Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

Soon, it was the day when Lian Xin came to make suits.

The extended version of the car stopped in front of Yimingfang for a long time, but the people in the car didn't get out.

Looking at this posture, Feng Lang asked Xia Jinting in a low voice: "Director, look at this...do you want someone to greet you?"

Xia Jinting flipped through the documents calmly, shook his head and said: "You tell me, how the clerk treats customers on weekdays, today is the same."

Lian Xin stayed in the car for a long time, but no one came to greet him, so he frowned all of a sudden.

These days, when he took office as a new official, it was the time when the spring breeze was in full bloom. He was surrounded by people everywhere. He had never been treated so coldly before.

But everyone is here, so I have to get off the bus.

After waiting for another cup of tea, Lian Xin slowly got out of the car.

At noon, the sun was very hot, but there was no one around who held an umbrella, so Lian Xin entered the store with a dark face, and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.

Feng Lang's heart was pounding. This company commander was wearing a typical British suit, with a narrow chest, wide hem, and tie accessories. He was very well-mannered at first glance.

He approached cautiously and greeted: "Mr. Lian, drink some tea."

Lian Xin took a sip with a sullen face, and spat the tea into the towel in disgust: "I've never had such a bad tea!"

Feng Lang smiled with regret on his face, but rolled his eyes in his heart.

Difficult to drink?This is the top-notch Dahongpao tea, which is the special tea for Mr. Gu to treat guests on weekdays. Feng Lang also took out the tea because he saw Lian Xin's status as valuable, but Lian Xin didn't appreciate it at all.

Feng Lang's time in Yimingfang has not been short, he has also received guests of high status from Bi Lianxin, and this is the first time he has seen someone with such an accent.

"Mr. Lian, this is a superb Dahongpao. If you are not used to drinking it, I will change it for you." Feng Lang stretched out his hand to take the teacup.

But was stopped by Lian Xin: "Forget it, where is your boss? Let him come to see me!"

"This..." Feng Lang showed embarrassment, "Mr. Gu is busy and doesn't greet guests. If you have any requests, just tell me."

"Tell you?!" Lian Xin sneered, "What's the use of telling you, something you have no eyesight, get out!"

Feng Lang got angry and lost his face. He endured the fire and returned to the work area, and then complained repeatedly: "I have been working in Yimingfang for at least five years. I have seen proud ones, but I have never seen such ones. He's so proud, who does he think he is. It's impossible for him to make himself a king!"

"Feng Lang." Xia Jinting stopped, "You are not allowed to talk about the guests behind their backs." "Director!" Feng Lang choked back his bitterness, "People don't like us at all. I gave him the brochure, but he didn't even read it."

Xia Jinting chuckled, and said calmly: "Wait." After speaking, he put a cup of clear tea in front of Feng Lang, "Drink a cup of tea to quench the fire."

Lian Xin's actions were all within Xia Jinting's expectation, the more obedient this kind of guest was to him, the more vigorous he was, and he kept him for half an hour to keep it quiet.

In the front shop, Lian Xin was sitting alone, and the clerk next to him was doing what he was supposed to do, completely treating him as a transparent person.

Lian Xin glanced at his watch, couldn't sit still any longer, and took the initiative to call the waiter: "Is this how you treat guests?"

The clerk pointed to the display book in his hand: "Mr. Lian, according to the rules, you have to choose the style first, and then we will measure your body."

Lian Xin threw the booklet on the ground and said loudly: "I told you! I am not satisfied with any of them. What about your designers, are they all dead people?!"

"Are you looking for a designer? I am." Xia Jinting relieved the guy with a gentle voice.

Lian Xin raised his head angrily, facing Xia Jinting's smiling eyes, he couldn't get angry for a while.

"I'm not satisfied with your styles!" Lian Xin shouted.

"What is Mr. Lian dissatisfied with?" Xia Jinting asked with a smile.

Lian Xin opened his mouth, unable to speak.

He was deliberately looking for faults, but he didn't expect that there would be a serious questioner, and his behavior and dealings with people were decent in every way, even if he was picky like him, he couldn't find faults.

"Let me tell you, the suit I'm wearing is custom-made abroad. Every stitch and thread is high-end goods, and it is a real famous brand. None of your clothes are the same style as the one I'm wearing. I'm not satisfied!"

Xia Jinting laughed out loud upon hearing this.

Lian Xin stared: "What are you laughing at?!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Lian, is your suit made to order in England?" Xia Jinting asked with a smile.

"You... how do you know?" Lian Xin was surprised.

"The suit you are wearing has a tight bust and a wide hem. It is a typical British suit." Xia Jinting replied.

Lian Xin: "Yes, just do as I do!"

Xia Jinting: "Since you like it, of course we can do it, but..."

Xia Jinting stopped the car after he finished speaking, "Forget it, as long as you like it."

Lian Xin's appetite was whetted, and he hurriedly asked, "Just what?"

Xia Jinting: "It's just that this English-style suit has a shortcoming."

"Nonsense, suits were invented by Westerners, how could they have shortcomings?!" Lian Xin said angrily.Xia Jinting: "When you wear this suit on weekdays, do you feel chest tightness and shortness of breath?"

As soon as the words fell, Lian Xin's expression changed.

Xia Jinting was right, although this English style suit looks good, it is really not easy to wear, the style is too tight, making people uncomfortable.

Xia Jinting: "This is a common problem with English-style suits, Mr. Lian please."

Lian Xin was stunned: "Do...what?"

Xia Jinting: "Measuring your body, haven't you chosen the style?"

"Cough, cough..." Lian Xin coughed violently, frowned, "I... have a look."

Xia Jinting didn't rush, and waited patiently aside with a smiling face.

Lian Xin finally picked up the "Misfortune" brochure and looked carefully.

Although he admires foreign goods, he knows nothing about suits. He judges whether a suit is good or not based on the standards of domestic and foreign products and whether it is a famous brand.

The presentation brochure with rich and detailed content was placed in front of him, which actually made him shy.

Xia Jinting saw his confusion, and took the initiative to give him a popular science: "By category, suits can be divided into three categories, one is tight-fitting British style, the other is loose American style, and the other is broad-shouldered and chest-high. Rorzon style."

Lian Xin was puzzled, "Then what type does the one in your store belong to?"

Xia Jinting: "We don't belong to any style, you come with me."

Lian Xin had already been entangled, and obediently followed Xia Jinting to the sample area.

Xia Jinting picked out one of the various suits and asked Lian Xin to try it on.

Lian Xin heaved a sigh of relief the moment the sample clothes were put on his body, the sense of tightness disappeared, and the sample clothes from Yimingfang were comfortable and slim.

Xia Jinting pointed to the mirror: "Look, our suits are neither tight, nor baggy, nor bulky. It can be said that we adopt the strengths of each family."

Lian Xin looked at himself in the mirror, and the taunting words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back.

This suit is really good, even if Lian Xin was trying to be critical, he died down in the face of the facts.

Xia Jinting: "Actually, you are right. The suit is indeed made by Westerners. The lines of the suit are closely related to the shape of the human body, creating a three-dimensional curved surface. Its invention is indeed remarkable. On this basis, Yimingfang has integrated The Chinese people's way of neutralization is to seek the most suitable version between the suit and the human body, and strive to be neither loose nor tight, comfortable and natural."

Lian Xin was silent.

Since he studied abroad, he has seen advanced western civilization, hated the ancient feudal ideas, and wore suits and shirts all day long, drawing a clear line from robes and jackets.

In his opinion, the suit shops opened by Chinese people are just imitations, and after all, they only learn superficially, and it is difficult to be elegant.

But what Xia Jinting said today made him suddenly enlightened.

The philosophy of Yimingfang is to take the strengths of Chinese style and make up for the shortcomings of Western style. Not only does it not blindly follow suits, but it also improves traditional suits. This is the attitude that domestic designers should have.

Especially the young designer in front of him, no matter how domineering his attitude was just now, this designer has always been neither humble nor overbearing, patiently and calmly explaining to the guests.

Lian Xin rubbed his nose ashamedly: "Haven't you asked for your name?"

"Xia Jinting."

The two shook hands, and Lian Xin's attitude took a 180-degree turn. He treated Xia Jinting very politely and listened to suggestions with an open mind.

If the guest is willing to cooperate, everything will be easy. Lian Xin's figure is tall and well-proportioned, wearing the sample clothes on him shows a different kind of spirit.

Xia Jinting pays attention to details and improves the important parts of the suit, such as collar, lapel, seam, shoulder blades and sleeves, every detail is exquisite.

Lian Xin was [-]% satisfied with the final design proposal.

When Lian Xin was leaving the store, Xia Jinting personally sent him out, Feng Lang followed Xia Jinting, secretly looking at Lian Xin's expression.

When Feng Lang saw a smile on Lian Xin's face, he almost thought he saw a ghost, but maybe his expression was too exaggerated, which caught Lian Xin's attention.

"It's you. I was the one who had a bad attitude just now. I apologize to you." Lian Xin said.

"No...it's nothing..." Feng Lang was happy in his heart, but his face was very decent.

"Mr. Lian, we will contact you when the clothes are ready in a few days." Xia Jinting handed the Nale people's British suit to Lian Xin.

In the past, Lian Xin was very fond of this suit, but now he looked at it again and felt a little dissatisfied. He took the suit and said sincerely: "Thank you!"

"You are welcome." Xia Jinting said, "It is my honor to design clothes that satisfy customers."

Seeing the stretched car driving out of sight, Feng Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Xia Jinting with eyes full of admiration: "Director, you are amazing, you can handle such difficult customers!"

Xia Jinting smiled and shook his head.

It's not him who is powerful, but Gu Sanye who hides his merit and fame deeply.

If it weren't for Gu Que's advice that day, Xia Jinting would have competed with Lian Xin, and eventually fell into a lose-lose situation.

It was Gu Que who gave him the idea, and made him think of a way to persuade Lianxin: the suits of different factions all have the characteristics of their respective countries. The British are gentlemen and rigorous, so they have tight-fitting British suits; Suits are loose in shape; Russians have broad shoulders, hence the borscht suit.

That being the case, Chinese people should also have their own suits.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-1419:58:09~2020-07-1519:24:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Yingying;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!