Perhaps many ordinary people don't know Smith.
But for girls from wealthy families like Liu Xiaoli or those from relatively well-off families like Liu Qiang, they are all too familiar with Smith.
He often appears on various fashion sections and is a world-class fashion designer.
Each of his clothing pieces is a work of art. Every time he releases a piece of clothing, it can become the focus of the upper class around the world and lead the trend. Liu Xiaoli herself is from an art college and has an inexplicable admiration for Smith.
She has liked Smith for many years and thinks he is the best fashion designer in the world. No one can surpass him. Liu Xiaoli will buy all the fashion magazines about him every month.
Therefore, she was extremely excited to see Smith.
Smith walked over with a smile, being accustomed to the cheers and surprises of everyone.
He went straight to Liu Xiaoli. "Pretty lady, would you like me to custom-make clothing for you?"
Liu Xiaoli excitedly covered her small mouth and nodded with tears in her eyes.
This is simply a gift bestowed by heaven.
Seeing Liu Xiaoli so excited, Long Jun was even more proud. For this gift, he had prepared for a long time. Looking at Qin Mo in the corner with pride, he thought that this time he was completely incomparable to me.
Under the envious gazes of many girls, Liu Xiaoli sat on the design table.
Smith took her measurements and, combining with Liu Xiaoli's body shape, cut the fabric on the spot for her.
With his adept skills, the scissors made a clicking sound on the fabric. Qin Mo watched from the corner and nodded occasionally.
This person is really good at his craft. Qin Mo thought to himself.
In just a short while, a pure white evening gown appeared on Liu Xiaoli.
The white dress had no adornments. Just relying on the knife work, a work of art was carved out. Many guests exclaimed in admiration. He is indeed an international fashion designer. In just half an hour, he can turn fabric into an extremely beautiful dress.
Qin Mo in the corner, however, frowned on one side.
He had some different suggestions for this evening gown. But he didn't disturb everyone's appreciation and just let them admire it. So as not to spoil their mood.
Xu Yan excitedly ran over with a glass of red wine, caressing Liu Xiaoli's dress and unable to let go, feeling a bit envious. Which girl doesn't like beautiful clothes? Who doesn't want to be the focus of attention? Everyone does.
"Xiaoli, you are so beautiful in this! Just like a fairy... Ah!!"
Xu Yan was feeling happy for Xiaoli. Suddenly, a guest accidentally bumped into Xu Yan. The red wine in Xu Yan's glass immediately spilled out and all spilled on Liu Xiaoli's dress!
Red wine is most likely to leave stains.
A beautiful dress was thus smeared with a stain.
The admiration at the banquet suddenly stopped. People stared in astonishment at this beautiful work of art, only to see it ruined in the next second.
Xu Yan clenched her small hand, looking full of self-blame and uneasiness. "Xiaoli, I... I didn't mean it."
She didn't expect such a situation to occur suddenly. Liu Xiaoli stared blankly at her beloved dress, and the smile on her face gradually froze.
She was originally extremely excited and felt that this was the happiest day of her life. But a glass of red wine ruined everything. The good dress became a piece of waste.
Long Jun certainly couldn't bear to see Liu Xiaoli cry. He hurriedly said to Mr. Smith, "Mr. Smith! Make another one for Xiaoli! I'll pay double the price!"
Smith coldly shook his head.
"I only make one piece of clothing a month." Mr. Smith replied in English.
"This isn't a special situation?" Long Jun was so anxious that he was almost going crazy.
Smith still firmly shook his head. "This is my design concept. Although this young lady is very beautiful, I won't make an exception for her. Top fashion designers are all after fame and reputation.
The value of each of their clothing pieces is equivalent to hundreds or thousands of others. If there are more quantities, it will be cheaper. To maintain the value of clothing, they make it rare and precious."
The scene was extremely awkward for a while.
Everyone was anxious but there was nothing they could do. Watching Liu Xiaoli cry into a tearful person at her own birthday banquet. And Xu Yan was also so guilty that she was almost crying. Many self-proclaimed protectors of beautiful women were all silent at this moment and couldn't think of any solutions.
As soon as Long Jun saw that Smith was unwilling to act, he immediately pointed all the blame at Xu Yan. "Xu Yan! Look at what you've done. Do you know how difficult it was for me to invite Mr. Smith? It's all your fault!"
As Long Jun took the lead, everyone also pointed the blame at Xu Yan.
"Yes! If it weren't for her, could this happen?"
"What kind of person! I think she is just jealous of Liu Xiaoli!"
"Still a good best friend. She has ruined someone's birthday banquet. On purpose, right!"
People scolded Xu Yan in twos and threes.
Xu Yan lowered her head deeply, tears falling like raindrops and hitting the ground. Standing there alone, she was as helpless as an injured little bird. She could only helplessly shake her head and keep saying "Sorry... sorry..." repeating the apology.
"It's just a piece of clothing."
Qin Mo in the corner, holding a glass of red wine, frowned slightly and walked out. Everyone made way in confusion. Qin Mo stood in front of Xu Yan. Xu Yan looked up in a daze and stared at Qin Mo's tall figure.
Just when everyone didn't understand what Qin Mo was doing, Qin Mo suddenly dipped his finger into the red wine glass, took out some red wine, and directly drew on Liu Xiaoli's dress with his finger.
"What the hell are you doing!"
Long Jun was so angry that he almost wanted to kill. This guy was deliberately looking for trouble. This dress was already ruined. Now with Qin Mo's actions, it has completely become rubbish.
As Qin Mo drew, he said faintly, "You'd better shut up."
"You son of a bitch."
"Long Jun, let him draw." Liu Xiaoli wiped her red eyes and looked at Qin Mo curiously. She wanted to see what Qin Mo was really doing. Anyway, the dress was already ruined. It didn't matter if it was ruined further.
Liu Xiaoli was the host of the banquet, so everyone naturally listened to her.
But the way everyone looked at Qin Mo had even more disgust. Liu Xiaoyao was already so sad, but Qin Mo was still doodling on her dress for fun. Wasn't he asking for a beating?
"Qin Mo, don't mess around, okay? Liu Xiaoli is already crying like this."
"I'm really convinced! If it's found out that you are bullying Liu Xiaoli, see if Long Jun won't beat you to death!"
People impatiently uttered curses. Qin Mo, however, was unperturbed and sprinkled a little red wine on Liu Xiaoli's white dress bit by bit.
On one side, Smith stared at this oriental young man in a daze. His eyes became deeper and deeper.
Later, it seemed that Qin Mo was in high spirits. He picked up the red wine glass and splashed it on the dress like splashing ink. Then he picked up a brush, dipped it in red wine, and waved it on Liu Xiaoli's dress to paint!
People gradually stared in amazement.
Their gazes also gradually froze.
Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but stop crying. She covered her mouth and gradually showed a surprised expression.
With Qin Mo's last stroke, a natural and majestic painting appeared on Liu Xiaoli! It was a crane soaring into the sky, as if breaking through the clouds and waving its wings among the wine clouds. It was extremely vivid. "A master! A master from Huaxia! Oh, my god!" Smith excitedly screamed. This was the most exciting journey he had had in Huaxia. "This... it's amazing." The guests couldn't help but murmur. Looking at the crane stained by wine, they were all fascinated. Xu Yan looked at Qin Mo, her eyes full of gratitude. Without Qin Mo standing up, she really didn't know what to do. In her heart, her dislike for Qin Mo unconsciously lessened a bit.
Liu Xiaoli excitedly covered her small mouth and kept shaking her head in disbelief. The smile returned to her face again.
Liu Qiang, Long Jun and others had frozen expressions. They were also stunned. All the guests at the banquet were deeply attracted by this dress.
Liu Xiaoli became the unique focus tonight.
The crane surrounds the body. The crane stained by wine is a perfect match!
Looking at this dress, many girls were a bit jealous. They secretly glanced at Qin Mo and really wanted to get this man's contact information. Which girl doesn't want to be the focus?
"Do you like it?" Qin Mo said with a smile.
Liu Xiaoli nodded vigorously. "I like it very much. This is the happiest moment for me today. Brother, thank you. I like it so much that I'm really crazy about it!"
Liu Xiaoli was already so happy that she was a bit incoherent.
Qin Mo smiled. If it weren't for Long Jun being so aggressive and bullying Xu Yan, he wouldn't have acted.
Not far away, Long Jun, hearing Liu Xiaoli's gratitude to Qin Mo, clenched his fist tightly. Looking at Qin Mo, there was already a murderous intent in his eyes. Liu Qiang helplessly patted Long Jun on the shoulder and told Long Jun to endure. Today, they really lost completely.
Liu Xiaoli had never shown such a happy smile to Long Jun before - which made him jealous.
"Excuse me, can I get such a dress? I can pay any price." Smith immediately ran to Qin Mo and looked at Qin Mo expectantly.
Qin Mo looked at him and refused faintly. "I only do clothing painting once a month."
Why can their foreign designers come to Huaxia and seek fame and reputation? And think they are so great. Oh, sorry, in my eyes, you are nothing.
You seek fame and reputation. I am even more so than you.
Smith stood there awkwardly, obviously realizing that Qin Mo's tone was the same as the tone he had used to refuse Liu Xiaoli before.
All the guests secretly cheered. Qin Mo's refusal this time was really inspiring for the Chinese people.
At the end of the banquet, when leaving, Xu Yan walked up to Qin Mo with her head down and said thank you awkwardly. Qin Mo smiled faintly and shook his head. She is Aunt Jiang's daughter. For both emotional and rational reasons, he had to help her.
Seeing Xu Yan getting close to Qin Mo, jealousy burned in Liu Qiang's eyes. When a group of people were leaving the lobby of Tianfu Hotel, Liu Qiang suddenly pointed to a painting in the lobby.
"Qin Mo, I admit that your painting is good. But can you compare with the owner of this painting?"
Liu Qiang's shout attracted everyone to look over. In the lobby of Tianfu Hotel, there hung a natural ink painting without a signature. The skill of this painting was indeed much stronger than just using red wine.
Liu Qiang knew something about painting after all. His grandfather was a generation of painter.
Liu Xiaoli had completely become Qin Mo's die-hard fan and shouted unconvinced, "Brother Qin Mo will definitely be able to paint such a painting one day!"
"Sorry. That painting was painted by me." Qin Mo smiled wryly and stroked his forehead.