Ai Fei does not understand the specific work of model training. The little advice he can give is entirely derived from some very limited film and television materials seen in later generations. Moreover, it is still very superficial and superficial things. More importantly, with the progress of time and the development of the modeling industry, the things he can master have long fallen behind others. Americans do have a set of things in this regard. Not only is the training content more systematic and specific, but they are also more proficient in the use of models. The specific ones will be written later, and it will not be added here.

Hearing his order, Paston had to separate the crowd and walked out: "Good noon, Mr. Ike."

"Ah, you are here! I think you didn't come today." Ai Fei didn't know why. Although he told Monica that she would change jobs, he still felt unhappy when he saw her, and the topic of the conversation began to become full of sarcasm.

Paston's cheeks turned white and said nothing. He just stood in front of him and took a few breaths evenly. He performed a cat step in front of him and the sfbsp designed by Ai Fei for her; Ai Fei clapped his hands: "It's OK. Please gather together."

Everyone didn't know what he was going to do, so they gathered together: "Ladies and gentlemen, as the boss of the company, I have not been with everyone for the past few months. After I came back, I heard my assistant talk to me that many young people joined the company's modeling team, which was very gratifying. But after that, one thing my assistant said to me made me feel a little confused, that is, among many new models, there are many discordant voices, such as the hurt between each other, the exclusion, the contempt of the old people for the newcomers, etc."

"...I can't say how good a boss is, nor can I say that I am a very generous boss. What I can do and what I have done are for one reason: my respect for everyone, regardless of their race or their skin color, in my eyes, a Japanese can succeed in the United States. In addition to my efforts, it is this kind of inclusiveness from the hearts of the people. So, I hope that my colleagues and my staff can also learn to face their colleagues with a kind of respect and tolerance of others."

"...As for the reasons that cause many people to treat others with an imbalanced attitude, I think this is a manifestation of lack of confidence in themselves. I am very confused. Since when did Americans become so unconfident? Or do you think that the current model market is gradually forming, and new people can only achieve the goal of making a name for themselves through such disgraceful and even decent means? Instead of using their own sweat to make up for this innate defect?"

Ai Fei glanced at Gloria who was standing in the crowd: "...Many people know that Gloria is the only supermodel today, which has caused her great trouble. Countless people jealous of her, hate her, and hurt her verbally - although I didn't see her in person, I could imagine it. Do you think this name is just a gimmick? When I came in just now, she was the only one who continued this boring and monotonous walking and physical training during lunch break, right?"

There was silence in the crowd, only his voice echoed: "If. If someone among you wants to be someone like her, you have to make the same efforts to let me see your success, let the market accept you, and let the public accept you! And at that time, the supermodel's name will hit you like a ripe apple on the apple tree!"

Under the guidance of the crowd coach, he began to do a simple warm-up move. Ai Fei was in front and Paston was in the back, and the two left the training room: "I hope my words just now will be helpful to you."

"Thank you, sir."

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"Why, aren't you going to say something to me?"

Paston raised his head, his eyes gleaming: "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Ike, but I think it's time for me to change into a brand new environment."

"I..." Ai Fei smiled and stretched out his hand to her: "Then, I can only say good luck to you? Oh, by the way, don't give up your spirit, and don't forget to continue training."

"You... aren't even willing to speak out and try to keep me... once?"

"Miss Paston, I always think that if you use a piece of paper to leave another person in one place, or to another person's side is a very, very cruel thing, just as you Americans often say, "Man is born free," I will never force others to do anything. So, although I feel a little sorry for your departure, I will not stop it."

"…If you say something that makes you feel comfortable, the title of supermodel will definitely not be everywhere. In the future, you will be the only supermodel."

Paston barely clinked the corner of his mouth for his words: "Thank you, sir."

"Oh, there is one more thing. Your contract is until January next year. Before that, you still need to stay in the company. I think Memphis will not be able to wait for such a short time, right?"

Back at the door of the brand house again, Mr. Meghan stood outside the Mercedes-Benz, waiting for him. Seeing him coming, the other party immediately opened the door: "Sir?"

Ai Fei walked closer and looked at him up and down for a while. His hair had been cleaned, his little beard on his chin was shaved, and his suit was changed into a royal blue one: "Where did you buy the suit?"

"George Sting's clothing store." Meghan is always so careless, or is he unwilling to chat with Ai Fei at all, right?

"Well, it's very good." Ai Fei got into the car: "Let's go back."

The car was driving slowly. It was already rush hour in the afternoon. There were more cars on the road. Fortunately, Meghan had no choice but to choose from driving skills. Although the car was slow, it was extremely stable and could not feel any tremor.

"You don't like talking very much, do you?"

Megan glanced at him through the rearview mirror and nodded silently: "Or why I don't know anything else?"

"No, sir, I just don't like talking."

"I understand." Ai Fei smiled: "Then, tell me about your family?"

"..." Megan was so angry! Did I say it in vain? After looking through the rearview mirror, the young man was laughing secretly?! It was so hateful! But for a moment, he felt that this annoying Japanese seemed to have a bit of the unique talent of young people to play pranks.

The other party never spoke. Ai Fei was not willing to force it, so he began to talk to himself: "Do you know? My mother kept asking me to go on a blind date. Well, this is a way for Orientals to meet girls, probably like this..."

He was talking endlessly behind him. It was hard for Megan to not listen. He had to um from time to time, as if he had given him a pair of ears: "Oh, have Mr. Carl mentioned the salary to you?"

Unexpectedly, his topic would suddenly change. Meghan subconsciously ummed perfunctorily and was stunned for a moment: "Haha! I knew that you would definitely be in a daze!"

"Haha..." Megan couldn't help but smile, but immediately restrained: "Yes, sir, Mr. Carl talked to me."

"What about?"

"Well, the weekly salary is $90."

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Ai Fei held his cheek and thought for a while: "Mr. Megan, I have read your information. When you were going to get a haircut and shop, I... thought about it again. Is it because you really don't like to talk or because I am a Japanese that keeps you silent. I don't want to ask more questions, but what I want to tell you is that if you can, I am willing to maintain a good relationship with my colleagues. Of course, if they have any problems or difficulties, I am willing to help."

Megan still stopped talking, stopped the car and opened the door for him: "Sir, we're here."

Ai Fei walked out of the car: "I might be attending Fashion Week tonight, can you?"

“…”

“Is there any problem?”

"No, sir, there is no problem." Megan felt a little embarrassed. The other party said this, but if he asked for leave on the first day of formal work, it would be unreasonable, right?

"You really have no problem?"

"Yes, sir. There is no problem. Uh..." Megan suddenly stopped him again: "Sir, if possible, can I leave now? My wife... needs me to go home once for some reasons."

Ai Fei looked at his watch: "Is 2 hours enough?"

"Enough, enough!"

"It's 4:14 pm now, and I think I'll use a car at 6 o'clock, okay?"

"Of course, sir, of course."

Back at the office upstairs, before he could sit down, Carl and Izuko Yumiya walked in together: "Mr. Ike? Regarding the assistant and secretary, Ms. Yumiya will report to you. I came here because of working with Prada."

"Sit down and say."

"Yes, sir. The American branch of Prada Company attaches great importance to its cooperation with us. According to their explanation, Ike has become the most influential clothing brand among eastern American cities. With the combination of Prada and related products with Ike's products, it will surely create a broader prospect and market for the production and sales of the women's clothing market and its matching products. Therefore, in this cooperation, the other party proposed to fully support Ike's various products, and assist us in opening Ike's clothing brand stores in Washington, Philadelphia, Boston and other cities, and will also allow our clothing to enter the Prada's store for sale."

"What about us? What do we need to do?"

"In the next year, at all the fashion conferences of Ike Company, the models will have to carry a shoulder bag specially made by Prada for the company's models. After a year, Prada has the first priority to renew the contract with Ike Company."

"This matter..." Ai Fei thought for a moment: "Carl, you are responsible for it. If you find some specialized personnel to investigate the establishment of our specialized sales points in these cities, can our production capacity be achieved? And, what are the market expectations?"

"I've done research on all the above, sir." Carl smiled confidently: "I'll get the information you need in a while."

"What should I do if there is no Carl?" Ai Fei joked with a rare opportunity: "Okay, let's talk about this when the fashion week is over."

"If nothing else, I'll go out first."

As soon as Carl left, Ai Fei collapsed on the sofa as if he had no bones: "Jingzi, if you don't let me hug you, I really don't have the strength to do the following."

Yumiya Iko bowed to him with a very strange expression: "I'm sorry, sir."

"Sorry? Why do you say sorry?"

"I... Jingzi thought you were unwilling to talk to Jingzi again after you came back from Japan... I'm sorry!"

"Eh?" Ai Fei blinked: "Why do you think so? Or in your heart, I am the kind of... a bastard man?"

"I'm sorry! Xiao Aijun..." Yugong Jingzi was about to cry: "I actually doubt you!"

"I understand." Ai Fei nodded: "What did someone say in the company, right?" He suddenly stood up and walked to the door: "Hey, come out with me."

The two of them walked past the office area and came to Carl's office door. Ai Fei broke in without knocking on the door: "Carl?"

"What else is there to tell me? Sir?"

"When you returned home, how are you dealing with the matter now?"

"..." Carl seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that he would bring Yumiya Iko to ask this question. This should be a secret - just to give Ms. Yumiya a surprise. Why, why did he? "Uh, sir, I'm dealing with it. The nearest free time is on the 22nd of the month."

Ai Fei turned around and looked at Yugong: "Did you hear it? November 22nd, this is the day when I officially marry you!"

"ah?!"

Without even giving Carl a word, he took Yumiya's hand and returned to the office: "Yumi, listen!"

Since the two met, Ai Fei rarely talked to her like this very formally. Yugong stood straight: "Hi!"

"No matter what others say, think, or look at you with strange eyes, believe me, they are all jealous of you. A 37-year-old lady who married a 21-year-old man and was a relatively successful man was originally something that many people were jealous of. There was nothing, but if you doubt yourself for no reason, doubt me,..."

"I'm sorry, Xiao Aijun. Please forgive me, I...I can assure you that this is definitely the last time!"

"That's great." Ai Fei glared at her for a while: "To express my dissatisfaction, I will punish you tonight!
Chapter completed!