After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

But it still doesn't work, because the problems are still there, and none of them have been solved.

No matter what sweet words he said now, what promises he made, at the moment when the harm came in the future, he could not relieve him even a little bit of pain.

His eyes are so beautiful, how can there be heartache in such beautiful eyes?

Should not be.

He suppressed the turbulent emotion in his heart, pursed his lips and looked back at him, not daring to escape.

Because he endured too much hard work, his expression looked a little serious, even a little more indifferent than usual.

He was originally cold, but now his jaw was slightly raised, the corners of his lips were pursed, and his eyes were firm and powerful, adding an air of inviolability.

But his hand was loose in his palm.

This feeling was contradictory, Feng Yun looked at him thoughtfully, then lowered his head and kissed his fingertips.

Then he stretched his arms gently, held his hand and sent it back: "What I said is true, I'm not tired, and you don't need to be stressed, it's fine."

Ning An lowered his eyes, bit his lower lip with his snow-white teeth, and then let go, the pink lips were stained with a small trace of moisture.

His eyelashes were trembling, uncontrollably, like a heart, rushing left and right, moving so fast that he could barely breathe.

This made him unable to say a word that he originally wanted to test Feng Yun.

Feng Yun looked at him quietly, seeing his black hair, trembling eyelashes and snow-white skin that was almost transparent under the light.

If it wasn't for his subconscious biting of his lip, if it wasn't for the obvious trembling of his eyelashes, if it wasn't for his pale skin, then Feng Yun might not be able to detect any abnormalities.

Because his expression was too light, even considered indifferent,

If Feng Yun didn't know him well enough, then he might think that he was annoyed by his behavior of kissing his fingertips.

But Feng Yun knew him well and knew that he was calm enough to face anything.

So I can better understand what kind of waves are going on in his heart.

His eyes became dark and bottomless, but his voice was more soothing and soft.

"Ning An?" He called him softly, "Are you tired?"

"Yeah." Ning An raised his eyes and nodded, "I want to go back to my room to rest."

Feng Yun didn't look at him, he smiled naturally, lowered his head to serve himself soup: "Go, have a good rest today, and watch Teacher Wang's show tomorrow."

Feng Yun's relaxed performance made Ning An heave a sigh of relief, and he pulled him out of the emotion just now.

The moment just now seemed to be haunted by a nightmare, which made him feel a little scared.

His expression recovered a bit, he nodded, and smiled mechanically at him.

He stopped again as he was about to leave.

"Give me another three months, no, half a year at most," Feng Yun heard his voice above his head, very steady: "I will give you an answer."

"Okay." Feng Yun's fingers holding the spoon tightened.

Three months or half a year, gain or lose completely.

His eyes became fierce, no, there will not be two answers, for him, there will always be only one answer.

He still remembered that he told Shen Qingchuan that he would not use his scheming and means on him.

But what if he gave him a different answer?

It wasn't until Ning An's footsteps disappeared and his figure was hidden behind the door that Feng Yun relaxed and leaned back on the chair back.

He sat quietly for a while, not knowing what to think, and finally drank the soup in the bowl, ate seriously, and then packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen.

Wang Rong's Zhengxiu is still set in Triumph, and when the lights come on, a lot of luxury cars are parked in Triumph's underground garage.

Except for some partners, media and buyers who have received invitations from designers and organizers, Wang Rongxiu's ticket prices can be hyped up to sky-high prices almost every time.

Ning An and Feng Yun also met many familiar faces at the show, Fang Jin, Shen Qingchuan, and some designers from other brands.

Everyone wants to see the most valuable show in the fashion industry as soon as possible.

Feng Yun and Ning An's positions are at the front, facing the catwalk, with the best viewing angle.

Shen Qingchuan sat in an unobtrusive corner because he didn't want to attract Tian Xiaoci's attention.

The moment the lights came on and everyone's attention was attracted by the light effect, a slovenly middle-aged man sat on Feng Yun's left.

At that time, Feng Yun was in Ning An's ear, talking about the direction of Chu He's clothing reform this year.

Chuhe has several lines in clothing, mainly high-end lines, but the market share of low-end lines in previous years is not low.

Only in the past two years has it begun to show a downward trend.

If you only look at the overall financial report, it is actually difficult to find this situation.

Because the high-end line can account for almost two-thirds of the overall profit, and it is still maintaining an upward trend.

In this way, after the overall data is neutralized, it is difficult to find the downward trend of the low-end line.

However, the management of Chuhe has always paid little attention to the development of the low-end line. It is said that there was even a proposal to cut the low-end line and develop the high-end line.

Therefore, no one specifically analyzes this data. Even if it is really analyzed, it is hard to say whether anyone pays attention to it.

In fact, Feng Yun didn't notice this situation at first.

He only discovered the anomaly after the preparations for this year's ready-to-wear show began.

In Chuhe's middle and low-end show, many clothing series for middle-aged people are still popular styles and colors a few years ago.

The gray and black color scheme, the bloated and spacious style, have no aesthetics at all. Compared with the exquisite ironing posts of Chu and high-end show, they are like two extremes.

And there was only one day between the two ready-to-wear shows, the gap between heaven and earth.

After returning home, he compared various data all night, and quickly integrated new ideas and new planning directions. Not only could he not give up on the low-end, but he had to put more resources into it.

The great success of the high-end line made Chu He stand at the apex of the biological chain for too long. It has been so long that he has begun to seriously lack a sense of crisis. From the inside to the outside, there is a feeling of "even if I don't do anything, no one can do it." "Beyond" blind self-confidence and optimism.

This kind of paralyzing thinking took root and made them ignore the huge market corresponding to the low-end line.

And the market they have lost in recent years has gradually been swallowed up by "Evergreen" quietly.

Feng Yun asked to reintegrate the design department. The designer's latest products no longer supply all high-end lines, but the mid- and low-end lines should also be at the top of the trend, especially for middle-aged people's clothing styles and colors.

Today's middle-aged people have a very different pursuit of fashion and taste from those of ten years ago or even just a few years ago.

They no longer only pursue practicality, but also pursue quality and taste in a deeper and broader way.

Fashion and the age are advancing at the same time. This is no longer the era when you are satisfied with food and clothing.

No matter which level you live in, you have the right and desire to pursue things that can best highlight your personality and characteristics within this level.

Especially beautiful things.

This has long been an era of strong individualism.

If you don't satisfy your customers, then you are destined to be eliminated by the times, because there will always be someone to satisfy them for you.

When Chu He was about to abandon the middle and low-end line, Feng Yun wanted to pick it up and polish it again, which surprised some people but also made them hard to agree.

Feng Yun set up a special working group to re-conduct market research and evaluation on this matter, and also investigated the competitor's product layout. He even got Changqing's profit distribution map into his hands.

After the new plan was put out on the board of directors, the glaring data silenced everyone.

A huge profit market is almost abandoned by them.

Living in the greenhouse for too long has already worn away their sharp minions and keen sense of touch.

There is no doubt that this package was passed quickly.

The middle and low-end line will be separated from the high-end line, and will be presented with the name and logo of the Chuhe sub-brand, which will appear in a new model in autumn.

Not long after Feng Yun entered Chuhe, he did a lot of things, and Ning An didn't know about it.

It's just that when they entered the arena, they met a person in charge of Chu and the partner, and that person pulled Feng Yun to talk about this matter.

They didn't say much, and Ning An just glanced curiously.

After sitting down, Feng Yun briefly explained the matter. After Ning An listened, she turned her head and smiled at him: "You are right, no matter what class people have the right to wear clothes, they also have the right to pursue beauty and **."

Feng Yun was amused by him, first he pursed his lips, then in his smiling eyes, he showed a few white teeth.

Shen Qingchuan sat in the corner, staring at them.

Under the light, Feng Yun's thick eyelashes were like a feather fan, coated with a layer of mottled light.

He grinned, and the smile and pampering in his eyes almost overflowed.

There was a taste of innocence and satisfaction in it, very different from the cold-blooded, cruel and sharp Feng Yun he saw in the mall.

And Ning An opposite him was also smiling at him, not as cold as usual, even gentle.

Maybe they don't know it, but in the eyes of outsiders, the sparks and electric current between them can almost burn people.

Shen Qingchuan is, he feels that he has been burned.

I was scalded by the uncontrollable envy in my heart, even jealousy.

If he could face up to his feelings earlier like Feng Yun, and not be so stubborn, maybe today he wouldn't have to hide in a corner to watch Tian Xiaoci's show, and he wouldn't have to hide in a corner to watch his back when he was going out. To others, he showed the smile that had fascinated him at the beginning.

It wasn't until Ning An's attention turned to the stage again that Feng Yun slowly sat up straight and glanced around slightly.

When he saw the middle-aged man on his left, he couldn't help being slightly startled: "Director Zhang? You also came to see Mr. Wang's show? Or..."

The person sitting next to him was none other than the director Zhang Qi, and Zhang Qi was looking at Ning An through him.

While talking, he couldn't help turning his body sideways to block Zhang Qi's gaze.

Many people compare Wang Rong and Zhang Qi, saying that Wang Rong is Zhang Qi in the fashion circle.

That's because all the models who walked past Wang Rongxiu became popular, and their worth and rank rose immediately.

Just like Zhang Qi.

All the newcomers that Zhang Qi discovers can also become popular instantly. Not only can they gain a firm foothold in the film circle immediately, but they can also firmly stand at the top of the film circle, even for newcomers who have just entered the circle.

Zhang Qi is like a magician in the film industry. The actors who have passed through his hands, as long as they don't act like monsters, they will have no problem in Changhong for decades.

Status and vision are too mysterious, and sometimes there is no way to explain them with common sense.

But in fact, Zhang Qi and Wang Rong also have a deep personal relationship, but this matter is little known.

When he encountered difficulties in clothing in the previous films, Wang Rong also helped him, but Wang Rong has always kept a low profile and refused to sign the credits at the end of the film.

Since the beginning of last year, Zhang Qi has said in an interview that he is preparing a movie about models.

The glamor on the flyover, the infinite scenery in front of people, and the worldly and critical eyes of the audience, the harsh training that is almost cruel, the working environment that is not relaxed and sometimes quite harsh, and the input and output are not directly proportional. Most of the models who can't get ahead are struggling to survive in the plight of low income...

Each item is a point of conflict or even an emotional explosion that attracts the director very much.

One can imagine how much tension and impact such a movie would have in Zhang Qi's hands.

The movie has been getting the attention of the media, and several top-status movie actors and even popular traffic stars have gone to audition.

Everyone knows what it means to be in Zhang Qi's film, so everyone can't wait to squeeze their heads in.

It's just that so far, the protagonist is still undecided.

Zhang Qi has never said who is suitable, and he has never said who is not suitable. He is still waiting and looking.

Zhang Qibu watched many shows, and Wang Rong also showed him the video of his model interview this time for him to seek inspiration.

He came today because in those few videos, he saw a person and wanted to watch it live.

Zhang Qi was somewhat dissatisfied with Feng Yun's behavior of blocking his sight.

His natural talent and keen artistic perception gave him the arrogance of capital, and he still has no good face even in front of investors.

He responded lightly, and as the sound effect sounded from above his head, he turned his gaze to the stage.

Feng Yun didn't care either, he smiled and watched the opening of this much-anticipated show.

Wang Rong's show is undoubtedly wonderful. In this regard, he has almost never failed those who have expected him.

But Feng Yun slowly turned his attention to Ning An, watching him concentrate and serious, seeing him joyful and surprised, seeing him suddenly smiling...

The light and shadow changed on that face, just like the vicissitudes of life are changing rapidly at any time, only that face is still so clean and pure.

Feng Yun looked at him with a little infatuation, he thought, he is so beautiful.

That's right, it's beautiful, fair, pure, serious, pure and tough.

But such a clean and beautiful boy aroused the endless bestiality in his heart.

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