store, I would have the opportunity to cooperate with you. This time I really thank Hasegawa Jun!"

"The thing I hate the most is Ai Fei! He is unwilling to come to the store on the grounds of being busy with work, otherwise we will meet earlier."

"Haha..." Everyone chuckled again.

Ai Fei hooked the corner of his mouth, which gave Hasegawa some face: "So, Murase-kun?"

"Hi!"

"I feel very sorry about cooperation. Before I met you guys, I had a walk around your company's store. I can't say that I'm very... well, I understand."

Several people heard the hidden meaning in his words. After all, it was the first time that the two sides met, and it was always annoying to just say something wrong and omissions directly. I had to pretend to be ignorant and accepted his statement: "... And because I will go back to the United States soon, you may also know that my clothing industry started and developed completely in the United States. In Japan, I may not have much time to deal with this matter."

"The most important thing is that some of my design concepts are carried out completely according to the Western concept of dress and possible market reactions. In terms of China, I have not thought a lot, so I think that for this cooperation, your company must have the awareness and preparation to ultimately not be able to cooperate."

Aoi Murase was stunned: "Ai Jun, if it is due to salary issues, you can negotiate."

Ai Fei glanced at him strangely, and lowered his head like a shy child: "No, Murase, this matter has nothing to do with salary. It is mainly because the design concept of clothing is too different from the styles that Japanese people can accept. You will not want the final clothing to be made and put on the display cabinet, but no one will take care of it? Apart from wasting countless resources and limited venues, there is no profit. If things really come into this situation, whether it is for your company or me, it will have a great impact on our future relationship, right?"

As the chief and deputy director of the clothing department of the New Tokyo Department Store, if the few people who were sitting there did not think of the problem he mentioned, it would be too underestimated to the Japanese's ability. However, the sales volume of the store in the past year has declined sharply. Originally, June-September was the golden sales period of the store, but this year, it only achieved sales of 60 last year, and the board of directors was also very troubled. After knowing that Ai Fei returned to China, these people also felt a little sick and rushed to seek medical treatment. So they used their relationship to contact him regardless of everything. Who knew that he had said such a theory? It was the fact that was in front of him again. If he continued to get entangled, he would be a mess!

Aoi Murase scratched her head, as if she wanted to say something. The deputy director, Tseus Koizumi, suddenly said: "What if Ai Jun could design some clothing for the Japanese that matched their nationality? Or, what about clothing that the Japanese might be able to accept?"

Ai Fei was determined to refuse. Seeing the pitiful look of several people, he felt unbearable, but Japanese-style clothing? He thought about it for a while: "..."

"Ask salary issues, please rest assured that our company will pay the corresponding amount as you require."

"Let's do this." Ai Fei finally nodded: "In terms of men's clothing, I will try my best to meet your needs and provide your company with some design manuscripts, but please forgive me for women's clothing. I need to consider this matter after returning to the United States. Is it OK?"

When he returned to the company's office, before he could sit down, Reiko Kato reported to him: "Ai Jun came just now, and seeing that you were not here, I will go back first."

"Okay, Miss Lianzi contacted him and asked him if there was anything." While he was stammering, he sorted out his desk and took out a few samples of clothing styles drawn from the drawer after returning from the United States, and prepared to send them to the department store tomorrow.

After just finishing all this, Taro Aizhu also came: "Xiao Aijun, can you tell you something?"

As mentioned earlier, because of the embarrassing relationship with his son, Taro Aizu always avoids meeting or talking to him as much as possible. Even if he really can't hide, he will call him "Mr. President" and it's the first time he calls him "Xiao Ai Jun" like today!

"Ah, yes, dad, are you doing something?"

"Hey!" Aizhu Taro thought for a moment: "Can you talk to you about Aiguchi... things?"

"Uh?" Ai Fei stopped the work in his hand and looked up at his father: "Of course, of course. You can sit, dad."

"Hey!" Aizhu Taro sat down opposite his son, as if he was hesitating about how to speak, and as if he was recalling something: "Dad and mom, although they accepted... the fact that Xiao Ai Jun and Yumiya were together, but considering that Xiao Ai Jun might have to live together after he returned to China in the future, we thought, if, if Xiao Ai Jun agrees, Dad and Mom want to buy a bigger... residence in Tokyo, can Xiao Ai Jun agree?"

Ai Fei was confused and a little confused: "What do you and your mother mean to buy another residence?"

"Hey! But it doesn't cost Xiao Aijun, you can buy it with your father and mother. Xiao Aijun... Xiao Aijun?"

"No, no, no, no, if you want to buy a larger house, I'll pay." Ai Fei still didn't understand what his father wanted to express, but the latter was also a clumsy-mouthed person. Seeing that his son agreed, he immediately chose to say goodbye and leave, and did not even explain it to his son clearly.

Ai Fei thought for a while, but he couldn't figure out the reason. Forget it, don't think about it anymore! He picked up the phone: "Tanaka, can I come to my office once? Oh, please come here too."

The two young men came to the president's office. After hearing his doubts, they were both strange and funny. They exchanged glances with each other, as if thinking about who to speak first. Finally, it was Yuyu Nishio who spoke: "Sir, what is your problem?"

"I just want to know why my parents suddenly thought of buying a larger house? Is the current housing area not large enough? After getting married, isn't it enough to live with... Yugong?"

"You..." The two of them couldn't believe their ears: Is he a Japanese? Such questions would be asked?

Ai Fei noticed: "What? Did I ask some stupid questions?"

"Well, sir, are you the eldest son in the family?"

"yes?"

"So, don't you know, the eldest son...will you live with your parents even after getting married?"

"Ouch!" Ai Fei suddenly realized! It turned out that my parents proposed to buy a house because it was here? It was so bad! How could he use the life rules of people in the era when he lived in the past to imagine the current Japanese environment? My father went home and told his mother that his son seemed unwilling to live with them after marriage. The two old people would definitely be very sad, right?

"Mr. President?"

Ai Fei picked up the phone again and was about to dial and put it down again: "Niyao, are there some very large manor-style houses in Tokyo?"

"Hey? Do you want to buy a property like this?"

"Well! I think, if I get married to Arimiya and then return to China, I will live in such a house, of course, I have to live with my parents. You are responsible for contacting this matter, and the price will be paid according to the other party's request."

"Hi! I understand."

Ai Fei lowered his head and thought: "Maybe after I bought the house, I was already in the United States. Regarding the decoration of the house and the arrangement of the room, my parents were responsible for the decision. I only had one request and prepared a piano room for me."

“…”

Ai Fei smiled faintly: "Maybe many people don't know that I play the piano very well! I just haven't shown it in front of everyone. At home, if someone is willing to listen, I am willing to give a song to my family."

Looking at his proud look, Nishio smiled helplessly: "Yes, sir, I understand."

Ai Fei turned around and greeted Reiko Kato: "Miss Reiko, order the ministers of various departments to have a meeting in the conference room!"

"Hi!"
Chapter completed!