As the chief designer, Bai Qingluo takes care of every detail. Even the headgear that needs to be worn on the model's head must be approved by her.
But things kept happening backstage. Accessories were broken, clothes were scratched, and the scene was chaotic. Fortunately, Bai Qingluo was fully prepared and everything was resolved in the end.
"Lin Shuang, come here!" she suddenly shouted.
"Here we come." Lin Shuang, who was hiding among the models, had to show his face.
"Mr. Bai, call me." She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Fortunately, she wasn't lazy just now, otherwise Bai Qingluo wouldn't know how to deal with her.
"Have the models changed into clothes?"
Lin Shuang nodded.
Since it was just a press conference, there were only eleven models, including Bai Qingluo, there were twelve in total.
The rest are just for show. Their clothes are the responsibility of other Nishang designers, and their quality and creativity are not even remotely close to those of Bai Qingluo.
"Go back and count the number of people."
Hearing this, Lin Shuang's heart began to beat. Did Bai Qingluo find out so quickly?
She turned her head and counted in a low voice, "1, 2, 3..."
"Mr. Bai, I read that right, we are all here!"
"You still treat me like a fool. Do you think I'm blind because I'm wearing a mask?"
Bai Qingluo was so arrogant that Lin Shuang suddenly collapsed. She had to count again, "Mr. Bai, it seems that there is one missing model!"
"Young lady happens to be wearing the clothes I designed?"
"Mr. Bai, she may be feeling unwell, need some air, or go to the toilet." Lin Shuang explained awkwardly.
She couldn't tell Bai Qingluo that the unlucky model was locked in the storage room by her.
Bai Qingluo raised her wrist and her tone was extremely cold, "There are still ten minutes until the press conference. I won't see anyone in five minutes. Lin Shuang, get out of here!"
"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."
Lin Shuang cursed while running. When she arrived at the storage room, she cursed and opened the lock, "What's the matter with you? Don't you know what day it is today?"
The model was stunned for a moment after being scolded. When she was about to explain, she was interrupted by the other party.
"I won't listen to excuses. I will tell your boss later that the press conference is imminent. You can disappear for fun!"
"Director Lin, please don't, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."
Lin Shuang rolled his eyelids, "Why don't you hurry over and wait for me to carry you in a sedan chair?"
The model held up her skirt and followed Lin Shuang fearfully.
Seeing the model lounge in front of him, Lin Shuang suddenly stopped and said, "Looking at your youth, I don't want to embarrass you. If someone asks you later, just say you have a stomachache. Do you hear me?"
Director Lin looked fierce, but he turned out to be so kind. The model nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Director Lin."
"Come in quickly!"
This stupid girl probably wouldn't dare to leak it, so Lin Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.
The press conference began. Bai Qingluo stood in the center of the booth, with all the models lined up behind her.
The flashlight blinds people's eyes.
Luo Yanchen, as the top leader of Luo Family, was also invited.
He was standing next to Bai Qingluo.
However, he was a little curious as to why Bai Qingluo was wearing a mask.
It is outlined with gold wire, with one end across the bridge of the nose, like a mandala branch, and the other end tucked behind the ear.
He looked again and saw that the nameplate in front of Bai Qingluo only had the four characters "Chief Designer" written on it.
She doesn't want to expose herself?
There were not many sessions in the press conference. After the host made a speech, Luo Yanchen said a few words, and the show began.
The models entered the venue one by one.
Bai Qingluo was the finale, and Luo Yanchen in the audience could tell that this dress was the one he had watched Bai Qingluo sketch with ink that day in the study.
At that time, he only thought it looked good, but after processing, he didn't know what kind of fabric Bai Qingluo used. The clothes sparkled, as if gold threads had passed through them. In addition to the dark ink color, they also had lightly embroidered all over the floor, brocade, and locks.
Silk, stamped yarn and other patterns.
The reporter raised his camera high, wishing he could stuff Bai Qingluo inside and take him away.
In addition to the one worn by Bai Qingluo, the other eleven Hanfus that incorporate elements from various dynasties are equally beautiful.
It makes people want to put it on themselves immediately.
The reporters’ eyes shone, and the professionals present were drooling.
They couldn't help but whisper to each other: "Which immortal is Nishang's newly invited? Could it be that one -"
Thirteen years ago, she promoted the design of Hanfu to the International Haute Couture Fashion Week. Five years ago, she launched the "Taozhiyaoyao" series of Hanfu, in which a complete skirt was printed and dyed on a 4.58-meter-long skirt.
Take Lu Xuandu.
Since then, Wang Lu's name has become a monument to domestic Hanfu manufacturing.
They looked at the designer's brushstrokes on the stage, as well as the techniques of printing, dyeing, painting, and weaving, all of which looked exactly like Wang Lu's.
Wang Lu is also low-key and rarely shows her face in front of the public.
So, is this woman wearing a mask really Wang Lu?
After all, who else but Wang Lu could make such an ingenious design!
There were voices talking from behind, hearing that they mistook Bai Qingluo for Wang Lu, Luo Yanchen felt dissatisfied, but also secretly proud.
Foreign friends could not understand the simple Chinese-style designs, so Bai Qingluo introduced them one by one.
"From both the basic human body type and the basic clothing type... I abandon visual repetitive impressions and incorporate new nationally innovative elements..."
Bai Qingluo was talking eloquently on the stage, and the designers in the audience seemed to be returning to the university campus and listening to the professor's lectures. They took out their notebooks or computers and started recording.
They looked at Bai Qingluo, who was talking eloquently and eloquently, with admiration and admiration bursting out of their eyes. It was as if Bai Qingluo had become an insurmountable mountain, making them look up.
Standing behind the curtain, Lin Shuang's face was green and green, as if under a thousand-year-old lake, there were clusters of green algae and moss, rotting and smelly.
Offstage, Bai Xue asked her friends to hold up their cameras and focus on taking pictures of Bai Qingluo and her clothes. The number of viewers in the live broadcast exceeded one million, and she became the most popular video host.
Bai Xue couldn't see it. She was currently wearing a Hanfu that Bai Qingluo had given her, and she was showing it off to the audience.
After Bai Qingluo introduced, the models stepped off the stage, and she invited the designers from Nishang Studio to come up, including Lin Shuang.
Lin Shuang was standing slightly behind Bai Qingluo. She thought she would be able to show her face during the reporter's interview later.
However, when almost everyone asked Bai Qingluo their questions, she could only laugh, but her heart was filled with embarrassment, disappointment, and jealousy.
"I would like to ask the chief designer, are these Hanfus the crystallization of the collective wisdom of your Nishang Studio, or are they the result of you alone?"
"Of course -" Lin Shuang was furious. Just as he was about to answer, Bai Qingluo held him down.
"Every designer in our studio participated in the production, and they are excellent."