Chapter 113
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Li Tianyang's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Ouyang Fen bitterly. Hey! Ouyang was depressed. Is it my fault that you've been replaced? Then he looked at Qin Guan angrily. Qin Guan shrugged. It's not my fault that you've been replaced.
Qin Guan turned to Shao and handed him his suit.
Shao's assistant took the suit before Qin Guan could. (This is the difference between a C + model and an A- model. An A- model has an assistant, so he looks better.) Then he followed Shao to the fitting room.
When Shao got changed and walked out of the fitting room, he saw the designers waiting for him. Everyone's eyes fell on the main show at the same time.
The trousers were a little long, but that was not a big problem. Qin Guan's trousers, cuffs and shoulders were too big for a slim model like Shao.
All he had to do was add some elegance to his steps, but what about his shoulders?
Qin Guan didn't know if there were any old-fashioned suits at home, the kind with high shoulder pads that had been popular more than 10 years ago.
For a period of time, the high shoulder pads had been the trend of that generation. Both men and women could see thick spongy pads on suits and any other kind of clothes that could be sewn with shoulder pads.
The shoulders of each piece of clothing were raised high, as if a saint was wearing a holy garment. Furthermore, it wasn't the kind of cheap bronze holy garment that often didn't have shoulders, but the luxurious and noble golden holy garment. The round and bulging shoulders were removed and pressed onto the current clothing.
Some gold suits had many layers. Don't worry, there were also such shoulder pads. The shape of a bird could be arched. The rest was just a piece of cake.
The biggest problem with Shao's suit was that the shoulder pads were drooping. Qin Guan's shoulders were broad and thick. He looked thin, but his figure was solid. Shao's shoulders were much narrower than Qin Guan's.
The towering shoulder pads hung on Shao Xiaobing's shoulders like two extra parts. Shao Xiaobing looked like he had been hit. His shoulders drooped and his neck shrank, like a punching bag.
Ouyang Fen pressed his lips together. His nostrils flared as he tried to hold back his laughter. Qin Guan was not amused by Shao. Instead, he was amused by Ouyang Fen.
"Ouyang Fen, can you not hold back your laughter? Your nose hair is standing out! "
They were indeed natural enemies. Ouyang Fen had been about to comfort Qin Guan when he found out that his main show had been robbed, but Qin Guan had given him a heavy blow. I can't be soft-hearted to him.
Shao stood backstage in this ill-fitting suit, letting Fang Yanyu work hard on him. The main stage of the shirt show had already begun. No matter how tight the time was, it would only take half an hour for the main model to show the suit. The designer had to deal with these details as soon as possible.
Therefore, it could be said that disrupting the plan at the last minute and inserting something was really frustrating.
Perhaps because of the upcoming runway show, everyone's attention was diverted. Except for Shao's assistant, no one noticed that he was clenching his fists tighter and tighter in his suit sleeves and pursing his lips after smiling.
Seeing Shao like this, the assistant seemed to think of something. She stepped back in fear and shuddered involuntarily.
When Fang Yanyu hurriedly stopped the last needle, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The remaining small details needed Shao Xiaobing to grasp. Since his boss had so much confidence in him, he should also trust him more.
On the T stage in the front, the shirt show had ended, and the host gave the dealers who were watching the show some time to think.
Each of them had in their hands the serial numbers, fabric materials, and general design concepts of all the clothes on display. The audience could draw a conclusion based on these data and the direct observation of the T show samples.
Whether the clothes could sell well or not, whether the style was suitable for the dealers in the city, and so on, would determine the order quantity of each style.
At the end of the information, there was also a rough selection of the estimated quantity. It was very detailed and considerate.
The dealers who were familiar with each other started to discuss in a low voice. Those who had decided on the target would tick the quantity of each style.
"Alas, SS Group has changed a lot this time."
"I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse. My dealers are basically traditional styles."
"Mine is almost the same, but it's quite innovative. Times are changing. If SS Group doesn't change, it may not even be able to keep its position in the second tier, let alone the first tier."
"Actually, it's useless to say so much. It's good now. We're all long-term agents, so we can test the water in small quantities."
"Exactly. Anyway, the stable market is there. A small batch of goods can be swallowed up by individual dealers in a few days."
In just a few words, the group of partners who were familiar with each other set the basic guidelines.
When they raised their heads again, the host had enthusiastically opened the curtains of the formal suit T show.
As the music started, Qin Guan encouraged Ouyang Fen, "I'm going! Walk behind me! Don't be scared!"
Ouyang Fen clenched his teeth in anger. He was about to say something sarcastic to Qin Guan, but Qin Guan had beaten him to it. He felt like he was choking on a steamed bun.
Qin Guan tidied up his coat and muttered, "My legs are so short." Then he walked out of the backstage slowly and stepped onto the stage.
The bright white light shone on Qin Guan's grey suit, making it shine with a faint silver light. It was a bold attempt by the designer to turn seriousness and rigidity into abstinence.
It was a bold attempt by the designer, who was aiming at younger and younger consumers. The verticality of the fabric and the fitting cut had abandoned the bulky feeling of the traditional suit.
The dealers and the media were attracted by the model's debut. When Qin Guan reached the first half of the stage, Ouyang Fen, the second model, walked out.
The collision of grey and black on the pure white stage was very obvious. Even though the other models entered the stage one by one, everyone's eyes were fixed on Qin Guan.
Qin Guan appeared at the front of the stage with his hands on his thighs. The atmosphere reached a climax. Everyone's eyes lit up like small light bulbs.
When Qin Guan turned around and walked backstage, the audience started discussing in low voices.
"What a beautiful suit! I like it. It's worth buying. "The dealer was a sensory type.
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