In the evening, Zhou Ming followed Jordano to Beiruco's clothing warehouse to choose clothes. Of course, it was said to be a choice, but in fact it was just a way to take a few pieces of each of the clothes that you would like to see and finally pack them all away.

However, although Zhou Ming's method was very simple and crude, Zhou Ming was still busy until midnight to finish the packaging work, and took these large bags of clothes to Paris in the early morning.

Jordano also sat in the car and followed Zhou Ming to Paris. After getting on the car, he said to Zhou Ming: "Sir, are we really going to bring these clothes to Paris to participate in the exhibition? Is this a little too hasty? We obviously have nothing to prepare for. Not only do we have no publicity, no brand that really belongs to our own, and even the clothing that belongs to us in the true sense. Do we just want to participate in the exhibition like this?"

Zhou Ming nodded with certainty: "Of course, have you not heard a poem? We are all chosen by God, and every thought is a legend. We are all suicide squads, no matter whether he is prepared or not. In the destination Paris, we have our good brothers everywhere; without publicity or brand, there will naturally be people who will come forward, no clothing or plan, and someone will help us take care of it!"

Jordano was stunned for Zhou Ming's magically modified guerrilla song. Although Zhou Ming did not sing it directly, this rhythm still sounds very touching, but...

"Mr. Zhou Ming, who is this person? Is it a friend you met in Paris? Why did he help us like this? Whether it is promoting the brand or clothing plan, he will help us solve it?" Jordano asked.

"I mean, don't worry, when we arrive in Paris, these things will naturally be solved!" Zhou Ming said.

Although Jordano was still full of suspicion, he didn't ask any more after getting Zhou Ming's answer.

Zhou Ming's answer to him was actually a joke. There was nothing I could do. After all, from the time he arrived in Beluco to the time he chose clothes to attend the exhibition in Paris, he only had one day in total. How could he have a complete plan? He could only take one step at a time.

This undoubtedly takes huge risks, but Zhou Ming has no choice. Through yesterday's call, Zhou Ming knew that his decision had been leaked, so he had to make him nervous.

Although Zhou Ming was not surprised by this news, it also shows that someone was monitoring his every move. So since there was monitoring, they would never let their decisions be indifferent. Zhou Ming didn't know what they would do, so what Zhou Ming could do was to sell Beluko ​​as quickly as possible before his opponent responded. Even if he was not ready at this time, he could only bite the bullet and go on.

Of course, Zhou Ming couldn't tell Jordan Nuoming about this kind of thing, so he could only be ambiguous.

Three hours later, Zhou Ming and the others finally arrived in Paris. It was not dawn at this time, so they first found a hotel to stay in, rested in the hotel for a while, and did not get up to do things until almost nine o'clock in the morning.

Due to the urgent time, Zhou Ming and Jordano acted separately. Jordano, as the CEO of Beruco, went to the fashion show to register for the timetable, while Zhou Ming went to the Fashion Design Academy to find a designer.

"Carl is a very good friend of mine. He is also a teacher at the Fashion Design Academy. You can find him there."

When leaving, Jordannuo finally told Zhou Ming and gave Zhou Ming a contact information, which made Zhou Ming feel much more at ease. It seems that although Jordannuo is just the head of a clothing factory, he at least has some connections. Now someone is better than catching things all the way.

So Zhou Ming took this contact information to the Fashion Design Academy. Zhou Ming called the first time at the door. After a while, he saw a sissy middle-aged man twisting his slim waist and walking out. In fact, the men's makeup artists and clothing designs that Zhou Ming had seen on TV were basically a little feminine, but now he finally saw it with his own eyes.

No matter what, I still have to ask him for help, Zhou Ming would like to say hello to him first.

"Mr. Carl is sorry to bother you. I came to the Fashion Design Academy this time to select some qualified designers for Beluco, but we don't know much about the college and hope Mr. Carl can help," said Zhou Ming.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Don't worry, Jordano once helped me a lot, and I will help him no matter what.

Then he emphasized to Zhou Ming: "But I am just an ordinary teacher in the college, so I can only find you the students I teach. Of course, if you want to have some high requirements or have some other special requirements, I can also take you to the college teacher."

When it comes to this, the middle-aged man feels a little embarrassed: "But because I am not at a high level, I am not sure if I can contact those real design masters."

Zhou Ming shook his head and said, "Ordinary students are enough. As long as they are qualified fashion designers and have a solid design foundation."

"Don't worry about this, I won't find anyone casually for you!" Carl assured Zhou Ming.

Then Carl took Zhou Ming into the Fashion Design Academy, and he took Zhou Ming directly to their class. However, at this time the class was in class, so they waited in the small room next to the classroom for a while. After the get out of class was over there, Carl took Zhou Ming over.

"Dear students, this is the head of a famous clothing company. He hopes to select several outstanding students from the class to design clothing for his company and participate in this Paris Fashion Exhibition. So can we show our enthusiasm in the class?"

Carl introduced Zhou Ming to all the students loudly. I have to say that Carl really knows his students. When he talked about the fashion show, the students immediately widened their eyes and surrounded Zhou Ming excitedly, asking Zhou Ming all the way.

"Sir, what is your name? Which company do you have? What brands do you have? Are they LV, Givenchy and Chanel? You know I dream of designing clothes for them! Even if it is not, it doesn't matter. As long as I can participate in this fashion show, I want models to wear the fashion I designed, please believe me, my design works are the best..."

Facing the enthusiasm of these students, Zhou Ming was very happy, but when he was about to select a person, someone suddenly came in.

"People are all kind of quiet. Recently, some fraudulent companies have deceived college students into designing in the name of participating in the exhibition. The Education Union hereby notifies everyone to be careful of such scammers. If you find that there is such a situation, please notify the Education Union or call the police immediately. Don't believe it!"

This sudden notice made Zhou Ming stunned for a moment. He saw several guys in uniforms walking into the classroom while talking loudly.

Carl stepped forward and asked, "McQueen, what are you doing?"

The leader of those guys was named McQueen. He seemed to be as surprised as he saw Carl: "So it's Teacher Carl! I am the president of the union and of course I am promoting the notice of the union. What is Teacher Carl doing here?"

Zhou Ming doesn't know much about schools in France, but he has also heard that this school union organization is roughly the same as the student union in domestic universities. It is a spontaneous student organization and has a great influence in the school. McQueen is the head of this organization.

McQueen said and saw Zhou Ming. He frowned and pointed at Zhou Ming and asked, "Who is Teacher Carl? Why don't I know him? Isn't he from our school?"

Before Zhou Ming and Carl could explain, several fast-talking students replied first: "Of course he is not from our school. He is from the teacher who brought us a brand-name company and invited us to attend this fashion show!"

Upon hearing this answer, McQueen's face changed at that time.

"What exhibition? What brand-name companies? It turns out that you are a liar, defrauding students of the college students in the name of the exhibition!" McQueen pointed to Zhou Ming and said, "Students, don't be deceived by him. We have contact with all brand-name companies including LV and Chanel. If they need to invite students to participate in the exhibition, they will definitely learn from the union through us, but we have not received such an invitation, and I don't know this person either!"

As McQueen said, the students suddenly understood something and looked at Zhou Ming in surprise.

There was no choice but Zhou Ming could only explain: "Students, I am not a liar, but I am indeed not from those famous brands. I represent Beluco, a company facing the mid- and low-end clothing market. This time I come, I really invite you to participate in the exhibition..."

However, before Zhou Ming finished speaking, he was interrupted. A student there shouted: "You are indeed a liar! What about Beluco Company? I know that many clothing companies have never heard of this company. Do you want to cheat our design works if you write any company? This is impossible. You liars are so hateful!"

Someone else shouted: "Our works should be matched with noble brands like LV and Chanel. If you don't know the so-called names like you, you should use some works in the sewer!"

Someone even glad: "Fortunately, McQueen, who studied in the union, arrived in time and told us this notice, otherwise we would be deceived by this damn liar. That's our design effort!"

Zhou Ming wanted to say something, but then McQueen suddenly asked Carl: "I think Teacher Carl shouldn't know it. He was deceived by this liar, right? Teacher Carl shouldn't be able to collude with the liar to deceive his students, right?"

Carl was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect things to turn so sharply. He saw other students looking at him. He immediately nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know him at all. It's just that he said he was here to invite students to participate in the exhibition, so I brought him to see it. I didn't know he was a liar, I just thought he was a person from a normal company."

McQueen nodded and said she could understand, after all, as a teacher, it was for the students.

Then McQueen glared at Zhou Ming and shouted: "Then you damn liar, please get out of our school immediately and don't come back!"
Chapter completed!