Ai Fei looked at his watch. It was almost time: "...I repeated it again last time. It was as I said at the beginning of today's class. One of the main purposes of clothing design is to highlight the subject and to the creation of people. Any clothing appears for its owner. If it exceeds this limitation, believe me, no matter how cheap the work is, it will not be purchased. Below is the time to answer the question, who will come first?"

As the professor progressed, Ai Fei became more and more fond of this teaching work, to a certain extent, even surpassed his enthusiasm for costume design and comic production. Originally, it was the case that Carl handled the company's affairs, and he had to return to the boss he was in Japan. Comics would not waste a lot of time. He had to find something for himself to pass the time, right? So, teaching became his best way: "...what is wrong? Is no one having any problems?"

A man who didn't look very young in the back seat raised his hand: "Mr. Ike, do you think even models should abide by such principles?"

"Of course, this is a must. The design products produced by fashion designers can only be displayed by models, and the clothing that customers feel satisfied with. You don't think that even models can buy products, right? This is of course a joke. What I mean is that as the first time, models can see their graceful figures through their display, not their agile footsteps, but their clothes."

"Thank you, Mr. Ike." The man nodded respectfully and turned around and gave the people around him a very strange look. It seemed very funny, but he seemed to be unable to believe everything in front of him, which made Ai Fei a little confused. Only then did he notice that not only the guy who asked the question, but the others also looked at him with strange eyes: "What's wrong? Why do you look at me like this...?"

"No, nothing, Mr. Ike, nothing. It's just... Maybe Americans are not very able to accept the fact that you are attending class, right?" Henry Hayes replied with a smirk on his face.

"…!?" Ai Fei blinked in confusion: "Is there something wrong? You were hiding it from me? Hello, Daniel?"

"No, no!" Daniel was not as good as Henry, his eyes flashed, and he didn't dare to touch his eyes.

Ai Fei was even more strange, but before he could ask questions, the crowd walked out of the classroom. It was really strange. Why were their expressions strange? Is it because my clothes or outfits were wrong? No, everything is normal? What's going on?

With a lot of doubts, he returned to the office. He didn't know what was going on. He looked in front of the mirror in the office for a while, and there was no problem? He was confused. But he heard someone knocking on the door: "Mr. Ike, can I come in?"

"Is it Mr. Megan? Please come in...ah, there are two little friends? Welcome."

"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Ike." The two children stood in front of their father's legs and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, kids. Well, what are your names? Sorry, I forgot!"

"Eh?" The two children were disbelief, but Megan laughed: "It's true."

"What?"

"I heard from colleagues in the company that Mr. Ike's biggest disadvantage is that he can't remember people. Now it seems that this is true." While talking and laughing, he introduced him again: "This is Jamie, 9 years old; this is Taren. Children, you have always wanted to see Mr. Ike. Now you have seen him. Do you have anything to say to him?"

"Mr. Ike, thank you very much for your speech that night. Jamie and I both thank you very much. This is a small gift..."

"Ahhh! I understand!" Ai Fei suddenly screamed, and the two children were frightened. He screamed and hid back to his father: "Dad?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Very sorry." Ai Fei woke up from his dream and quickly bent down to apologize to his two children: "I hope I didn't scare you, well, sorry, can you show me what kind of gift it is? One of the things that happened to me in my life is to receive gifts from others. You know, this is the only thing I can get without any labor. The most important thing is that it is free. Is it free?"

The two children were amused by him: "Yes, sir, it's free." As he said that, he took out a small gift box from his pocket and handed it to him: "For you."

"Thank you, thank you very much. Let me see..." Open the gift box, and there was a necklace with a cross: "This is left to me by my mother. I hope it can be transferred to you, please accept it."

"This..." Ai Fei looked at the necklace, his nose felt a little sore: "This is so precious, this is what your mother left for you, I want to..."

"No, Mr. Ike, although this gift is precious and has a special significance to me, I think your words to me will make me feel more concerned and respectful to others, so I think you should accept this gift."

"Well. If Miss Taren said this, I'll accept it." Hang the necklace carefully around your neck: "Then, little friend Jamie, do you have any gifts?"

"Eh?" Jamie's big eyes turned around, "Is a gift not OK?"

"Of course, aren't you two people here? Of course, you want two gifts?"

"Haha!" The two children smiled at the same time: "Let's do this, I want to invite you to my house for Thanksgiving dinner, is that OK?"

"Yes, Mr. Ike, can we invite you to the Thanksgiving dinner? You know, a lot of my friends... want to meet you. Well, apologize for their rude performance that day."

"If I were invited to dinner, there was no need to apologize. And, do you think Thanksgiving night is a good time to apologize?"

Megan smiled rare: "If this is the case, please attend the dinner and not apologize, okay? Oh, by the way, you just now?"

"Ah, yes, I'm just about to settle the score!" He muttered viciously: "Oh, tell you two little friends in advance, just kidding."

After seeing off one of the big and two junior high school, Ai quickly walked out of the office. Standing in the spacious office area, he shouted: "Hey, Daniel, Henry, and Vincent, don't act with me! Tell me quickly, where did these people come from?"

"……………” The office area was silent, and the heads of several people who were called were buried. No one was willing to speak out first: "Hey, don't pretend to be confused with me! I know, are you betting on this matter again? Vinson, are you coming out?"

Vincent smiled so hard that he looked up from his desk: "Ike? This is just a joke!"

"I know this is a joke. But you can't bet with such things! The most overwhelming thing is that you don't call me? That's even worse! Let me tell me where those people come from?"

"Mainly, it's designers from some other companies, including Chanel and Estee Lauder, and some of them are friends."

Ai Fei jumped over and shouted, "Damn it! It's so hateful! Hey, did they give the money?"

"Money? What's the money?"

"Of course it's the money for classes! Public schools also need to charge money, right? Not to mention my private school? Vinson, how long has it been for them to attend classes?"

“It’s the 4th day until today.”

"Day 4th day? Hell, if you say that, they came on the third day after I started class? You didn't tell me?"

Vinson scratched his head with a wry smile: "We are all waiting to see when you can find a new person."

Ai Fei was both funny and angry: "No, from tomorrow, I will call the name in class, and everyone else will be kicked out! No matter whether it is your friends or someone, in short, they are not the company's designers, so they won't be allowed to listen to the class!"

"Mr. Ike? Please wait!" Daniel finally came out at this time: "Ike, many people don't come here with a joking attitude. On the contrary, they like to listen to your class very much."

"Do you like listening to my class or you like to get money after class?"

"No, Ike, this is no joke." Daniel's expression was solemn: "They really appreciate the new explanations of clothing concepts and design techniques you gave in your class, and they also think that it is not a great thing to be educated by a Japanese person. Oh, sorry, I'm wrong again."

Ai Fei's face looked quite ugly: "If you say this, do you think so at first?"

He seemed a little angry when he looked at his expression. Daniel and Vinson no longer joked: "Ike, we are very grateful to you for being able to impart such knowledge to us. Yes, at the beginning, we didn't agree with such lectures. I'm sorry, I'm not intentionally offending, but I'll forgive me for receiving education and training from an Oriental designer. But later, we all noticed the necessity and importance of teaching like this. Not only us, but many people like us, why do you think these designers from other companies are willing to come here and spend 2 hours? Just because you want to joke with you?"

"Even if this is the case, it won't work!" Ai Fei still didn't want to let it go: "Or do you think I'm just imparting my ideas to you for free? Wrong! What I need is that after I leave the United States, we can continue to create better design products and create better benefits for the company, and we will definitely not just pass on my ideas to those who have nothing to do with me and cannot bring me any benefits."

"Is that true?" Carl's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "What did you say?"

"If that's the case..." Carl smiled: "Vinson, Danny, when class tomorrow, don't let anyone outside the company enter the classroom. You can only enter by the company's contracted designer. Is this arrangement OK? Ike?"

"Hey? Carl, what do you mean?"

"Isn't it? As your deputy, you naturally have to consider your interests everywhere. Those people can neither bring benefits to the company nor join to enhance the company's strength. They don't even have any respect for a teacher like you. They only know how to joke about your weaknesses, and of course they can't let them come to class anymore."

"I? I don't mean that." Ai Fei felt that Carl was talking sarcastically, and he unconsciously defended these people: "What I mean is that if they can pay and are willing to pay, I will not object to some new people joining in my class."

"Just ask for money?" Carl smiled and looked down at him: "Didn't you ask for something else?"

"Of course, if someone..." He said this so hard, and he took a step back without a trace: "If someone is willing to listen to my lecture by joining the company, it is acceptable, right?"

Carl smiled mysteriously and didn't say anything.

Ai Fei saw a clue: "Is anyone willing to join the company?"

"No, I haven't heard of him having this intention yet, but I think, as long as you can teach these people..." Before Carl finished speaking, Winnie's voice came from beside the two of them: "Mr. Ike, your Japanese guest is here."

Ai Fei looked back and saw that, in front of Kato’s office door, there were two men and one woman standing beside him, smiling and greeting him: “I’ll go there now. Danny?”

"Yes, sir."

"If someone still wants to listen to the class, remember to ask them to pay for it. You are responsible for this."

Danny didn't dare to disobey and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, I understand."

After explaining to Carl, he walked back to the office door: "Welcome, Kato Kun. Who are these?"

"Let me introduce you. This is Hiroki Sakurai, deputy deputy director of the Ministry of Transportation of Japan Airlines' General Affairs Department, and the next person is Hiroki Nakashu, the new assistant to the president of Japan Airlines, and this is Ms. Mi Zeyu, the director of the airline's customer service department. Everyone, this is the Ai Feijun you want to meet."

Several people bowed and bowed without mentioning each other, and let them into the room to sit down. Ai Fei picked up the phone: Miss Winnie, bring us a few cups of coffee. Sakurai, Naizhou, Yonezawa, can it be?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Okay, just bring a few cups of coffee in." After putting the phone down, Ai Fei smiled slightly: "I should have gone to the hotel to visit all the lords from Japan, or Kato kept saying that I would like to ask everyone to discuss in my office. Please forgive me for any rudeness."

"Where!" Hiroki Sakurai was probably used to being an official, and he always spoke with a hint of official accent: "When I was in Japan, I heard Kato talk about Ai Jun's name. What's very rude is that he never paid attention to his busy work, and even before coming to the United States, he noticed your existence from different reports. Haha... What makes an old man like me feel ashamed is that Ai Jun has achieved such great results at such an age. No wonder Asahi and Yomiuri Shimbun are so generous. He has never known that a Japanese can achieve such great success in the United States!"

“…I’ll ask, what’s the one I just talked to?”

"Oh, he is my manager, Mr. Carl Schmidt, a German. Speaking of which, I may have a certain say in design, but when it comes to the specific operation of the business, I am completely a layman. If it weren't for Mr. Carl's help, I'm afraid I would have rolled the bed and returned to Japan at any time!"

"Haha!" Sakurai Hiroki laughed exaggeratedly.
Chapter completed!