Chapter 1, The Greatest Designer in History

"No, you are the Chief Fashion Designer of our company," Smith said emphatically, feeling quite pleased with himself for what he thought was a clever retort

At this moment, a man who appeared to be very troubled was pacing in front of a woman wearing large round glasses, who was sitting at a desk writing and drawing.

Miss Yuyao, why not just say that you lack the confidence to handle this case? Tsk tsk, it makes sense, how could a woman who spends all day drawing on blank paper possibly possess that kind of top-notch communication skills? I will go back and report to the president that you—our renowned Director Bai—lack intellect. " After saying this, he turned around, pretending to leave, secretly betting that she would definitely not let him leave like this and tarnish her reputation.

Delve deeper stealthily, into the deepest part of the drilling zone

The crow flew by, cawing! It doesn't matter, after all, I have already attained an indestructible body, so I will continue to strive: "This proposal was put forward by you."

Take care on your way. Yet, he still did not lift his head.

He has even developed a heart that crashes into walls

Speechless, Bai Yuyiao continued to ignore him, whether he chose to speak or not. In her work mode, she was indeed sparing with her words

The clothing store in the alley is called "Diamond Zone"

In this day and age, there are all sorts of strange and unusual occurrences, and the only thing missing is a visit from Martians to Earth

Puff! Spitting blood! Someone has tragically collapsed to the ground

The president stated that your proposal has garnered significant attention across various industries, and you must attend next month's banquet to personally take charge of this case. Smith adjusted his collar, took a few deep breaths quietly, seemingly preparing to face something.

It is just that he forgot what kind of person their renowned Director Bai is

I yield the floor to you

You may go to find the planning director It is still necessary to clarify things clearly

I'm exhausted!

It has been decided, to use provocation tactics

Oh dear! My great-aunt, when will you put down your pen and take a moment to seriously listen to me?" Smith looked at Bai Yuyiao, who didn't even spare him a glance, feeling distressed and on the verge of tears... How unfortunate...

Indeed

"That is also a designer," a certain woman continued to speak leisurely.

A studio that can rival the presidential suite of a five-star hotel has emerged

Well... it's perplexing

This is not the case; clearly, in a seemingly quiet alley where not even a bird would defecate, there exists a magnificent clothing store bustling with people. Moreover, all the patrons are dressed in expensive suits and formal wear, carrying limited edition designer bags, and adorned with diamond-studded hairpins, resembling nobility. As for the cars? There is no need to mention them; Ferraris, Mercedes-Benzes, BMWs, and Rolls-Royces are all parked in a parking lot just outside the alley. It appears that this parking lot is not open to everyone; if one wishes to access the "restricted area," registration is required to park.

The case was brought up by you, so you have the right to speak

It is already quite astonishing that a seemingly famous clothing store has opened in an alley, and the fact that it is doing so well in business is even more perplexing. It is truly baffling that those who consider themselves to be upper-class individuals are willing to lower themselves to patronize it

I am a fashion designer. It means that if it does not involve fashion design, it is none of her business. Without even raising her head, Bai Yuyou said lightly, giving off a somewhat indifferent vibe

Our story has officially begun

The woman is dressed in a white shirt and cropped jeans, her hair casually pinned up with a hairpin. On her palm-sized oval face, she wears a pair of large round glasses, exuding an air of competence, simplicity, and maturity without any hint of being outdated. A half-length pencil sketches each stroke on the paper, showing signs of treating the man swaying in front of her as if he were invisible

Well, for the N + 1 time, he wanted the most outstanding designer in history to casually say, "Yes, please go ahead," as if they were having a chat. He must have been out of his mind to entertain such a daydream