Chapter 893: An Old Man from Country F
Chapter 893: An Old Man from Country F
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Ai Meng glared angrily at the “dean” who had his nose up in the air. She picked up Su Ji’s clothes and carefully brushed the dust off them.
Their gowns were clothes, but hers were not?
Moreover, from her point of view, her sister’s outfit was also very good, even better than the gown. The gown was stunning because it had expensive diamonds as a foil, but Su Ji’s outfit did not have any gorgeous accessories.
The dean noticed Ai Meng’s actions and sneered in his heart.
It was just a tattered shirt. He did not know why those inexperienced assistants were so nervous.
What she did not know was why the higher-ups of OG would give such an important gown to such an uneducated female celebrity.
Today was the first time that this gown was being shown. Journalists from three well-known overseas fashion magazines had already confirmed it and came to today’s press conference because of this gown.
If it weren’t for this gown, did the production team of “Qingqiu Tactics” really think that they would have such a great reputation?
This was O.G.’s biggest investment of the year. It was the exclusive design of Mr. Matthew, the chief disciple of Mr. Joey, the world-class designer!
Just like that, the gown was given to a newbie who had just become popular.
As expected, background and popularity were everything?
How shameless!
The staff member poked her head out from behind the screen and asked the “dean” to hand the gown over. He took the gown out of the box and handed it over. At the same time, he said in a very arrogant tone, “be careful. Don’t ruin it.”
For this kind of dress, its value was no longer just the number on the label. Ever since Mr. Joey’s first disciple was asked to design it, this gown had already become the focus of attention in the top fashion circles abroad.
Later on, the design drafts, the press conference…every process was watched by thousands of people.
Please, as Mr. Joey’s most proud disciple, how could Mr. Matthew’s work not be noticed?
Now that this gown was on Su Ji, it was a great honor for her.
However, from the moment the “dean” and the others came in, they did not see any gratitude from Su Ji at all. Her casual attitude really annoyed him.
He had been holding it in.
However, it sounded sharp when he said, “be careful, don’t break it.”
It sounded very passive aggressive. Ai Yan and Ai Meng looked at each other, feeling really aggrieved.
Su Ji was changing clothes with the stylist and did not pay much attention to the outside. However, the more Ai Meng thought about it, the more annoyed she was. She secretly ground her little fangs and deliberately raised her voice to ask, “Su Ji, you must check if you’ll be allergic to the material. If the material is not good, it’ll be bad for you!”
“Swoosh!” The four staff members looked at Ai Meng in unison.
Allergies?
The material was not good?
What kind of joke was this?
Ai Yan tugged at her younger sister, but the clever little girl, Ai Meng, went past her and stuck her tongue out at the dean.
The anger that the dean had suppressed instantly reignited.
At this moment, Zhu Yiyi seized the opportunity and reminded her, “you might not understand, Ms. Su…is the fiancée of the biggest investor in the drama.” As she spoke, she glanced at the direction behind the screen.
Her words sounded like a kind reminder, but in fact, it only added fuel to the fire.
Dandan smiled evilly. “Besides, Ms. Su is pregnant with our investor’s child. It’s normal for her to be pickier.”
The “dean” looked down on such things in the entertainment industry. He was indignant when he heard that and said, “she isn’t even allergic to those street goods!”
If those words were spoken in a seemingly normal tone, they could barely be covered up, but this sentence was not. The atmosphere in the dressing room instantly dropped to freezing point. The voice could also be heard from behind the screen. The stylist stopped helping Su Ji tidy her clothes and smiled awkwardly at her.
Su Ji glanced outside indifferently.
Her phone vibrated.
Pei Xi had replied.
“Please help me get my phone,” Su Ji said politely to the stylist. It was inconvenient for her to move from where she was standing.
The stylist was stunned. “Ah, okay.”
Outside the screen, the other three staff members agreed with their boss’ words. Zhu Yiyi and Dandan became excited.
“Your gowns are the ones that are sold at street stalls!” Ai Meng broke free from Ai Yan’s grip. She had to fight for her pride. When Pei Xi hired them, she had said that their primary task was to ensure that Su Ji couldn’t be bullied. They didn’t have to care about anything else.
“Are you saying that O.G. is a street vendor?” The “dean” was so angry that his smile twisted. “Ridiculous. This is Mr. Matthew’s work!”
“Ah, right.” She laughed. “Perhaps you don’t know Mr. Matthew, so let me help you with the science. Mr. Matthew is second to none in the international fashion industry today. He was voted as the most promising designer by Fashion Bazaar last season because he is…the first disciple of the grand fashion master, Joey!”
Ai Yan and Ai Meng looked at each other, somewhat speechless.
The “dean” was satisfied with their shocked expressions.
As for who Master Joey was, she did not introduce him because…as long as one was in the entertainment industry, be it a fashionista or a rookie, no one would not have heard of this master’s name.
“So,” he said haughtily, “you’re still saying that your artiste’s clothes aren’t from street stalls?”
Zhu Yiyi said considerately, “Mengmeng, why don’t you tell us what brand Ms.
Su’s clothes are? That way, we won’t be misunderstood.”
“That’s right, that’s right.” Dandan smiled. “We’ll know if it’s a street stall item once you tell us.”
Ai Meng clenched her fists angrily. “…”
Damn it.
This group of snobs!
At the same time, Su Ji, who was behind the screen, looked up at the costume designer. “The Joey they’re talking about is from Country F?”
The stylist replied softly, “that’s right, he’s indeed a top-notch master!”
“Oh…” Su Ji’s gaze fell back on the phone screen. It showed a message from Pei
Pei Xi: “I found out about your clothes.”
Pei Xi: “Pei Huai didn’t mean to hide it from you. It’s true that there’s no brand.
He found a designer to customize it.”
Pei Xi: “Have you heard of Joey? An old man from Country F.
Pei Xi: “He made all your clothes himself…”