Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 469 The little cotton-padded jacket is destined to leak air

"Boss, there's a phone call."

Not long after arriving at the company, Bea Shafer looked a little embarrassed after receiving a phone call.

Since working as an assistant to Xiang Yang, she has been very opposed to wasting precious time on meaningless social interactions.

She knows how powerful the fashion industry is.

There are also many cats and dogs who want to know Xiangyang.

Therefore, except for personal communications, she will not interfere, and she is responsible for answering all work-related calls.

Drawing on her mother's fame and prestige, Bea Shaffer has never been shy about saying no to others.

But is Xiangyang just a simple creative director?
After getting to know more about it, Bea Shaffer felt that among the designers who have made a difference, who is the least engaged in their work?

Xiangyang can occupy the first place.

"He doesn't want to work in an investment bank. I'm really sorry for his courage and vision!"

But because of this, Bea Shaffer did not confirm whether it was necessary for Xiangyang to answer calls from unfamiliar areas.

This is the phone call in front of me.

The call was not from an outsider, but from Huaying’s Han Sanping.

"Xiao Xiang, long time no see." Han Sanping narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Did I disturb your work?"

Xiangyang listened to the voice on the phone and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Mr. Han, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. There is no need to be polite between us."

After he finished speaking, Han Sanping's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone.

In fact, the content of this phone call was more about business with Little John.

But there is a very important news that Han Sanping wants to finalize.

In the past few months, domestic movies have been released one after another, and the summer holiday season has achieved box office success.

As a city with unique significance, Shangjing always has a flaw.

Going to Beijing also has far-reaching significance for Chinese films.

You know, China's first movie, "Dingjun Mountain" shot in 1905, was born in Shangjing.

Of the 37 urban cinema lines across the country, 13 have cinemas in Beijing.

Beijing Film Academy, China National Theater.
The chairman of the China Film Association said that looking forward to holding an international film festival in Beijing has been his wish for many years as a veteran filmmaker.

As the head of Huaying, Han Sanping naturally had to support it.

"This is a good thing, Mr. Han." The corners of Xiangyang's mouth raised. The Beijing International Film Festival was originally a later event.

Although he didn't pay attention to it.
I don’t know how valuable this international film festival is.

But just like his usual style, he believes that more communication is definitely the right thing to do.

"So, Xiao Xiang, I would like to extend an invitation to you. When the film festival is held next year, you must take time to participate."

"next year?"

"It is now expected to be held in April next year. I am afraid that you will be too busy by then, and I am afraid that I will forget about it, so I will give you a call as soon as I get the news."

Xiang Yang smiled.

From this point of view, it was inappropriate for him not to agree. After all, as the old saying goes, call three days in advance.

Han Sanping is now more than half a year ahead of schedule.
"Okay, Mr. Han, I'll remember this first." Xiang Yang, who was about to agree directly, suddenly remembered that he had promised to attend the premiere of the movie before, but ended up breaking the promise, and quickly added:
"But if there is a specific date for the event, please be sure to remind me again. Mr. Han also knows that I can't help myself now."

"Haha, I understand."

Han Sanping responded with a smile.

When someone else said this, he felt that this person took himself too seriously.

But when the words came out of Xiang Yang's mouth, he revealed a sense of helplessness.

Think back to the beginning.
"Okay, Xiao Xiang, I'll call Little John to discuss other matters. We'll see you in Paris at the end of September."

"Okay, Mr. Han."

After exchanging a few pleasantries and hanging up the phone, Xiang Yang held the phone and sighed.

"What? What's so embarrassing?" Bea Shaffer frowned.

This is why she looked so embarrassed before.

She didn't want anything to happen in China that would require her to fly all the way back to Xiangyang.

Because my work schedule is very packed.

"No." Xiang Yang raised his head and said with a smile, "I just suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the tone of Mr. Han's call to me."

"The tone doesn't suit you?" Bea Shaffer felt a little strange.

"His tone sounds more like an assistant than yours." Xiang Yang gave Bei Shaffer a teasing look and handed the phone back.

"The joke isn't funny." Bea Shaffer was not embarrassed at all.

Xiang Yang said magnanimously: "If it's not funny, just smile more and keep a straight face in front of me every day. I'm not Little John."

Bea Shaffer grinned perfunctorily, handed the folder in his arms to Xiang Yang and said with a serious look:

"This is the schedule for all the shows you will attend during Fashion Week. In addition, this is the head of Nike's design team. I met him in New York. This is"

"Stop, stop, stop, why are there so many shows?!"

Xiang Yang, who had just opened the first page and glanced at it casually, interrupted Bea Shaffer in surprise.

In the past, he would only go to 4-5 stores at most during Paris Fashion Week.

It's fine now.

Looking at the familiar names listed above, Xiangyang estimated that there were at least a dozen brands.

What does this mean?
"Actually, there are more." Bea Shaffer shrugged her shoulders, looked at Xiang Yang with a smile and said, "Of course, if you think it is inconvenient to go to any one, I will help you refuse. But..."

"But I'd better go to both, right?"

"Is such that."

Bea Shaffer nodded vigorously.

In addition to the several brands that Xiangyang needs to attend every time, the new ones are not added randomly by her. For some uncertain invitations, she even called her mother to help her decide.

Naturally, she knew better.

The reason why Xiangyang wants to go to some brands is also because of her.

That's right.

All invitations sent by brands are in duplicate.

Among them was Shebe Shaffer herself.

"Then you treat me to a meal, otherwise there would be no point in letting me attend in vain."

Xiang Yang also saw this.

"It doesn't matter, Liu's name is also on your invitation letter." The smile on Bea Shaffer's face was still bright.

What else could Xiang Yang say after being teased.

It's boring when women are grouped together.

What an amazing relationship!
She is your boss lady!
Flipping the pages, Xiangyang lowered his head and looked at the information of the head of Nike's design team.

There are many designers at Nike.

But the most famous one is HTM.

The three letters refer to Fragment design founder Hiroshi Fujiwara, design director Tinker Hatfield and president and CEO Mark Parker.

Among them, the design styles of the three are also different.

Hiroshi is more like a stylist, Tinker Hatfield adds a more distinct personality to the design, and Mark Parker is a developer committed to innovation.

This time it was Tinker Hatfield who came to deal with Xiangyang.

Air Max 1 and the most representative Air Jordan series are his masterpieces.

As a shoe designer, he also has an intersection with movies.

The pair of shoes in "Back to the Future 2" that can automatically lock the laces actually look like AIR MAG.

A pair of shoes born in the 80s still looks futuristic in 2010.

Of course Xiang Yang was satisfied with being able to discuss cooperation with him.

Although the two of them have nothing in common and he doesn't like playing basketball, his reputation as "Jordan's royal designer" is also well-known.

In terms of age, he is also an old-timer among designers.

Xiang Yang asked: "Has the restaurant been booked?"

Bea Shaffer smiled and said, "Your favorite restaurant."

"my favorite???"

Xiangyang frowned
No, the relationship between Bea Shaffer and Liu Qianqian is so good? Even the burger restaurant where I took her to eat often.

But when he heard the name of the restaurant, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that it was the first restaurant in Paris that I took Liu Qianqian to.

That's my favorite place.

Xiang Yang pouted.

When I said I liked her at the beginning, it was not because I was afraid that Liu Qianqian would think her class was low, so I introduced her grandly.

"By the way, I'm going to London this weekend."

Seeing that things were almost settled, Bea Shaffer said that she was an assistant, but not a 7/24 personal housekeeper.

She won't have time to accompany Xiang Yang and the others to the stadium this weekend.

"Are you on the same flight as Liu?"

"Yes, I even invited her to my house to play."

After returning home, Xiang Yang also quickly learned from Liu Qianqian that not only Bea Shaffer was going to London.

Ning Hao and Xing Nana, who are far away in China, also have to fly from Shanghai to London.

"War Horse" is about to start filming.

"Why haven't I heard Little John mention this?" Xiang Yang scratched his hair.

"Maybe he is also busy." Liu Qianqian, who has been very satisfied with Xiang Yang in recent days, smiled softly, with some kind of expectation hidden in her eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Hey, take some of your time and help me look at something." Liu Qianqian nodded.

The script of "Space Traveler" has been revised and written three times since the first version. Now it's time to take it up and discuss it seriously.

How important is this script?
To be precise, in Liu Qianqian's eyes, this is a story that belongs to her and him.

But what she never expected was that Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked quickly to the door of the house, looked around, and then quietly closed the door.

"Bah" sound.

That was the sound of locking.

When Liu Qianqian was confused, Xiang Yang came over, hugged her gently, lowered his eyes and whispered:
"My wife and two babies are in the house. Isn't that appropriate? How about we move the crib to the bathroom first? Let them be alone."

"!!!"

Seeing the expression on Liu Qianqian's face gradually switch from shock to shame and anger, Xiang Yang was a little confused for a moment.

Run now, is it too urgent?

It seems like the locked door is a bit
Mu Xin and Zhiyin, who were lying flat in the crib, burst into laughter at an inappropriate time.

That voice seemed to be expressing helplessness, but also seemed to be making fun of his father's reckless behavior.

Anyway, no matter what the meaning was, it sounded harsh to Xiangyang.

"Honey, why don't you listen to my explanation first?"

"Okay, tell me."

"How about we talk outside. Hehe"

(End of this chapter)