Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 505 Jealousy makes people crazy
I thought that when Little John came to Xiangyang's house, it would be an earth-shaking scene.

Unexpectedly, after driving in with a displeased look on his face, he saw Xiangyang's family celebrating lively. The table was filled with Chinese delicacies that had not yet been touched with chopsticks, followed by a bottle of aged Moutai.

He immediately smiled and joined in happily.

"You should go move chairs for me and Laura."

Smiling and greeting everyone, he urged while swallowing.

"why?"

Xiang Yang blinked.

Little John lowered his head and looked at Xiang Yang, and said in a harsh tone: "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Don't you understand Chinese hospitality?"

"Uh, you're pretty good."

Xiang Yang stood up.

This guy's attitude doesn't look like a guest at all.

"Come, come, little John, sit with uncle." Principal An welcomed Little John and Laura's visit.

"uncle."

What Little John blurted out was accompanied by a hint of crying.

This sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Liu Qianqian looked at Laura with a surprised look, her dazed pupils seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be shocked.

Laura's cheeks were flushed, and she didn't expect Little John to show up like this.

Xiang Yang also stopped walking to get the chair, and Lei's eyes widened at the tender "uncle".

Could it be that he got into some trouble and was kicked out of the house by his parents?

Well.
Didn't he buy a villa by himself?

wipe!
It’s not like the supply has been cut off!
For a moment, all kinds of fantastic thoughts popped into Xiangnan's mind.

Thanks to his stunning performance at Paris Fashion Week, Xiang Yang was featured in Time Magazine.

The sudden news was confirmed, and the domestic media immediately turned their attention away from the many Chinese-speaking actresses heading to Paris Fashion Week.

As a result, many reports that had been written but not yet published had to be rewritten.

This kept many editors working overtime all night talking about it.

Because, Xiangyang's Dengfeng is the American version.

There are Chinese people who have appeared in the American version
It is different from the "Times Magazine (Asian Edition)" where entertainment stars such as Gong Li, Wang Fei, Cheng Long, Shu Qi, Jay Chou, Xing Ye and so on are included.

It is also not on the same level as the Asian supplement published by Zhang Huimei and the Asian special issue published by Chun Ge.

Although Gong Li pioneered the use of celebrities on the cover of the Asian edition of Time Magazine, it is true that there are more entertainment stars from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

After all, the Asian version was released on Hong Kong Island.

Beautiful version.
After carefully checking the information, it turns out that someone related to culture and sports has appeared on the cover of the US version of Time Magazine. It was Liu Feiren who announced his retirement.

There is no distinction between style and style.

The fashion world is also part of culture.

From a broad perspective, it is not an exaggeration to say that the domestic media has taken this matter to any high level.

Thinking back to those days, Liu Fei was the focus of almost all the people.

And Xiang Yang this time.
Early in the morning, Lao Xiang, who rarely drove his son's car filled with gas, came to the work unit with a sad look on his brows.

There's not much gas left in the tank.

On the way here, he calculated that it would only take another two days at most.

"Lao Xiang, your son can do it."

"Hehe, that brat of mine." Lao Xiang smiled perfunctorily. He had long been accustomed to his son being praised by his old colleagues in the workplace.

"Okay, stop pretending."

The person who greeted Lao Xiang picked up the teapot with a smile and said, "All the newspapers on the table are your son."

When he said this, he maintained a sense of glory on his face.

No matter how well Lao Xiang's son does outside, he must be obedient and polite and call him uncle when he returns to Xiangshan.

What's more, he gave the two children their household registration.

"?" Lao Xiang was surprised, "My son is in the newspaper again?"

"How can this be called a newspaper?" Lao Xiang's colleague laughed out loud and said jokingly:
"When I first took a look at it, my dear fellow, I thought the newspaper was owned by your family."

"This brat has made some noise again."

Lao Xiang frowned and came to the desk. He looked down and was immediately stunned.

That's what brats are.

It caught him off guard every time.

Similar to Lao Xiang who complained about his son in his heart, there was Lao Zhao.

The house Liu Qianqian bought is very close to her hospital, and she can walk to her job in ten minutes every day.

As soon as she entered the door today, before she could change into her white robe, a group of young nurses from her department swarmed around her.

Like little tadpoles, they kept shouting "Mother Zhao~".

"Hey, my aunts. Are you not going to class? Are you ignoring the patients? The director will come later and deal with you one by one."

"Mama Zhao~ You are more senior than the director in this hospital. You can protect us."

"This is no nonsense."

"We are not talking nonsense. You are indeed older than the dean, hehe."

"Okay, okay, when my daughter-in-law comes back with the children, I will let you visit my house. Let my daughter-in-law sign autographs for you, and let you meet the two little fairies by the way."

Lao Zhao, whose arm was being pulled, smiled helplessly.

She knew without guessing that her daughter-in-law must have brought disgrace to her face again.

Ever since my son married Liu Qianqian.

Those in her class have become "happiness troubles".

"Mother Zhao~ We are here to beg you for Brother Yang this time."

"Uh?"

When Lao Zhao heard this, doubts were written directly on his forehead.

"But don't forget about your daughter-in-law." The little nurse hugged Lao Zhao's arm and coquettishly.

The priorities still need to be clearly distinguished.

"Ahem." A deliberate cough sounded from behind them at this moment.

"Ah, Director."

"Director, we'll leave right away."

The nurses who reacted quickly let go of Lao Zhao's hand, and their anxious eyes still tried their best to hide the trembling fear of the authority.

“While at work, let the patients see what it’s like.”

The director of the internal medicine department looked coldly at these young nurses who liked to yell and were difficult to control. After criticizing them, he continued:

"Can't wait for your mother Zhao to get off work?"

"Director, we know we were wrong."

"We were wrong, Director."

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Several young nurses nodded in agreement.

Off work
Will it be their turn to be nurses in the surgical room after get off work?

The director of internal medicine nodded with satisfaction, then immediately put on a smiling face and said to Lao Zhao: "Sister Zhao, don't worry about this."

As she said that, she took out the newspaper behind her and said with a smile: "Look, our son is very promising and has made you proud again."

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Lao Zhao's mind was buzzing.

Only now did she understand that the co-authorship was not for my daughter-in-law.

Paris, inside the HYS office building.

The corners of Xiangyang's mouth were also filled with pride.

Life is proud to be thoroughly enjoyed themselves!
If it weren't for the busy work ahead, he would have liked to take a few days off to celebrate.

The issue of the American version of Time Magazine that he published was also placed on his desk. Needless to say, it must have been done by someone who cared.

This also means that he has to spend some money today to treat all employees to a cup of coffee and a light lunch, which is the minimum.

In this regard, Bea Shaffer, who had received the news in advance, had already made arrangements.

I ordered hundreds of cups of coffee from the coffee shop at the door. I took Annabella to help Xiang Yang deliver them to every employee at HYS, and then went to the Hermès design building.

I even visited Hermès stores and HYS stores.

"Congratulations, Xiang." Axel personally expressed congratulations on behalf of all the senior executives of Hermès.

"This honor doesn't just belong to me."

Xiang Yang smiled modestly, "I believe that in the future, our Hermès and HYS will develop further."

Listening to Xiang Yang's polite words, the habitual smile on Little John's face slowly disappeared.

Complaints are the worst.

In his mind, he started to curse.

It was okay not to call him because he wanted to be in the limelight. He was also brought over when giving out coffee to everyone.

"If it weren't for Uncle An's drink, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

Looking sideways at Xiang Yang, Little John thought in his mind that it would be better for him to go to Principal An.

Not only is he good at cooking and drinking, he is also considerate.

"Xiang, you're not allowed to go this time, do you hear me!" Gritting his teeth, he accompanied Xiang Yang to another limelight within the company. When he came to the office, he immediately said.

"Don't worry." A smile appeared on Xiang Yang's face.

What Little John was talking about was that the Confucius Institute in Alsace was officially unveiled on the 15th. Principal An specially invited him and Little John to watch the ceremony.

Although, in 2005, the first Confucius Institute was opened in Paris.

But this Confucius Institute that is about to be unveiled is different from the others.

The completion of a dedicated teaching building shows that it is an important milestone event, and China attaches great importance to it.

There is nothing wrong with inviting Xiang Yang and Little John.

It is a common practice to invite some local celebrities related to China in France to appear.

After all, having fun alone is not as good as having fun together.

"Then you can bring me a flower basket," Xiang Yang asked as he sat down.

"let me consider it."

Little John put on airs and said very proudly.

Xiang Yang smiled knowingly.

Seeing that he looked like he needed a beating, Little John glanced at him secretly and said, "To celebrate your appearance in Time Magazine, I also have a gift for you."

"Oh, so thoughtful." Xiang Yang raised his head and looked at his friend in surprise, "I thought you were going to hold on to this matter."

Little John smiled "haha" and said contemptuously: "I am not a stingy person."

Yes, that’s right, my stinginess is not ordinary.

"You really don't blame me this time." Hearing the resentment in his words, Xiang Yang comforted: "You also knew about it yesterday, and I didn't know about it either."

"Yeah, I know." Little John said coldly.

"There must still be a chance." Xiang Yang added. He really had no idea how he could get into the American version of Time Magazine.

"How about I sign this copy and give it to you?"

When Little John mentioned it yesterday, he thought it was a ridiculous joke.

To say it's an Asian version is fine.

After all, even entertainment stars can be on it.

But the American version was different. After confirming it with Musk, he still had an unbelievable feeling that lingered in his heart.

Even doing the things I like with my wife is a bit distracting.

Little John smiled "haha" again.

The future is the future, and the present is the present.

If he doesn't vent his grievance today, he won't agree to anything.

"Okay, I'm leaving first. When the gift arrives, I'll ask Bea Shaffer to deliver it to you."

Little John, who just walked away, was not ambiguous at all this time.

The words also revealed that he even complained about Anna Wintour’s daughter.

Xiang Yang, who was too lazy to get up to see off Little John, blinked and muttered: "Why are you so angry? Do you want love?"

"I don't even understand why being angry can harm your body."

"He also said that he is not stingy."

While muttering, Xiangyang picked up the American version of "Times" from the table. A sense of pride from the heart made him couldn't help but praise himself:

"So handsome!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if only I was the only one."

"By the way, has Musk been on it?"

Xiang Yang doesn't dare to compare himself with the big guys, but he is still very honest and willing to compare with his friends around him.

Forget it about Macron, this guy is prone to twitching every now and then.

So I have to compare it with his own Musk.

Outside the office door, Bea Shaffer was also admiring this issue of Time Magazine.

He didn't take it to heart at all when Little John was chirping before leaving.

What's wrong with you not going up?
I even took a group photo together, so I wasn’t included.

The editor-in-chief of Time Magazine finally chose the first group photo, and she was not among them.

Don't talk about her, Liu Qianqian is not on it either.

"So, what's there to worry about?" Bea Shaffer, who couldn't hide her disdain for Little John, felt that Xiangyang was the only one willing to let Little John show his temper.

Let her go and let Little John play.

Annabelle also raised her eyebrows and wanted to borrow the magazine to see what was written on it.

Just when I was about to speak.

The phone on the front desk emitted a crisp "zero zero zero", interrupting her opening her mouth.

"Hello, Annabelle from HYS."

"Bella, this is the registration office. You...you'd better come down here. Oh, no, let Shaffer come down. But you'd better accompany me."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

This sounded a bit messy, and Annabelle frowned.

"You'd better hurry up and come down."

The supervisor in charge of the registration desk swallowed his throat and kept glancing at a delivery truck at the door.

From the looks of it, this truck is a rarity in the heart of Paris.

Because it is the MAN TG series that won the European Truck of the Year award in the past two years.

Generally, it is only used in long-distance trunk lines, construction fields, and special fields. This car is basically not used in short-distance distribution fields.

But in front of him, there was such a huge container truck parked outside the HYS office building, blocking the main road.

The confirmation form in the delivery driver's hand was signed by Xiang Yang.

"What did he buy? Does it need to be packed in this kind of truck?"

The supervisor in charge of registration was very surprised, and the two security guards in black uniforms beside him were equally shocked.

Even some designers in the high-rise offices near the windows were startled by the sudden approaching behemoth.

In the adjacent Hermès office building, Little John, who was hiding at the edge of the third-floor window and peeping just after returning for a few minutes, was acting a little crazy.

He laughed twice, then immediately showed a look of tears, and then couldn't help laughing again.

Forget it.

He also muttered like a fool:

"Don't you like autographs? I'll let you sign as many as you want this time!"

"my money"

(End of this chapter)