Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 807: The parents of the outstanding young people are confused

Bea Schaeffer didn't come to breakfast.

Xiangyang's phone rang again and was directly transferred to the assistant's voicemail. Little John thought with his butt that this woman must have gone to complain early in the morning.

With a hint of displeasure, Little John put down his phone.

You can find it, why can't I?

With this thought in mind, he returned to his room, tidied up briefly and called the front desk.

Ask the hotel to call a taxi to take him to Tomson Yipin.

But unfortunately, even though he was recognized by the property management at the door, he still couldn't enter Xiangyang's home smoothly.

His close friends and relatives went shopping with his wife and assistant.

No time for him.

Fortunately, as a high-end residential building, it provides owners with a place to meet guests. The thoughtful staff made arrangements for little John and even served him some refreshments.

"Thank you." Little John didn't have nowhere to go.

He visited the headquarters of Hermès, Ding Zhong’s home and Vogue.

But thinking that Liu Qianqian would be interviewed in the afternoon, he simply decided to stay here and not leave.

But this wait.
It was almost noon, and he had already finished the drinks given by the property management. When he felt his stomach was empty, he realized that he couldn't go on like this.

"Here, Little John is calling."

Liu Qianqian, who had already met with Vogue's editor-in-chief Zhang, Jiang Mumu and several staff members, took advantage of the moment when everyone was focusing on the menu and quickly handed the ringing cell phone to Xiangyang beside her.

Xiang Yang was not as hard-mouthed as her. He glanced at his phone and said calmly, "Turn it to silent mode."

Afterwards, pat little John on the shoulder, say "Brother, I'm sorry for wronging you", and then give him a small red envelope, and the matter will be over immediately.

If he dares to hold on to me.

Then no dividends.

Anyway, as a small shareholder, he has no say.

When it comes to managing friends, Xiangyang is still confident of winning.

After a lunch in a good atmosphere, everyone was chatting and laughing.

While Jiang Mumu was interviewing Liu Qianqian, he also took some time to chat with Editor-in-Chief Zhang.

Of course, Editor-in-Chief Zhang is more curious about Xiangyang.

Strictly speaking, no domestic media has ever conducted an in-depth interview with Xiang Yang.

In this regard, even media outlets with their names beginning with “Central” are no exception.

"Haha, Editor-in-Chief Zhang, you're joking. Of course I'm happy to be interviewed." Xiang Yang said with a smile when he heard her ask this question.

"Can our Vogue China Edition have this honor?"

"You can make an appointment with Schaffer."

Xiangyang's answer was simple and straightforward.

Hearing this, Chief Editor Zhang smiled silently. This was actually no different from being rejected, except that it was more tactful.

But think about Xiangyang's identity, it's the same.

He enjoys appearing in public because in addition to being a creative director, he also runs the business.

It is your obligation to personally stand up for the brand's promotion and publicity.

But when it comes to media interviews, that’s not the case.

Unless you catch the right opportunity.

What is the best opportunity for a creative director to be interviewed? It is undoubtedly the fashion week that revolves around clothing.

"Mr. Xiang, what do you think about the fashion trends for next year?"

"It doesn't matter what I think." Xiangyang smiled bitterly and said thoughtfully: "Times are changing. Consumers and traffic will make young brands aggressive and bold in expansion, but it is hard to say who can successfully combine the two to cater to the complex aesthetics of young people today. As for the older brands...
Perhaps their transformation will surprise you.”

Editor-in-Chief Zhang was very interested in this and asked, "What does Mr. Xiang mean?"

"You have also seen that the influence of traffic on the entertainment industry is gradually emerging. This momentum is destined to form a huge energy to change the marketing of fashion brands." Xiang Yang replied.

Editor-in-Chief Zhang nodded. She also realized this.

Thinking about Xiang Yang's information in her mind, she couldn't help but laugh: "No wonder Mr. Xiang made plans in this area early on. It seems that you have realized it a long time ago."

"Many people have realized it, I just happened to be there at the right time." Xiangyang was appropriately modest.

After the economic crisis, even without him, fashion brands would have changed their business strategies and tried to connect more closely with the public in order to compete for market share.

"Mr. Xiang, I have a question." Editor-in-Chief Zhang thought about it again and again, and asked tactfully.

"Well, you said."

"There is one thing I think is not only confusing to me, but also to many people." After sorting out his thoughts, Chief Editor Zhang paused and said:
"You see, your main brand is both in line with fashion and sports, and you are very forward-looking and courageous in new fields. However, you seem to have a special liking for the promotion of our country's traditional culture. In this regard, don't you feel entangled and confused when creating?"

"This one"

Xiangyang was stunned. He really didn't expect that the editor-in-chief Zhang, who was in charge of the operation of "Vogue China Edition", would ask such a difficult question during a casual chat.

However, this did not pose a problem for him.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhang, you don't have to praise me so highly. I am also an ordinary person, and a creative director also needs to rely on performance to speak." Xiang Yang asked back:

"As for liking traditional culture, aren't you fascinated by it?"

Editor-in-Chief Zhang pursed his lips.

This question cannot be raised without warning.

If you say fascinated, Xiangyang might casually ask about products that combine traditional culture and current fashion.

As the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, she certainly knows a lot.

But it depends on who you discuss it with.

In front of an expert, saying a wrong word would show one's weakness. "I think the cooperation between Jiang Mumu and my wife can continue." Xiang Yang changed the subject directly when he noticed that she was in a dilemma.

"Also, I would like to thank Editor-in-Chief Zhang for his help with Director Zhang's matter."

"It's polite to say that, sir."

“By the way, if you have time to visit Liverpool, on behalf of the club, I welcome the Vogue China team to visit at any time.”

Editor-in-Chief Zhang laughed happily when he heard this. "This is the first time I've been invited by a club chairman. Thank you, Mr. Xiang. If we have the chance, we will definitely go to support you and your club."

"Haha, to be honest with Editor-in-Chief Zhang, this is the first time I invite guests in this capacity." Xiang Yang's words immediately made Editor-in-Chief Zhang in front of him unable to close his mouth.

Whether this was true or false, it made Xiangyang feel very proud when she heard it.

Everyone has vanity.

Those who can be invited by Xiangyang are either successful business people or influential people in the fashion field.

Now that Xiangyang was giving her so much face, how could she not laugh out loud.

However, the two of them were talking and laughing in low voices over here, and Liu Qianqian was not idle either. Facing the small interview, she was relaxed and at ease.

In particular, the people who interview her will not deliberately set traps for her.

But she also clearly felt that after asking about the contents of the interview script, Jiang Mumu was deliberately stalling for time to find out the gossip.

I even asked about the names of the two dogs from yesterday.

What does this have to do with the interview?
"Mumu, Xia Fu and I have things to do later."

When it was mentioned that there were two puppies at home crying for food, Liu Qianqian gave a quiet reminder.

"Oh, really? Where are you going? I can be your guide." Jiang Mumu's eyes lit up.

Obviously, she and Liu Xixi were not on the same page.

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the other side.

Beijing.

Old Xiang, who was pushing the stroller and taking the little yellow-haired boy for a stroll, happened to be speechless at the moment.

He took a leave to experience retirement life at home in advance, but ended up serving someone else's son. This was not a big deal, as it was mainly because there was only him and little JoJo at home.

He couldn't hold it in any longer, so he just went out for a walk and met an old neighbor.

"Lao Xiang, congratulations, your son is on TV again, and he is praised as an outstanding youth representative."

"I've said before that Xiao Xiang is the most promising one in our area. Old Xiang, tell us how you felt when you saw your son on TV today?"

Feeling
How do you feel?
I haven't watched TV yet.

He had no idea that his son was on CCTV again.

I was very excited at the beginning, and even couldn't sleep at night because of joy. I planned to get up early the next day to go to the mountain to burn some paper and place some fruits for worship.

later
The fruit and flower baskets that were placed last time have not been taken away yet, so I went again.

then
Every now and then, I would come to my senses and it would be wrong to disturb him.

If Xiangyang’s grandfather is upset, come up and talk to him.

Even though he had been a soldier and fought in wars and had been active since childhood, he began to have doubts as he got older.

However, he has already learned how to deal with old neighbors casually.

Who doesn't know how to say a few festive words and polite remarks?

But as he was talking, he realized that this time was different from the past. Why were these familiar old neighbors asking about money all the time?

What donations are real and fake?

Seeing that he looked clueless, the old neighbors also realized something.

It turns out that Xiangyang never told the elderly in his family about this.

Come to think of it, it's such a huge sum of money.
This guy and his beautiful wife who is a celebrity are really making a lot of money.

7000 million just donated?

I'm not afraid of scaring my family back home.

7000 million can buy a house here.

"What 7000 million did you say?"

Lao Xiang stopped and asked in confusion when a figure that he had been familiar with for most of his life appeared in his sight.

Old Zhao hurriedly rode her old-fashioned bicycle into the alley.

Seeing that Lao Xiang was being chatted with by neighbors, Lao Zhao's face became even more anxious.

She doesn't live as isolated as Lao Xiang.

The news that her son and daughter-in-law donated 7000 million yuan yesterday has spread like wildfire in the hospital where she works.

Today, when the dean and the head of the department came to talk to her, she didn't dare to listen to the tone of their voice.

Not sour.

But
If I don't retire early, I will be doing my best to cultivate me over the years.

You actually want to rehire me?
What, the boss above wants to talk to me?

And the Disabled Persons’ Federation?
No, wait.
My son and my daughter-in-law donated 7000 million?!

Where do they get so much money?

These are all written by the media to attract attention.

My son went to have breakfast with that little John this morning. You have never seen how stingy these two are.

I guarantee with my 30 years of experience that I have never lied about this matter.
(End of this chapter)