Daniel happily agreed. When he thought that some of the details of the clothing were negligible work, and it could be completed in about one night with his own ability. However, the development of the matter was beyond his expectations. When the three consecutive drafts of the design text were sent to Mr. Clark Chad's desk, the other party voted back!

This time Daniel was a little panicked: according to the contract, if he could not complete the production of clothing within the agreed time limit, he would not only not be able to obtain profits, but also compensate others for their losses! And he personally could not afford such a loss no matter what!

Thinking of this, sweat broke out from the middle-aged man's forehead and he took out his handkerchief and wiped it: "Ms. Yugong..."

Iko Yumiya did not look at him, but turned her head to Henry and Carl: "Mr. Henry, Mr. Carl, what do you think?"

Carl hesitated for a moment: "Ms. Aiguchi, do you think the other party intentionally makes things difficult for Danny's design? If this is the case, the development of things will be very bad!"

"Mr. Henry, what do you think?"

"I don't think the other party is trying to make things difficult!" Henry said slowly: "Mr. Chad is my friend and a very good person. Judging from the friendship between me and him, he doesn't seem to be like this guy. Moreover, even if Mr. Chad intentionally makes things difficult, there are Macy's and Woodbury direct sales factories that can ease the situation, but now three stores are not satisfied with Mr. Dadario's design. I think this is..."

Daniel was about to start, and Arimiya Izuko spoke out: "Mr. Dadario?"

The man had to maintain a minimum politeness: "Yes, ma'am?"

"Can you bring your design drawings? Please ask Mr. Schmidt and Mr. Hayes...you professionals, for some research? After all, we don't have a lot of time to waste."

"Well, okay. I'll get it."

The drawings were quickly taken. There was a drawing board stand specially used for placement in Yugong Jingzi's office. The paintings were placed one by one, and several people watched them carefully.

Yumiya Jingzi didn't understand. She was completely a layman in this kind of clothing design. Looking at the colorful pictures of the painting, she felt satisfied: "Mr. Schmidt, can't such a design be passed? But why does it seem like... there is no problem in my opinion?"

Several people knew that she didn't understand very much, but they couldn't explain it to her in a few words: "Well, ma'am, did the other party mention specific questions on the phone?"

"No!" Yumiya recalled the phone call he had just answered: "Well, no. I remember very clearly that Mr. Chad just thought the modification and design of the clothing could not meet their requirements. Sorry, if you or someone else were here at that time."

Even on such a completely formal occasion, several men still felt a sense of heartbeat for her cowardice: Japanese women really have completely different feelings and tastes of Westerners that they are used to seeing! The men were also lost for a moment, and quickly calmed down and focused their attention on the film.

Daniel couldn't find out where his work was wrong? Or was it a question of being rejected three times in a row? Or has my abilities become so deteriorated? I took a peek at Ayumiya Iko sitting on the side. It was obvious that I was afraid I wouldn't get any help from her. So what about the other two designers?

Carl held his cheek and thought for a while, and already knew about what his problem was: "Danny, have you ever thought that three companies have always rejected your works in a row? This can only be a problem with your works? Sorry, I have no intention of offending."

Daniel glared at him with annoyance: "Thank you, Mr. Schmidt."

Carl didn't care: "When I first became a design book signed by the company, Mr. Ike once told me that the most important principle of designing any clothing is to use simplicity as beauty!"

"Simple? Are you saying my design is too complicated?"

"It's probably like that. Mr. Ike told me that if you don't count shoes and handbags or shoulder bags, you can't have more than 4 pieces of clothing on a person's body! But now, have you paid attention to it? Along with a scarf, a belt, and the outermost coat and ribbon, the design drawings..."

"……………” Daniel looked at Henry in surprise. Like Carl, he nodded silently. Obviously, he also had the same understanding. This time Daniel had no choice: if Carl was the only one, he could blame him for the difference in design concepts between himself and Carl, but both of them had the same feeling? Does that mean that this is indeed his own problem?

Is this a clothing specially designed to fire the first shot at Ike? Is there such a problem? For a moment, he was a little lost: "Danny? Mr. Daniel?"

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Daniel stood up, took his own picture book, walked out of the office with no energy, and even forgot to say hello to Ayumiya Jingko.

Several people in the office looked at each other helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Madam, has Mr. Ike been back recently?"

"No." When he mentioned this, Yumiya Jingzi also looked worried: "When he left, he explained to me that he would prepare the specific handling of the fashion conferences at the end of September and early October, and would make some detailed modifications when he came back, but he never replied..."

"Dudu!Dudu!" The phone on the table rang, she stopped talking and picked it up: "Hey, I am Yumiya Jingko. Hey? Mr. Benjamin? Yes, we are now working at Rockefeller Center, on the 14th floor, yes. Haven't you been here before? Well, see you later."

After putting down the phone, Yumiya Jingzi smiled and said, "It's Mr. Benjamin, I seem to be coming to discuss some things with us."

"Mr. Wise Benjamin of "vogue"?"

"Yes. Why, Henry knows him?"

The man who had been here burst out laughing: "Mr. Henry turned out to be a member of the editorial department of Mr. Benjamin's theme version of "vogue". What do you think?"

"Ah!" Yumiya Iko stood up indifferently: "I'm sorry! I'm really rude!"

The two of them smiled at the same time.

Mr. Benjamin was behind, Grace was in front, and the two followed Grace's assistant David and walked into Ayumiya Iko's office. The latter did not expect that Grace was also a guest today, so he quickly stood up: "Miss Kelly. Mr. Benjamin."

Benjamin knew that Arimiya Iko was Japanese and was not used to Western-style kissing or veneering gifts, so he had to shake hands with her: "I'm glad to see you, Ms. Arimiya."

"I am also very happy to see you, Mr. Benjamin, Miss Kelly." Yumiya Iko bowed respectfully and said, "Please sit down."

"thank you."

When meeting Japanese people, especially with a Japanese woman, even Americans should respect the other party's living habits as much as possible. At least, they should not ask the other party to act according to the habits and code of conduct of their own country. This is basic politeness, and this is even more so for Mr. Benjamin. Sitting upright on the sofa as a Japanese person, his face is also serious, which makes people think he has something very important to unfold!

"I haven't heard from Mr. Ike for a long time. Since the last magazine interviewed Mr. Ike, the market effect has been very fierce. Perhaps for many readers, knowing and understanding the story behind the Japanese who live in the United States and the story behind such successful Japanese is the original meaning of the magazine, right?"

Yumiya Jingko bowed deeply behind her desk: "Thank you very much! Mr. Benjamin, the president of our company, is also grateful for your personal concern for him."

"Mr. President?" Several people smiled: "Is this a way of addressing that we don't know? Shouldn't it be called Mr. Designer or Mr. Manager?"

"In fact, when I was in Japan, I always called him the president." Aimiya explained with a smile.

"Then..." Grace put on the topic: "Is Mr. Ike not here now?"

"Hey? You don't know?"

"What do you know?"

"Xiao Aijun has gone back to Japan. She has been away for a long time!"

"Ah?" Grace was disappointed: "Why... have you suddenly returned to Japan?"

"Hi Yi!" Yumiya nodded with a smile: "There was suddenly something that Xiao Ai Jun had to deal with in Japan, so he went back."

Grace was in a state of dismay, her face turned gloomy: "So, do you know when he will come back?"

"I'm sorry, I never care about Mr. President's affairs. The important thing for me is to complete the tasks he assigned, that's all."

"I understand! Thank you for your explanation."

Benjamin regretfully glanced at Grace sitting on the side. As a veteran, he probably knew the girl's mental activity. At this time, he was not easy to persuade him. He just turned his head to look at Henry Hayes sitting on the side: "Henry, is his work at Ike Company still going well?"

"Yes, sir, it went smoothly." Henry nodded: "Although I haven't been able to have more contact with Mr. Ike, I can still learn a lot of new things from the work between colleagues."

"That's good." Benjamin was about to say something, but the office door was pushed open from outside: "Ms. Aiguchi?"

"Yes?"

"There is a letter from you, written by a man named Mr. Ike."

"Ah! Bring it in for me?"

Yumiya reached out to grab the envelope, but the cover was not Ai Fei's handwriting. She marked the name of the recipient and the sender's name in a very smooth English writing style. She was a little hesitant: Is this a letter sent by Ai Jun from Japan?

I feel relieved when I open it this time. Unlike the envelope, the contents are all in Japanese, and no one present can understand them. Yumiya wanted to put the letter back to the hotel and carefully looked at the expectant gazes of the few people around him, and changed his mind again: "If you all want to hear the contents of Ai Jun's letter, please wait."

“Eh?”

"I always have to consider how to explain English so that I can tell you!"
Chapter completed!