Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 1001 Liverpool Football School

No matter how bad it is, it is bad; no matter how noisy it is, it is noisy.

After Liu Qianqian "educated" Xiangyang, she felt that the temperature in the room was a bit hot and wanted to go out for a walk and breathe some fresh air.

"Let's go together." Xiangyang rubbed his red ears.

He felt that the film his wife had filmed before was not "The Return of the Condor Heroes" or "Devils of the Dragon", but "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Otherwise, why would his claw skills become more and more powerful?

The more I practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, the more proficient I became.

"Let's go?" Seeing that Liu Qianqian just sat there without moving after he finished speaking, Xiangyang urged her.

"Pull me up."

Liu Qianqian raised her arms.

"Okay~" Xiangyang smiled knowingly.

Soon, the two people who walked out of the room hand in hand walked out of the house side by side under the gaze of Liu Xiaoli, Zhao Xin and others.

Before leaving, Xiangyang carefully took a shawl for Liu Qianqian.

It looks like the young couple is ready to abandon their family and children to enjoy some time alone.

It’s not certain whether he will come for dinner.

Zhao Xin looked out the window and saw Xiangyang insisting on putting the shawl on Liu Qianqian and pulling her towards the garage, but Liu Qianqian insisted and pulled Xiangyang to walk.

They looked like they were competing with each other again, and I couldn't help but sigh, "Why are Brother Yang and Sister Qianqian so close?"

"." Liu Xiaoli said nothing after hearing this.

Every time they were about to separate for a while, they would always fight and quarrel like this.

To use the current fashionable words, this may be a unique way for two people to promote their relationship.

but
"These two kids, they don't even know how to bring their children with them."

"what?"

Zhao Xin subconsciously glanced at Liu Xiaoli, and she suddenly remembered one thing. Xiangyang and Liu Qianqian had no plan to bring Mu Xin and Zhiyin with them on their trip to Thailand.

But this is understandable.

Xiangyang doesn't seem to like having the two "little fairies" appear in front of media cameras too often.

Think about it too.

He doesn't need to use his children to hype himself.

"Honey, let's go for a drive. If we're met by your fans on the road, it would be very troublesome if we can't get away."

"Okay." Liu Qianqian had no choice but to give in.

What Xiangyang said makes sense.

Fashion Week is when the most tourists come to Paris, in addition to the media, fashion professionals and celebrities.

The identities of these tourists are complicated to explain in detail, but fans of celebrities are also among them.

And the number is quite large.

When attending events, she often saw groups of fans gathering outside the show, holding cameras and acting as photographers.

Some even plucked up the courage to ask for autographs.

On Bilibili, some fans also uploaded their own recorded Vlogs.

From a unique star-chasing perspective, I describe what I heard and saw in Paris these days.

This extremely curious video instantly attracted a large number of onlookers on the Internet.

The number of clicks often ranks among the top 10 most popular videos of the day.

Of course, in addition to the shooting and editing level of the Vlog, another important factor in determining the specific number of views is which celebrity appears in the camera.

"Who knows, this may develop into an industry in the future." Xiangyang came to the garage and scratched his head as he looked at the keys hanging on the wall. He disagreed.

He even claimed that he used to be an internet addict, but he couldn't even see through this.

Maybe some smart people have already taken advantage of this Vlog, which claims to be from the "fans' perspective", to brazenly carry out their own marketing.

"Honey, which car should we drive?"

Compared to guessing which celebrity will be the first to understand, the real problem is which car to drive out.

Benz?

Ferrari or Maserati?
"This one," Liu Qianqian pointed to the Alfa Romeo car key, "I am a qualified spokesperson."

"Then we are not going to eat McDonald's later."

Xiangyang is very obedient.

It doesn't matter to him what car he drives.

But you can't be careless about eating.

"I'm not the global spokesperson." Liu Qianqian wanted to roll her eyes and take the opportunity to tease Xiangyang.

But now that things have been said, she has the final say.

Liu Qianqian stretched out her hand, indicating that she would drive the car. She raised the corner of her mouth and said, "I'll treat you to a hamburger dinner. A great designer, you won't think it's shabby, right?"

"That's impossible." Xiangyang shook his head.

There’s no need to guess which burger shop it is.

It would be inappropriate to go there and not visit the apartment.

"So well-behaved?" Liu Qianqian looked at the car keys in her hand, then at Xiangyang, and suddenly understood.

"You just fool me all day long." Liu Qianqian muttered and got into the car. With the car keys in her hand, where can Xiangyang decide?

Unlike Liu Qianqian and Xiangyang, who have plenty of time to compete with each other.

After Xiangyang left, Bi Shaffer's busy work just began. As an assistant, she had to re-arrange the schedule.

Fortunately, Edwards is there to assist with matters concerning the football club.

In addition to the need for Liverpool's youth training team to send someone to Beijing urgently to notify the club's image ambassador in China, Mr. Fan, the most important thing is to contact the Beijing Guoan Club.

But after reorganizing her schedule, Bi Shaffer found it hard not to blame Little John.

Originally, Xiangyang was supposed to participate in only two activities this week.

But now, I have to work non-stop.

That means, she is too.

"Edward, this is the contact information for Beijing National Security."

Although she complained in her heart, Bi Shaffer still chose to assist when she saw that Edwards, who was also working overtime, had almost finalized the details of the plan in the conference room.

"Thank you."

Edwards thanked him quickly.

Clubs have their own set of procedures for dealing with each other.

After all, the staff in each department are not just for show.

But there is no doubt that the contact information obtained from Bi Shaffer must be the top management of this Chinese club.

Being able to establish direct contact with the top management of Beijing Guoan Football Club will greatly reduce the time spent on communication.

"You're welcome. Let me go over the plan after we make the contact," Bi Shaffer added.

This was not her own decision.

Xiangyang knew very well what she was most concerned about in the entire plan, and if there were any omissions, she could make modifications in advance.

This saves you from getting blamed.

"Okay, I was just thinking of asking you to help take a look at it." Edwards was delighted. Isn't this more reliable than little John who could only fool him?

Ok.

Walk forward towards the sun.

Little John also slipped away a few minutes later.

Before leaving, he patted him on the shoulder and told him to work hard in the conference room.

Fortunately, not long after, Bi Shafer came back after sending Xiangyang home.

"Hold on tight first."

Bea Schaeffer checked the time on her watch.

Because of Xiangyang, the time difference between Paris and Beijing has been deeply engraved in her mind.

With just a glance, you can tell what time it is in the capital.

"Okay, I'll get right away." Edwards nodded quickly after realizing the seriousness of the problem, but just as he was about to make the call, he hesitated again.

Can this senior executive of Beijing Guoan Football Club speak English?

After thinking for a few seconds, he pressed the dial button.

No other reason.

He believed in Bi Shaver.

You know, she is Xiangyang's assistant.

How could she make such a mistake in such a low-level matter?
Sure enough, after the call was connected, Edwards on the other end introduced himself in English and soon felt relieved.

The phone number that Bi Shaffer gave was the number of Fu Hao, the translator of Beijing Guoan Club.

Not the club manager.

The translator of Beijing Guoan is very fluent in not only English, but also Spanish and Portuguese.

Although he was a little confused at first after receiving Edwards' call.

After all, it was already around 10 o'clock in the evening China time, and I received a call from abroad. The foreigner on the other end of the phone claimed to be the sports director of Liverpool.

If this happened a dozen years later, I would either hang up the phone or contact Uncle Hat.

But after hearing the meaning of Edwards' call and Bi Shaffer's friendly greeting on the phone, Fu Hao quickly got back to work.

I met the club manager late at night to discuss cooperation.

This is no joke.
"Liverpool is actually going to set up a youth training team in Beijing and Beijing Guoan?" Guoan's second uncle was also stunned when he received a call from Fu Haoda in the evening.

What nonsense is this young man talking about?

"Manager Gao, they have already sent the email, and I am working hard to translate it." Fu Hao quickly browsed the email while making sure that he had not made any mistakes in the relaying.

On the screen, the content of the email also clearly stated the relevant content and various requirements for the youth training cooperation.

"I will translate the content as soon as possible and send it to you."

"Xiao Fu, can you please confirm again? Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Manager Gao, who was wearing pajamas, quickly walked towards the computer in the study.

If that's true.

Not only will he, the manager, have no sleep, but all the senior executives in the company will have to sleep tonight.
"Manager, I'm not mistaken." Fu Hao nodded vigorously.

Liverpool really needs to set up a youth training team.

wrong.

The word used here, combined with the context, should be "football school".
(End of this chapter)