Peninsula 2017: Is the system living in the past?

A valuable gift.

Park Hyo-min paused slightly on the word "precious".

His words carried a subtle hint of sarcasm.

It's not surprising that she said that.

White T-shirt, jeans, white sneakers.

A black backpack that can be seen everywhere on the street.

This person, who appeared out of nowhere and calls himself a designer.

It's really hard to gain people's trust.

Look at that crumpled plastic bag in my hand, the only thing you can make out is the color of the fabric.

It's not easy for her to control her temper.

"Not valuable."

However, Jiang Xingchen seemed unable to distinguish between good and bad words. She looked down at the dress in her hand and shook her head.

As he spoke, he took another half step forward and looked Park Hyomin up and down a few times.

Balenciaga chunky sneakers, and a GUCCI jacket.

This outfit looks stunning and stylish on Park Hyo-min; it would be a lie to say it's not pretty or fashionable.

It just felt like they were using too much force.

In addition, I also vaguely sensed a sense of anxiety.

"Park Hyomin-ssi, I think that with your qualifications, you don't need to use overly complicated labels to do this."

"How about simplifying things?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The empty parking lot fell into a deathly silence after Jiang Xingchen's words.

The bodyguards and assistants stared wide-eyed at the unfamiliar young man before them in shock.

There was only one thought in my mind.

This kid must really be an idiot!

How dare he comment on Park Hyo-min's outfit in front of her?

And even if it's just for self-promotion.

They've already used words of praise like "stylish," "stunning," and "queen."

There's no need to utter those pointless platitudes like "overdoing it" or "a vague sense of anxiety" that could ignite a powder keg!

How stupid!

Do you even care about your life?

The bodyguard even thought that perhaps he should change the person he was protecting now.

After all, a woman's anger can be quite destructive.

They all have this idea.

Park Hyo-min was no exception.

Her face visibly darkened.

The anger of having one's secrets exposed instantly overwhelmed the exhaustion.

She gave a cold laugh.

Are you teaching me how to dress?

"Who do you think you are?"

"A top-tier stylist?"

"Or is this fashion critic from somewhere else?"

"Or perhaps, as you call yourself, a designer!"

Faced with her questioning, Jiang Xingchen didn't say much, but simply handed the plastic bag in her hand forward.

"I still hold the same view: sometimes subtraction can be more powerful than addition."

"I suggest you give it a try."

Park Hyo-min looked at the plastic bag handed to her.

If I'm not mistaken, it's a polka dot dress with an extremely simple cut.

In 2017, an era where everyone was pursuing streetwear, oversized styles, and logo prints.

This dress is too plain.

fundus.

A hint of disappointment crossed my mind.

Actually, she agreed with some of the statements she heard earlier.

only...

"Take your things."

She turned away, not looking at me again, her voice as cold as before, "Don't follow me, or I'll call the police."

After saying that, she opened the car door and got into the black van.

"Bang!"

The car doors slammed shut, cutting off all outside sight.

The bodyguard became even less polite, urging him to leave quickly, and even shoved him.

Jiang Xingchen took two steps back without lingering.

After glancing at the taillights of the nanny van that had already started and was slowly driving away, she turned around and headed towards the exit.

He walked along, shaking his head and chuckling softly.

The mission's failure was somewhat expected.

After all, it was our first meeting, so gaining their trust was still quite difficult.

As for the designers, and those rhetoric.

Most of it was something he came up with on the spur of the moment in the coffee shop that afternoon.

A few lines were improvised just now.

It's those two phrases: "overdoing it" and "anxiety."

The former is intuition.

The latter conclusion was reached during my conversations with Park Jiyeon over the past few days.

After their contracts expired, Jeon Boram and Park Soyeon simply disappeared.

They are now facing the expiration of their contracts and are unsure of what the future holds.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everything spilled out.

I was lucky not to get hit by a "swung backpack strike".

Furthermore, if you follow the system's requirements and directly say "there's a problem with their aesthetic sense," that would be truly disastrous!

As he entered the elevator and it slowly ascended, he 'admired' his attire against the stainless steel mirror of the car.

All of her clothes combined probably don't even match the shoelaces of the chunky sneakers on Park Hyo-min's feet.

That's a really big problem.

However, this also confirms a conclusion.

In this arena of fame and fortune, without status or glory, even if you hold the truth in your hands, you are just seen as a lunatic by others.

Of course, he's not entirely sure whether the points the system gave him are the truth.

He then stuffed the plastic bag he had been carrying all the way back into his bag, and a smile slowly crept onto his face.

He felt that tonight's encounter was not entirely fruitless.

The change in Park Hyo-min's expression before she got into the car was genuine.

That means she was actually aware of the problem.

What's missing is an opportunity to break the status quo, or rather, a reason that can convince her.

"It's really a bit presumptuous of me to just come knocking on your door like this!"

"Failure is deserved."

He made a self-deprecating remark, then strode off toward the subway station.

"Since you want to be convinced, then I'll make you convinced!"

"Watch what I do..."

"Gurgle..."

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...

Inside the nanny van.

The carriage was quiet.

Park Hyomin leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed, her brow furrowed.

"Unnie, don't take what that lunatic said to heart."

The assistant, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and cautiously observed her expression. "These days, people will say anything to get attention. Your look today is perfect, and the online comments are all very positive..."

Is it perfect?

Upon hearing this, Park Hyo-min opened her eyes.

She glanced at the Gucci coat placed on the seat next to her.

In the dimly lit carriage, the exquisite and intricate embroidery seemed somewhat somber.

Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe.

The comments were sharp, sounding like someone was looking for trouble.

But as a fashionista, she didn't get this praise just because of her stylist.

She also has her own thoughts on fashion.

Therefore, she agreed with some of the views expressed by Jiang Xingchen.

Leaving directly might also be because they saw through his heart.

"Oh..."

Park Hyomin chuckled softly, turning to look at the fleeting street scene outside the window. "Maybe he's right?"

"Unnie?" The assistant was stunned.

"It's nothing."

Seeing that she didn't understand what she meant, Park Hyomin stopped talking, slowly closed her eyes, and showed that she needed to rest for a while.

But inexplicably, the image of those black and white polka dots peeking through the transparent plastic bag surfaced in my mind.

That's simple.

"Anxiety? That's insane!"

She reopened her eyes and shook her head.

"Get that red Valentino dress ready for me tomorrow."

"Yes, I'll go over and check it again later."

"Thanks a lot."

"Unnie, you've really had a tough time."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

"What?"

"Find me a black and white polka dot dress."

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