Song Shifeng's 1991

The lady with pink fried hair was chatting on the phone with someone, and she didn't know what to say, and she looked very proud.

It doesn't matter if Song Shifeng understands it or not, but Yan Dong's complexion becomes ugly.

"What's wrong? What did she say?" Song Shifeng asked.

"She said that people in Huaguo are all fools. They don't know what fashion is. They don't have luxury goods. If you give us a piece of shit and tell us it's beautiful, we will hold it. She also said that we won't have luxury goods for 20 years. , they are absolutely ahead in fashion, and then invite her friends to make money."

Song Shifeng started to grind his teeth when he heard this, but the worse thing was yet to come.

"She also said that Chinese people do not have their own aesthetics, their own clothing, or their own minds. Everyone wears suits, and they wear suits at banquets and homes in the streets and alleys. Their suits have already occupied the clothing industry in Huaguo."

Song Shifeng didn't say anything, and started to unbutton and take off his suit.

"She said she bet that their magazine would lead the fashion industry in Huaguo within a year, and that their magazine was the best in the world. Her friend agreed with her."

"Shit!" Song Shifeng cursed in a low voice.

Yan Dong continued to translate, "She said that people in Huaguo are stupid and have a lot of money, and there is no challenge at all. Her father gave him this job because he looked down on her working ability."

"Ha." Song Shifeng rolled his eyes, "I want to see what kind of bullshit she has!"

"She also said that the whole world knows that Chinese people love immigrants, and they all hope to immigrate to the United States and live a life of a master. Immigrants say their country is heaven, and then Huaguo is hell, but the money in hell is easy to make, and she still You can wrong yourself to deal with us."

Song Shifeng couldn't go on anymore, he took off his tie and rushed forward wearing only a thin shirt.

Yan Dong pulled her back with a sullen face, "What are you doing? Arguing with a woman? It's disgraceful to win an argument, and it's even more embarrassing to lose."

"Be ashamed, be ashamed!" Song Shifeng was already mad, and he couldn't care so much.Throwing away Yan Dong's hand, he walked up to the woman in a few steps, and just looked at her until she took away the big brother who was covering her ears.

"Uh..." She first asked something in English, as if realizing that he didn't understand, and then impatiently changed it into broken Chinese, "Is there anything?"

"Miss, has anyone ever taught you what respect is? Has anyone ever told you that Chinese people are the most patriotic and don't listen to insults and ridicule from others? Please see clearly where you are standing. This is the country of Hua, please Hide when you speak ill of Hua, otherwise you may get beaten, understand?"

Yan Dong translated truthfully, and the explosive head frowned and said something loudly.

"She said what she said was the truth."

"What is a fact? Is there a 200-year history in your country? When we were prosperous and prosperous, you still ate raw meat! Returning to heaven? Do you believe in the flattery of a few guys who have forgotten their ancestors? Didn't you just make a war fortune? A step ahead of us? Let me tell you, we used to have no cars, planes, atomic bombs, or satellites, but now we all have them! Who gives you the confidence to speak out in a small magazine? Let me tell you, we will Yes, there are more magazines, you have to know whose bowl you are serving, and don’t smash the food without eating it.”

"it is good!"

"That's it!"

I don't know when there were only a few people in the coffee shop, and only a few people stood up. Yan Dong was not the only one who could understand the women's conversations here.Song Shifeng's words attracted everyone's applause, it was so fucking relieved.

Yan Dong translated Song Shifeng's words truthfully, and the lady fried hair was upset, "Is what I said wrong? Don't you all wear suits in Huaguo now? Is the shirt and trousers on your body a suit? Is your companion wearing a suit? ?Look at the people in this coffee shop, how many of them are not in suits and leather shoes? Are you afraid of being criticized if you do it yourself? If you have the ability, don’t wear suits, let everyone don’t wear them, can you?”

Song Shifeng yanked the buttons of his shirt, shook his hands, and took them off, revealing the two ribbed vests inside.Then untie the belt.

"Oh..." Sister Bang exclaimed, covering her chest with her hands.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in black girls." Song Shifeng took off his trousers twice, revealing the black tight long johns inside.He threw his clothes on the table, "From now on, I won't wear a suit."

Yan Dong, who was silent beside him, also took off his clothes and put them aside, silently supporting him.

"I support you!" No one knew who responded, and everyone took off their clothes one after another. In the end, everyone was wearing long johns or long johns with two ribs, and there was one who was wearing nothing under his shirt and was simply shirtless.

Song Shifeng cupped his hands, "Thanks, brothers."

He looked at Sister Afro, "Look, this is from Huaguo."

Unexpectedly, Sister Bang Bang laughed and sneered, "So what? Can you not wear suits for the rest of your life? I said you have no fashion to save face, let alone fashion, you even owe basic aesthetics and basic politeness , Look at what you are wearing in a public relations occasion like a coffee shop, this is you Chinese people, ha, what a big joke."

"We don't understand aesthetics? We don't understand politeness? We are protesting! The denial of suits! It has nothing to do with politeness. Our aesthetics come from 5000 years of historical precipitation. You say we don't understand beauty? A joke!"

"Do you have a world-renowned designer? Is there a world-class design competition? Is there a world-class model? Is there a world-recognized advanced customization? Is there a fashion week?" Sister Zamao pressed, "No, not a single one, No matter how old it is, it will rot, your history has long been outdated, and the fashion industry does not want old antiques."

"Fashion is beauty, as long as beauty is not out of date." Song Shifeng stared into her eyes, "Just wait, you will see what is real fashion, real luxury!"

"Ha, can you see it when my hair is all gray?"

Song Shifeng responded with a fake smile, "Soon, you will see."

"I'll wait for you for 20 years, no, 30 years, I'm afraid you won't have enough time, and then I will try to make my hair less gray." Miss Zha Mao raised her head arrogantly and proudly, "Nobody, I remember you gone."

Yan Dong was also annoyed, and he gritted his teeth every word the translator said.He wanted to do something, but Song Shifeng, a big man, was already arguing with the woman, so he couldn't join in, or he would be bullying the woman blatantly.But he was really aggrieved, terribly aggrieved, but the more aggrieved he became, the quieter he became, and in the end he couldn't even see much emotion from his face, but the eyes became deeper and deeper.

The coffee shop seemed to be quite noisy, but the movement here was like a small stone thrown into a big pond. A little bit of rippling wind passed and it dispersed, and the banquet hall was not disturbed.Inside, people are looking for cooperation, investment, and entertainment. Everyone is busy with their own business. The gears of time seem to have stopped again. Suits, skirts, trousers, and western dresses, it was the same ten years ago, and it will still be the same ten years later. , 20 years? 30 years?

Song Shifeng doesn't hate suits, he even likes them, but the world can't just have a suit. We can't lose our own things, not just the form. What we can't lose is not only our pursuit of beauty in clothing, but also our straightened spine .

He now has the answer to the question that editor-in-chief Su asked him that day. He wants to be the best fashion magazine in the world, and he wants to let the world see the beauty of fashion in our vast country.It's time to smash them to death with capital!

After letting go of the harsh words, Song Shifeng still felt uneasy. He had never wished for a stronger and stronger country, richer and richer. Let's see who dares to show off in front of them!

And now he doesn't dream of Yan Dong anymore. He dreams of playing football, a pink ball with long hairs, he can't shoot the goal with one kick after another, and his forehead is sweating anxiously.

The aggrieved Song Shifeng returned to his starting place with the ideal goal full of grievances. The small county is still a small county, and there is no difference from when he left.

He was full of struggle and struggle, but when he came back, the two shareholders of the magazine were all wilted, like cabbage that lacked water, withered.

"What's the matter? The magazine isn't selling well? Something happened to the company? Or did you guys break up with each other?" He couldn't care about his grievances, he had to care about his good friends first.

"Not at all." Yang Jiabao smiled wryly, "I lost again in the design competition, and I was knocked back even though I didn't make it to the finalists."

"Why is this again? I think the clothes you designed are very beautiful, why are you not even shortlisted?" Song Shifeng couldn't understand, "Then who won the award this time?"

Ping Guanyue handed him a foreign express, and the results of the competition had already been posted on it.

Song Shifeng flipped through it quickly. Anyway, he didn't see how much better than theirs, but half of the strange costumes were incomprehensible.

"I think, maybe it's not a problem with your design."

"What else could it be?"

"The problem is that you are Chinese people." Song Shifeng looked at them steadily, and told what he had seen and heard in the capital. Of course, the focus was on the quarrel. There is no second design."

Ping Guanyue's eyes widened, "This is too contemptuous, if I were here, I would have to bury her to death."

Song Shifeng sighed, "What's the use of being loud? If there is no one, then there is none. We really have no international design competitions, no international shows, no internationally recognized design masters, no top luxury goods, let alone top ones, just average Basically nothing, in the fashion industry, we owe too much."

"How long has it been since we reformed and opened up, and how long has he been gone? We have to recognize people." Yang Jiabao comforted, "Besides, it's just one person's words, and we can't completely deny the whole world."

"Yes, it was indeed said by a person, but this person is from a world-renowned fashion magazine. It can be seen how their fashion industry thinks of us. There is a saying, look at leopards..."

"You can see the leopard in the tube."

"Yes, this is it, so we have to change."

"How?"

Song Shifeng looked at them seriously, opened his mouth and said, "We will hold the competition ourselves!"