Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 98 Matchmaker? (Seeking for further reading)

"You mean...let Liu play the female lead?"

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, and his expression became serious. Damien Chazelle's excited voice caught his attention.

It should be vigilance.

You must know that from the moment I met this guy yesterday to the whole communication process, his eyes were always drifting towards his girlfriend...

"She's not the heroine, but she's very outstanding. Xiang, I don't know how to explain it to you. Are you free now? I want to communicate with you face to face." Damien Chazelle, who knew that the idea for the movie started with Xiang Yang's suggestion, was afraid After being rejected, he thought for a while and added:

"As the screenwriter and director of this movie, I need to make the necessary communication with you, the costume director."

"Then wait a moment..."

Xiangyang put down his phone and called up his work plan for today from the computer, "Uh... I'm free at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but only for half an hour. After that, I want to see my friends."

After hearing the other party's hesitant reply, Damien Chazelle directly asked: "Damn it! Are you only willing to give your girlfriend half an hour?"

"Then you should arrive early and I'll treat you to lunch." Xiang Yang scratched his hair.

It seems... if I squeeze in time, I still have some.

After all, everyone takes their girlfriend's affairs so seriously.

"Okay, you want to treat me to something better. By the way, can you call Liu over? I want to hear her thoughts."

"Then I want to ask her if she's up."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Yang blinked blankly. Things were developing more and more unexpectedly... Could it be that many people would appreciate a movie like this?

In Xiangyang's view, this is nothing more than a film with a sense of nostalgia that debates modernism and existentialism, and there are also many private goods hidden in it. Anyone who can watch the whole film is more or less literate. Green disease.

But this does not mean that everyone involved seems to have seen what they want from it.

Needless to say, Anna Wintour and Bill Nighy, one of them holds the title of art director and the other holds the title of producer.

No matter what box office and artistic achievements this film achieves, they will undoubtedly benefit a lot.

During the meal, although Anna Wintour said that she was busy and had no time, she was completely pretending.

As long as she is around, the title of art director is destined to hang on her head.

What about JCE’s family?

Their family is not short of money, but it seems difficult for Little John and his generation to inherit JCE’s hard work in Hermès.In the future, if they can run JCE's independent perfume company well, even if it is good, they should want to find another way to consolidate their position in the Paris fashion industry and pave the way for the family's future transformation?

What about yourself and Liu Qianqian?

Xiang Yangba sighed, put back the thoughts that were wandering in his mind, and dialed Liu Qianqian's number.

No matter what, you can't go wrong with actors appearing in movies.

"Hey…"

"Are you up?"

"I just opened my eyes but haven't woken up yet, hehe."

Liu Qianqian, who covered herself in the quilt, smiled and pouted coquettishly and said to Xiang Yang, "What, you missed me?"

"..."

There was a hint of charm in the lazy voice, which instantly stirred up Xiang Yang's heartstrings. He had just cursed "goblin" secretly when the door of the office was pushed open from the outside. Little John poked his head in and asked curiously:

"Xiang, when will Annie Leibovitz come today? I've asked someone to prepare her favorite ginger tea. Do you want to try it?"

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……

"looking at what?"

Near noon, when Xiang Yang was walking around his office with a stack of documents, the unshaven Le Maire knocked on the door and then came to the office where his most effective assistant was.

In just 2-3 years, the other party took the path that took him about 15 years.

This made him feel a little regretful for wasting too much time when he first stepped in.

Regarding Le Maire's arrival, Xiang Yang showed no surprise. In fact, he had planned to go to the other party's office in the afternoon to "look at the data, about sportswear."

"Oh? You're talking about this, I just watched it too." When he came to the coffee machine, he habitually poured himself a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee, and said with a smile: "Nowadays, sports and leisure styles and business casual styles The lines between styles are becoming increasingly blurred, which is good news for us.”

"More than that..." Xiang Yang shook his head. After sitting down with the other party, he said with a smile: "I took a look at the brands and their designs in the report. There is a very interesting phenomenon that many brands pursue beautiful designs too much. clothes, but made a big compromise on comfort. This obviously runs counter to the definition of sportswear itself.

But we can’t blame them, after all, the proportion of casual wear entering the workplace is almost reaching 80% or higher. "

"Indeed." Le Maire nodded, and he also gave his own opinion on this, that is, denim fabrics are being replaced by other more comfortable fabrics.

This is understandable.

According to reasonable data, around 2020, the sales of leggings in casual wear in Europe will surpass the most common jeans in daily life.

"So, what do you think?" Flamel asked looking at Xiang Yang.

"There are many ideas." Xiang Yang shook his head helplessly. This report contains huge business opportunities, but if you want to get a piece of it, you need to invest a lot of energy.

As a casual fashion brand, if you want to do well, what you need to face is not as simple as whether the design is outstanding.

It was a minute-by-minute battlefield.

Obviously, Xiang Yang had no intention of easily stepping into this realm that could swallow him alive.

However, seeing such a large piece of fat meat, it felt a bit regretful not to take two bites.

Human nature is like this. When eating from the bowl, they are thinking about the pot. Few people think about whether their stomach can hold it...

Seeing Xiang Yang rubbing his chin, Flamel frowned. Every time he saw Xiang Yang's hesitant expression, he knew that something very important must have happened. He knew that he could not help him much now. , thought about it and said:

"It's hard for you. Take your time and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Well, don't worry, it's just a small matter." Xiangyang waved his hand, "By the way, I will send my fabrics to you after customs clearance is completed next week."

Flamel, "Okay, I'm here to ask about this too. I've waited too long."

"The efficiency of your work here is too low." Xiang Yang said, thinking of the students Liu Qianqian's father helped introduce, and said: "I found the person who translated the materials, and I found a few international students through my connections. Please help me apply for this fee. ?”

"No need to apply, just fill in the form and let me sign it."

"Okay, I'm going to have dinner. I have an appointment at noon, so I won't accompany you."

"Who are you eating with?"

"Hehe." Xiangyang smiled ghostly, patted his butt and was about to leave. He had just taken two steps when Flamel's voice came from behind:

"Xiang, I remember you owed me a drink.

What do you Chinese people call our kind?

Matchmaker? "