Carl walked around him and brought a few pieces of paper: "Mr. Ike, this is their information."

Ai Fei took it and held it in his hand without looking at it: "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't want to waste each other's time. What I need is the driver, assistant and secretary. I have a few simple questions. If I can pass, I will hire you immediately. Then, let's start. Are there any Jews among you?"

Carl was also shocked: he even forgot to ask about this. He was not responsible for the preliminary interview of the information and personnel, but Ayumiya Izuko. He just explained the situation to him, but the specific one was not explained. If there were really Jews here?

Before he could react, an older woman in the crowd raised her hand: "Sir, I am a Jew."

Ai Fei just asked casually and actually won the prize. He exchanged glances with Carl: "Thank you for your honesty, madam. I think you probably know that I am a Japanese, Mr. Carl, who is by my side, is a German. For well-known reasons, I need to ask you. Are you willing to work for the Japanese and Germans?"

After listening to him with great grace, the old woman smiled and picked up her old bag, nodded to the people around her, then walked out of the crowd and left the room.

Ai Fei waited until the sound of her footsteps disappeared before continuing: "Who is smoking below?"

This time, more people raised their hands. In such an era, smoking is simply a popular word. Everyone regards smoking as beauty and trend. He is helpless, but he has no way to correct it: "Are there so many people smoking?"

Carl knew that although he could smoke sometimes, he basically did not smoke, and he didn't like people who were addicted to smoking. However, almost everyone raised their hands to do this. Do you want to fire them all?

Ai Fei glanced at a big man in the crowd. He was the only one who did not raise his hand just now: "Sir? Yes, it's you, please come out, okay?"

The man walked out of the crowd and was indeed a big man, not much less than Carl. Ai Fei had to look up at him. His hair was not as shiny as people nowadays. Although there were no wrinkles on his face, the color was not very good, as if it was lacking in nutrition. It can be seen that his living conditions were not very good: "Your name, sir?"

"Megan Taser, sir."

“You don’t smoke?”

“Yes, I don’t smoke.”

Ai Fei searched through the information in his hand and found out his information: Megan Taser, 42 years old, was a taxi driver in New York before the war. After the outbreak of the war, he also joined the army. Later, due to a leg injury, he was transferred from the Pacific battlefield to the rear. When he retired, he was sergeant.

"You turned out to be a taxi driver?"

"Yes, sir."

"So, you must be very familiar with the traffic environment in New York City?"

Megan seemed to be a very cold person, nodding with no expression on her face: "Yes, sir, I am very familiar with the environment of New York City."

"So, are you willing to take my driver position?"

Megan hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering whether he wanted to accept his invitation? Finally, he could not resist the embarrassment caused by the financial conditions: "Yes, sir, if there is finally honor."

"Very good." Ai Fei smiled with satisfaction: "Mr. Taser is my driver for the time being. Other ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Carl will arrange it for you."

"Yes, sir."

"So, Mr. Taser? Let's go?"

When I arrived at the parking lot downstairs, a taxi drove towards me. The door opened. Yumiya Jingzi and I had just recognized the lady named Luo Lun in the morning. When they saw Ai Fei and a tall man coming, Yumiya smiled: "Are you going out?"

"Hey, go to the brand house and the model. Oh, let me introduce it, Ms. Iko Aimiya, my fiancée, Miss Loren Secke, Mr. Carl's assistant secretary, Mr. Megan Taser, I am the driver."

When Yugong Jingzi heard Ai Fei's introduction, she was so happy! Fiancée! Now is not a good time to be intimate, so she had to nod: "We have seen it."

Ai Fei had no time to ask: "So, is the hotel matter over?"

"Well, it's over. And, I've booked a location in the restaurant. But I told them that we'll be late. I think you might be attending the Fashion Week show tonight, right?"

"The arrangement is good. Another thing, the secretary and assistant, I asked Carl to be responsible for the selection. Jingzi. If you have time, you can also go through it and explain the approximate situation to them."

"Yes. Sir, I understand."

"That's it, see you when I come back."

"Goodbye, sir." The two ladies bowed at the same time.

Sitting in the spacious Mercedes-Benz, Ai Fei stretched: "Mailbox No. 096, Seventh Avenue, Shangcheng District."

Meghan started the car without saying a word. Such a job is really nothing to him. The only thing that makes him feel depressed is that he is driving a German car and working for a Japanese? What the hell is this? A few years ago, he was fighting bravely with these two evil countries, and now he is going to work for them? If it weren't for his wife's illness, I really wanted to kill this little Japanese who was raised by a bitch--this would be too easy. Seeing his weak look, I'm afraid that even his backbone would be broken by one punch?

Of course, Ai Fei didn't know that his driver would have such an idea of ​​killing money. As a time traveler with special experience, he sometimes couldn't find his identity: when he was in Japan, he felt that he was a pure Japanese, but after he arrived in the United States, he seemed to have forgotten this annoying identity, and regarded himself as a Chinese. Otherwise, he would not have thought of the hatred of the Japanese from the Americans!

The car drove all the way and soon arrived at the destination. Megan got out of the car and opened the door for him: "Sir, we're here."

Ai Fei got out of the car, looked back at him, and silently took out a few large bills from his pocket: "This is for you."

"Why?"

"Go and take care of it. Then, buy a decent piece of clothing. After 40 minutes, come back here and wait for me." As he said that, he picked up the other party's hand and stuffed the money in: "Remember, 40 minutes." Then, he walked into the brand house without looking back. Meghan was the only one standing there, dazed and stupid.

There was a busy scene in the brand house, with five or six men and women looking for clothes or trying on newly made clothes. On the wooden platform in the middle of the brand house. A girl who didn't know was wearing a grown-up dress and was showing off as a model. Ai Fei looked at it and really didn't know her. Maybe she was a newly recruited model? She saw that her clothes were a mini puffy skirt like a ballet, and were decorated with pure and white flow rate, which was sweet and cute like a cake skirt. The straps on her upper body and the boots on her feet complemented each other, highlighting the dreamy color of the female body.

Who designed this? Ai Fei thought about it for a while and seemed to have not seen such a picture, right?

"Sorry, sir, do you need anything?"

Ai Fei looked back and said, "Hi, Monica, good noon."

The girl in front of her was Miss Monica, who widened her eyes in surprise: "Mr. Ike?"

"When others say hello to you, shouldn't you ask him to you?"

Monica smiled sincerely: "Good noon, Mr. Ike. Long time no see!"

"Long time no see." Ai Fei smiled: "How is it, is the business here very busy?"

"Very busy!" Monica couldn't hide her smile: "Since June this year, the business in the store has suddenly improved a lot, especially the sales of women's clothing. It's so good. Whenever any new clothing sample is taken out, someone will always ask for a reservation. Well, the factory has to work overtime every day."

"Let's talk about the factory problem, come back," Ai Fei pointed to the model: "New?"

"Haha... Let me introduce you. Jo? Come down, I will introduce you. Miss Joanna, Mr. Ike, Mr. Ike, Miss Joanna."

"I'm very happy... to see you, Mr. Ike." Joanna's face turned red: "I... heard many people mention your name, I, I am Joanna."

Ai Fei smiled: "I understand, and say again, I am Ike."

“…………”

"So, Miss Monica, Miss Joanna. Don't bother with your work because I'm, well, I'll go to the model training place to see. Are they all there?"

"Yes, sir, they are all there. But..."

"What?"

"Now is their rest time, dining." Monica suddenly said, "Mr. Ike, can you take up a few minutes of your time?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, there's something." She and Ike walked aside: "That's right, I heard news that the Memphis agency was in contact with Paston, and it seemed that she wanted to go there too."

Such news is not a big surprise for Ai Fei: he has been away for nearly half a year, and if Americans still can't learn to poach, they will be surprised! "Hmm?"

His attitude made Monica feel strange: "Don't you think this is bad news?"

"Bad news? Do you think this is bad news?" Ai Fei smiled: "Monica, thank you very much for your help, but this matter... was indeed what I expected. Really."

"You don't agree with them, do you?"

"Of course not! But I will never detain employees in my company with just one piece of paper!" Ai Fei looked at her: "Monica, I have a biggest principle in doing things, that is, I will never stop anyone - if they think other companies can make them bigger and better development, I will never use contracts and raises to retain them. Of course, the premise is that before the contract expires, otherwise, I will not mind collecting some liquidated damages."

This theory sounds incredible to Monica. Can the model she trained is not angry if she is poached by others? Who is this?

"Orients have a little different way of thinking, right?"

"…………!” Monica rolled her eyes wide and couldn't say anything.

The model training venue is in a house behind the brand house. It was originally a house, but later, due to the training needs, the company paid for it and after a simple decoration, it became a place for training room and models to rest.

In the practice room downstairs, there are carpets on the ground, surrounded by rolling benches, a wall with huge mirrors inlaid, and some handrails with metallic luster in the sun. In addition, it is empty, and the group of boys and girls wearing only tights gather together, sitting or standing, as if waiting for something.

Ai Fei saw Paston at a glance. Just like a few months ago, she was still so thin and plump girls: Why can't she get fat? Moreover, her expression was a little nervous and panicked. I don't need to ask, I know that she was worried about whether she should change jobs?

He snorted: "Good noon!"

Looking back, Ai Fei recognized the other two. The tallest one was Willy who had worked with him back then. A little shorter one was Paston's friend, named Sedifen. He didn't accept her because she was too plump. Now it seems that she is much slimmer.

"I'm sorry, you are..." A man's voice came, and Ai Fei turned his head to look at him. A man of medium height was also wearing tight clothes. His muscles could be seen clearly through the clothes. His face was quite handsome, just a little bit, unshaven, and a little unkempt.

"Hello, are you Mr. Thomas? I'm Ike."

Thomas is the coach of the model training department. Carl said that he was originally an actor of the National New York Ballet. Because he had a muscle strain, he had to choose to leave the stage by chance and entered Carl's sight. So he recruited him over and became the head of the training department.

Of course, as the original dancer, Thomas didn't understand the training of models. The part he was responsible for was only the model's physical content, and the other things were operated by the girls themselves. It can even be said that he was also teaching and learning.

Of course he also knew who Ike was, but he had only heard of it, but he had never seen it. Today he realized that the girls and colleagues were right and said nothing wrong. He was indeed a very young Japanese! "Hello, Mr. Ike, I am Thomas Garplan."

Having met Thomas, Ai Fei focused his eyes on the 15 models around him: "Are these people the only ones now? Why not recruit more people?"

"In fact, we were originally planning to recruit more models, but Mr. Carl's opinion is that although more personnel can expand our team, there will be problems with the quality of personnel. Therefore, we should wait until Mr. Ike comes back before making a decision on this matter."

Ai Fei nodded: "Girls, I think many of you already know who I am. Now, I want to see your training results in recent times, Miss Paston? Come first!"
Chapter completed!