Chapter 835: London

London, the fashion capital of the past, still maintains its former glory under the baptism of gunfire.

Boutiques, fashion and beauty stores and department stores are open as usual, and Piccadilly Circus in London's West End is the busiest place when night falls.

The licensed wandering warblers were wearing trench coats and standing on the side of the street with their thighs bare, waiting for patronizing soldiers or cash-strapped officers to patronize.

When someone stops in front of them, the girls will take out a match and light it, so that the other person can see their appearance clearly, and then take a photo.

After seeing the girl's appearance and figure clearly, if the two parties are satisfied, they will reach a deal, usually at a price of 3 pounds.

The 'office' location is near where Liuying is standing, and I can get things done quickly under the cover of the coat.

The soldiers vented their desires and the tension and fear brought about by the battlefield, and the girls also relied on "hard work" to get ideal rewards.

But after dawn, Piccadilly Circus is another scene, which is an important place for fashion models and photographers to take pictures.

Before dawn in the morning, cleaners will appear on the square early, because they want to clean up the small umbrellas all over the floor before the fashionable and elegant girls appear.

On this day, Dior's designers and photographers came to the clean square one after another, leading a group of fashionably dressed Yingying Yanyan.

"The air in London is getting worse and worse." Smelling the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, Pierye waved his hand in front of his face, and a "girly look" came over his face.

But in this era, the word 'mother' can't be used on a man, he is just a little introverted and weak.

In this era, it is not uncommon to describe men as weak, masculine and so-called healthy wheaten colors only became popular in the second half of the year.

"What's the theme today?" Pierre is no small character.

As the most important assistant to Christian Dior and Elsa Schiaparelli, he is only below them in the design team.

"Anti-Japanese war," said the assistant.

"Oh yes, the Anti-Japanese War...unyielding, tenacity, optimism and the confidence to never give up fighting back." Pierre's eyes lit up immediately.

He only acts like a man when it comes to design...

No, more like a fighter or a shining star.

"Let's start!" Following Pierre's words, the scene immediately moved, setting up the background, changing costumes, movements, tone, and shooting to create a perfect state.

"Who's that?" Pierre asked, pointing to the scene being filmed.

"Model... our most famous gold medal model." The assistant looked at Pierye cautiously, and he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

"Yes, yes, of course I know...Jessie, the hottest fashion girl in London...that's all she can do...coquettish?"

Pierye flicked his fingers with a face full of disgust, as if he was evaluating a warbler, and made the people around him move away pretending to be inadvertent.

Jesse, everyone knows that she is a fashion model for fun. In fact, she is the spokesperson sent by the big boss to London, and she is also a favored little wild cat.

What's more, she is also a shareholder of luxury brands such as Tiffany, Chanel, Van Cleef & Arpels, and of course Schiaparelli Dior.

"Hello, Pierre..." After the filming ended, Jesse was going to leave directly, but after seeing Pierre on the scene, he decided to come to say hello.

Jesse is very fond of the army green dress he designed this winter.

"Hmm, it's beautiful..." Pierre pointed to the clothes on her body and said, "It's really a masterpiece of God. I want to ask Elsa how she came up with it."

Pierre is talking about the latest pencil pants she wears in autumn and winter. Elsa Schiaparelli always gives amazing designs.

"Thank you...I think I should go." Seeing the contempt and impatience in the other party's eyes, Jesse pointed not far away.

Looking back, everyone found the vehicles parked by the side of the road,

And the man by the door, if you read correctly, that should be their big boss.

"Boss..." Sitting in the car, Jesse, who hadn't seen him for a long time, was a little nervous. She had almost forgotten the feeling of facing a man and being intimate.

"It looks like you're doing well, what happened just now?" Li Zitao put his arms around her waist, letting her gradually relax and adapt.

"Pierre, a very talented designer from Italy." Jessie said in a relaxed tone, and Li Zitao's non-rush attitude relieved her tension very well.

"Well...I saw his attitude towards you." Li Zitao's tone was a bit unkind.

A talented and very proud designer, this is his first impression of Pierre, which is very bad.

There is no shortage of talented people in this world, and most of them cannot reach the peak unless they get the operation and support of capital.

It's like the difference between Picasso and Van Gogh, not to mention that not everyone can become the second Van Gogh.

"He can create value for the company, that's enough...Elsa and Christine will be very happy to know you come." Jesse put her head on his shoulder and smiled sweetly.

She is acting more and more like a qualified capitalist, and she believes that on the day when Pierre can't show his value, he will be thrown out of the company without mercy.

Generally speaking, Li Zitao did the same, but today was an exception. He hated seeing his woman wronged or hurt very much.

So when he met Elsa at the company, Li Zitao mentioned this incident by the way; "Pierye, I think he is more suitable to design some practical things, such as promotional items for shopping malls or grandma series."

"Pierre is an excellent designer, his work has received a lot of attention, people like his novel..."

Elsa didn't know what went wrong yet, but there was no doubt that Pierje had offended the big boss.

She could only try to redeem her, but before she finished speaking, Li Zitao raised his hand to interrupt her who wanted to continue talking.

"Elsa, I read every issue of Dior, Playboy, those are your ideas, I like them, people like them...

Your opinion is the most important, just like a big ship, if it cannot have a qualified captain, it will sink in the sea sooner or later. "

Hearing the affirmative and direct attitude of the big boss, Elsa was still a little uncomfortable.

In the eyes of others, she is like a paranoid female devil, a fashion vane, but who can know her dedication and pressure.

If you give all her current achievements to another person, she will definitely accept it, but if you give her the pressure, I'm afraid...

'Except for herself, no one else in this world understands what she is thinking and what she is going to do! '