The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1804 Fashion Indicators
After saying goodbye to her colleagues, Emily stood there pondering for a while. She seemed to have vaguely sensed something, but couldn't quite make sense of it. Finally, she turned and headed towards the staff office at the back, intending to check the computer in detail to confirm the situation at the French headquarters.

Check if this shirt is available for purchase.

If not, she felt she needed to write an email to senior officials in Britain and France to report on the situation, which seemed to be just the beginning.

Sure enough, after a thorough search, Emily still couldn't find any clues; the clothing catalog didn't contain any information about it.

Emily quickly summarized the situation in the email, but hesitated slightly before clicking send.

What if this is just a coincidence?

What if all of these were one-off events?

After all, everything just happened at the same time, with those young people appearing and asking questions all at the same time. If it were a flash mob, it would make sense, but everything seemed abnormal. She didn't know if this would happen again, if it was a common phenomenon, or if it was a deliberate illusion.

Taking a deep breath, Emily decided to slow down and not rush things.

I saved the email to drafts, turned around and went back to the front of the store, only to see my colleague turn around after seeing off two customers, spreading his hands with a helpless expression.

Emily mouthed, "What's wrong?"

My colleague mouthed a silent reply, "Another one."

There was no subject or object, but Emily immediately understood that it was for Anson again.

So what exactly is this influence? It's just that he appeared at the airport wearing a shirt, with no sponsorship information or advertising endorsements, yet the general public spontaneously started looking for him.
This is the first time such a thing has ever happened.

Emily didn't speak, but went straight after the customer who had just left, calling out, "Girl, may I ask you a question?"

After receiving permission, Emily took a moment to catch her breath. "Is Anson's shirt really that famous right now? I mean, is everyone looking for it? If so, I think we need to ask the Paris headquarters if we can get some stock to London."

The girl, who looked to be in her mid-twenties and had probably been working for a while but not too long, suddenly brightened up.

"Yes, that's it. Everyone on the forum is talking about that shirt right now. Don't you think it's really good-looking and very fashionable?"

Emily: ...“Forum? What forum?”

The girl shrugged gently. "Fashion forums, all six or seven fashion forums I know are discussing this shirt. It's simple and stylish yet full of attitude. One shirt can change your whole outfit and temperament. I'm also planning to buy one, but it seems that no one can buy it right now."

"I was thinking, maybe I can't buy it in other cities, but London? I should be able to buy it in London. Too bad..."

Emily suddenly realized something, and after asking for more details, she discovered that the number of young people frequenting fashion forums had exploded, with discussions going on and on. However, due to the discrepancy between the online world and real life, they hadn't yet felt the impact.

In fact, online forums are now in complete chaos.

Emily thanked the girl repeatedly, seemingly realizing something, as the budding idea in her mind gradually became clearer.

After saying goodbye, Emily turned and quickened her pace, re-entering the shop.

"Emily? What happened?"

When a colleague asked her something, Emily didn't have time to explain. She indicated that she needed to go to the staff office and walked faster and faster until she was almost running. She reopened her computer and sent the email she had just saved.

Her heart was pounding wildly; she felt as if she were witnessing something happening.

This time, Emily was right.

Paris, France, afternoon.

Eddie Slimane was unusually late, arriving after lunch. With October's Fashion Week over, he was immediately busy with February's, with no time to catch his breath or adjust. He had to jump right into the next round of work; but before diving into this relentless pace, he needed a 48-hour break to allow his mind and body to recover.

Work is work, but inspiration doesn't appear out of thin air.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I pushed open the carved and openwork door on the first floor, I could see the secretary holding a folder waiting in front of the double-part parallel T-shaped steps.

Panting and with slightly flushed cheeks, he looked like he had rushed down from the third floor to wait here after learning of Eddie Slimane's arrival.

Eddie looked slightly exasperated. "Calm down."

"Remember what I always say? Calm, elegant, and poised. There's no need to make a fuss. Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

The secretary nodded repeatedly, but her eyes remained fixed on Eddie, revealing a hint of eagerness and longing. She followed Eddie step by step up the ivory marble steps.

It was obvious at a glance that the words went in one ear and out the other; they didn't hear a word of it.

Eddie looked away, exhaled softly, and took off his gloves. "Speak, what is it?"

The secretary seemed to sense Eddie's helplessness, but given the situation, she had no choice but to say, "...Anson-Wood."

With just a name, the secretary successfully made Eddie stop in his tracks, stand on the steps, and turn around to look at her with a face full of surprise and curiosity.

"Anson? What happened to Anson?"

The secretary quickly handed the documents to Eddie, but Eddie showed no intention of opening or reading them, continuing to stare at her and patiently waiting for a response.

"Sunflower shirt".

"It's creating a global craze right now. In less than 72 hours, from the day before yesterday to today, we've received emails or phone calls from 881 branches in 57 countries and regions inquiring about the sunflower shirt."

"Is this our new fall product? Is this a collaboration with Anson? Is this our upcoming spring product?"

"Are we ready to put it on the shelves? When will it be available? How much stock do we have?"

Crackling.

Eddie poured out his heart, but the secretary didn't hear a response from him. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding, but finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"The key point is that pirated designs have already appeared online and are already on sale."

Finally, Eddie's calm expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and fell into deep thought. "Don't worry, those are too crudely made, and the patterns are different from ours."

The secretary took a deep breath. "So, this is indeed our design?"

Eddie remained expressionless. "This is a special edition I designed specifically for Anson. There are no samples available yet."

Secretary: "Oh."

Eddie turned to look at his secretary, who waved his hands repeatedly, "I expected it... no, I didn't expect it... no, that's not what I meant..."

He was incoherent and at a loss for what to do.

Eddie ignored him. "Keep this a secret for now. Contact the branch privately and say..." He paused for a moment, ""say that this is a surprise new product for spring, a limited edition."

He let out a soft breath. "I need to go to London."

(End of this chapter)