Qin Yan sat on the sofa, crossing his legs, looking leisurely and contented.

Liu Nan was uneasy. As soon as his butt was touched on the sofa, he thought of standing up again. In front of so many people, he felt that doing this was too radical and he felt very resistant.

"Sit down!"

Qin Yan reached out and hugged Liu Nan in his arms.

He said lightly: "Sister Nan, some people cannot be spoiled. Today I will help you with anger."

Liu Nan struggled for a while, without leaving Qin Yan's arms. In an instant, his heart was as bright as a deer, his face turned red, and his heart was filled with mixed flavors, sour, sweet, and bitter.

This is the first man who hugged her, with her arms so strong and her chest so warm. How great it would be if it could last for a lifetime!

Xiaoyan!

Only you don’t dislike me, praise me for being beautiful, think about me, help me stand up and share the burden for me.

Except for you, Sister Nan will not trust any man and will never get married in this life. She just hopes to help you silently by your side and our mother.

Liu Nan touched his face and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Hmph, what a big tone!"

When Mr. Zhang saw someone not giving face, he stared at him and said, "Little brother, I would like to advise you that it is best not to be too arrogant, otherwise you will offend some people, and you will be the one who is unlucky."

The words fell.

Everyone else surrounded them, and Zhang Zehui spoke, giving them confidence.

"Boy, are you going to get out?"

"You are not welcome here, so I'm out right away."

"You stay here, don't you want to learn design secretly, right?"

...

"I'm learning secretly?"

Qin Yan let go of Liu Nan, pointed to the surrounding walls, and said word by word: "In my eyes, you clothing designs are all garbage goods and are not attracted by them at all. As for the old man named Zhang, he looks a bit fussy, but he just doesn't know how strong he is. If he doesn't reach the level, don't take it out and show off his ugly appearance."

What's the thing?

Is this crazy?

Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a person before. They said nothing and were simply shameless.

"Boy, you mock us for being fine. At most, you can be a joke, but you dare to provoke Mr. Zhang. Haha, you don't think about how much you deserve, and you're worth it?" Several designers couldn't stand it and wanted to roll up their sleeves to drive them away.

"Slow down!"

Old Zhang narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Little kid, don't be fooled with me. I just want to anger me and let me keep you? Well, I followed your wishes today and let you see what the real design is."

After saying that, he waved his hand and the two apprentices opened the toolbox, which were filled with tools such as scissors, measuring rulers, needlework and thread.

Several designers rushed forward, freed up the table, and found various fabrics and other equipment.

"Hmph, you all retreat aside and can watch it, but you can't take photos or videos."

Zhang Zehui's tone was cold, and he ordered everyone, and then he looked at Dong Zhanguo Road: "What do you want to design?"

Dong Zhanguo hesitated and pointed to Fan Xue beside him and said, "Old Zhang, help my girlfriend design a long skirt. She is going to attend the jewelry exhibition tonight."

Old Zhang nodded, chose a piece of white gauze, placed it flat on the table, and gently stretched it out. As for his two apprentices, they took the measuring ruler and walked to Fan Xue, began to measure the size for her, and made detailed records.

Fan Xue looked happy and looked at Liu Nan and said, "Did you see, my young master love me? As for you, an ugly woman, just find a boyfriend younger than you, and you are not polite and don't leave. Haha, you are just asking for trouble. When Mr. Zhang designed the clothes, you two can only envy them."

While she was talking, the two apprentices measured the size and handed the information to Mr. Zhang.

Old Zhang glanced at it, nodded confidently, holding scissors in one hand and ruler in the other, constantly cutting on the white tulle.

Several designers held their breath and watched with all their attention, fearing that they would miss the most exciting part.

One hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

The elder breathed a sigh of relief and planned to take a break for a while.

Several designers presented tea and praised it.

"I am a master of design. The whole process is smooth and there is no place to stop."

"That's of course. Mr. Zhang had already understood the process before cutting it."

"The master is the master. Alas, we still have a long way to go!"

...

Mr. Zhang smiled, took a sip of tea, and said, "You guys have all the qualifications. What's worse is experience. If you have time to go abroad and learn about the clothing characteristics of various countries. The long skirt I designed this time accommodates Western elements and Chinese Hanfu. If it is really better than the design, our China is far worse than other countries."

Puff!

As soon as Mr. Zhang finished speaking, Qin Yan laughed.

"Kid, what you mean is that you have different opinions?" Old Zhang narrowed his eyes and looked over.

Qin Yan shook his head and said, "Of course, I naturally have different opinions when you belittle Huaxia's design."

When the others heard this, their faces stern, but they didn't expect Qin Yan to refute in person.

Mr. Zhang gave the teacup, walked to Qin Yan, and asked, "Hmph, I have traveled to dozens of countries in the past forty years to study the clothing design of each country. Among them, our China is behind. This is an undisputed fact. Take the last Grand Prix as an example. Our Chinese designers were wiped out. Let's not talk about winning the award, and they were not even shortlisted."

Dong Zhanguo couldn't stand it anymore and pointed at Qin Yan and said, "Boy, don't talk sarcastic when you have the ability. If you don't agree, you can design one, so let's open your eyes."

"Yes, it's a mule or a horse, let's pull it out."

"If you say something accurate, don't be timid."

"Don't be too embarrassed in front of your girlfriend!"

...

The others followed suit and Qin Yan became the target of attack, and he was very stunning to refuse.

Liu Nan's face turned red and said that she was Qin Yan's girlfriend. She felt a little complicated. She wanted to explain, but seeing that Qin Yan did not object, she pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Qin Yan looked around and smiled slowly.

He was waiting for this sentence and said loudly: "No problem, it's not too late for me to take action when Old Man Zhang designed it."

Have you agreed?

The others were stunned. Although they were forcing Qin Yan, they really didn't expect Qin Yan to be so happy.

"Hmph, overestimate one's own abilities."

Mr. Zhang said something and returned to the table. In less than twenty minutes, the final process was completed.

He waved, and the two apprentices walked over and spread the designed clothes. They saw a long white tulle skirt presented in front of everyone. The hem of the skirt was like waves, slowly unfolding, with novel styles and generous styles. It not only had the aristocratic temperament of the West, but also the ancient Chinese palace characteristics. The perfect combination of the two can be regarded as a work of art.

"Beautiful, so beautiful!"

"It's so beautiful. Looking at the lines of the long skirt and the tailoring position, the details are almost at the extreme."

"It's worthy of being Mr. Zhang. It took only more than three hours to complete such a classic work. It's so amazing and convinced. The designers are so sorry."

...

Except for Qin Yan and Liu Nan, everyone else kept praising him.

Especially Fan Xue, who snuggled in Dong Zhanguo's arms, whispered: "Thank you, my dear, tonight, I promise you tonight, you can do whatever you want."

Dong Zhanguo was excited. He had just had a few days of getting along with Fan Xue, but he didn't expect to succeed so soon.

Zhang Zehui turned around and looked at Qin Yan and said, "Little boy, what about my clothes?"

"On average!"

Qin Yan walked forward and said with a slight comment: "You seem to be clever in collecting the characteristics of China and the West, but it is also the failure of this long skirt. Little did you know that our Chinese clothes are the masters, and no one can match them all in the world."

When Zhang Zehui heard this, his whole body trembled with anger.

"Fart!" He pointed at Qin Yan and said, "Have you seen ancient Hanfu? Have you seen Western pleated long skirts? Have you seen linen shirts from the sea archipelago? Haha, since you have seen them, what qualifications do you have to preach to me?"

Zhang Zehui was obviously really angry, and kept roaring at Qin Yan, pointing to the designed white dress and said, "I can tell you righteously that this is art."

Art?

Qin Yan's eyes tightened and he said calmly: "The art I understand is not a garbage item like you."
Chapter completed!