Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 478 is absolutely awesome!
B is a recognized "social butterfly" in Chinese socialite circles. Whether they are genuine wealthy women or socialites cultivated by Sister Ami, they all acknowledge her as their senior.

She didn't need to wear a mask to hide her identity at all. Firstly, she was too old to "fraud" in such a setting, pretending to be a girl to disgust the wealthy men attending the ball.

Secondly, she has always been able to freely enter and exit various high-end social occasions.

It's no exaggeration to say that in a place like Shanghai, the atmosphere of any social occasion is completely different when she's there.

She is the one who started the "socialite networking" industry chain.

Later, she moved onto the international stage and lived a real socialite life, so she let Ami do it.

They themselves do not profit from it.

They completely broke away from that business.

She happened to be recuperating in Shanghai during this time, and Ami invited her to a dance party, so she came over for a visit.

She loves to dance.

Upon entering the lobby, I habitually glanced around at the surroundings and the people.

With piercing eyes, he was immediately drawn to the Suzhou embroidery on Jiang Beicheng's body.

Suzhou embroidery, as the foremost of China's four major embroidery styles, is deeply loved by wealthy women in the Jiangnan region.

She has a very deep understanding of these intangible cultural heritage skills and traditional culture in China.

The Suzhou embroidery on Jiang Beicheng's clothes is the same technique used to make imperial dragon robes during the Qing Dynasty.

It's normal that most people can't tell the difference.

She felt sorry for these girls who longed to marry into wealthy families.

Such a talented young man, yet no one noticed.

After the dance, Mrs. B and Jiang Beicheng expressed their gratitude.

There was warm applause.

"It was an honor to dance with you. Have a good time," Mrs. B said with a smile.

Jiang Beicheng nodded. He sensed a sense of dignity and elegance in this silver-haired old woman, somewhat like his first wife Haitangxi's mother.

But Aunt Zhou didn't have that same spirit.

They don't have her social skills either.

It makes people feel very comfortable around it.

After the dance ended, Jiang Beicheng clearly felt that more eyes were being looked at him.

Especially the female guests who were wearing masks.

Some of them were even chatting with other men, but their eyes were still looking in his direction.

It was clearly not because his dance moves were particularly captivating that he attracted the female guests present.

Rather, the silver-haired old lady from earlier was someone of extraordinary background.

Jiang Beicheng watched the old lady's actions. She walked towards Sister Ami's booth, smiling, and politely greeted the guests passing by.

Ami immediately got up to greet her and reached out to help her up the steps to the booth.

Ye Xiaohui, who was hailed as "Shanghai's No. 1 kindergarten teacher," behaved like a primary school student, standing obediently to the side, waiting for Mrs. B to sit down.

When Mrs. B sat down, she turned to look at Jiang Beicheng, picked up the champagne on the coffee table, and toasted him.

Jiang Beicheng leaned against the bar, picked up the Godfather liquor he had just brewed, and toasted Mrs. B in return.

This action left Ye Xiaohui speechless once again.

This was no longer just catching the eye of the grandmaster; it was a sign that the grandmaster had shown the young man the utmost respect.

Could it be that Grandmaster knows who he is?
Ye Xiaohui felt a little nervous.

Ami asked curiously, "Your older sister's old friend?"

Mr. B shook his head and smiled.

He looked at Ye Xiaohui, who was still standing beside him, and said, "Please sit down."

Ye Xiaohui bowed politely and sat down on the sofa.

Mrs. B then asked Sister Ami, "Is she your prized student of the past two years?"

Ami could sense that B was somewhat disappointed, but she knew she couldn't compare to her teacher's abilities. As for that young man, all she could tell was that he was a Bugatti owner and a fashion enthusiast; she couldn't discern anything else.

He readily admitted his shortcomings and continued, "Xiaohui is excellent and intelligent..."

Before the words of praise could be finished, Mrs. B had already shaken her head.

He raised his glass to clink glasses with Ye Xiaohui, who quickly raised her glass in return.

B said, "In this line of work, living in your own world is a major taboo."

Red wine and coffee, Broadway shows, ballroom dancing, jewelry and luxury goods... You need to understand Western things, and you can even understand them in depth, but you can't become obsessed with them. Otherwise, you'll think that's all about style, that's all about high society.

Hunting with such a narrow perspective, especially on this land, yields drastically reduced profits.

Ye Xiaohui listened attentively to her master's teachings.

Sister Ami also followed suit, but she didn't dare to say such things.

Only B in this circle has the confidence to see through your methods and figure out how much you can gain.

B joked, "If there were a man wearing cloth shoes and carrying a folding fan here tonight, would you guess that he's Jack Ma?"

A joke left Ye Xiaohui completely dumbfounded.

The implication was that the young man she had just looked down on was actually a very capable person.

Otherwise, the grandmaster wouldn't have used Jack Ma wearing cloth shoes as a joke or metaphor.

B said, "Big shots play by the rules of society."

If you're in Shanghai, you need to understand the rules of Shanghai's high society.

Understand the social rules in the country.

After speaking, he looked at Jiang Beicheng again and asked Ye Xiaohui, "Can you tell which traditional technique was used to make that shirt he's wearing?"

Ye Xiaohui was stunned.

Even Sister Ami frowned.

This bold fashion style is full of Western influences.

I never would have imagined that they used traditional Chinese techniques!
B Tai said: "The most intricate technique in Suzhou embroidery is seed stitch embroidery."

"Suzhou embroidery?" Ami asked in surprise.

Ye Xiaohui was utterly astonished.

Traditional Suzhou embroidery often features flowers, birds, and landscapes.

Using the seed stitch technique of Suzhou embroidery to embroider a graffiti style reminiscent of Western surrealism on a shirt—this idea is incredibly ahead of its time.

"Teacher, what is seed embroidery?" Ye Xiaohui asked humbly, surprised.

Sister Ami said, "The peak of Suzhou embroidery was during the Qing Dynasty, when it was highly favored by the imperial court."

The embroidery on royal clothing mainly used seed stitch, and even the dragon robes of several emperors adopted this technique.

The embroiderer threaded the needle, tied knots, and then embroidered.

This craft is extremely time-consuming; achieving the neatness and color saturation of the shirt worn by that young man takes as long as embroidering a dragon robe.

If the teacher hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have dared to even think about it that way.

Ye Xiaohui's eyes were glazed over.

Mr. B said, "I saw this shirt at New York Fashion Week."

It is an artwork created by Dior in order to integrate into the Greater China market.

It is a hallmark of a localization strategy.

It is an attitude expressed to the Chinese community, and it can also be said to be expressed to the great Eastern power.

This artwork was created by more than 30 embroiderers and took two months to complete by hand.

It has profound symbolic significance.

Its value is self-evident.

The market price is 310 million.

Ye Xiaohui's eyes widened, her red lips parted slightly, and she was too shocked to speak.

He only swallowed a few times.

Ms. B continued, "Although the market price is 310 million, it has not been put on the market for sale."

This is the only one of its kind in the world.

Therefore, it can be concluded that it was a gift from Dior to this young man.

In the eyes of Dior's top management, he could build a bridge for cultural exchange between Western fashion and our country's traditional culture.

In the eyes of the leaders, this young man could also serve as an ambassador for promoting traditional culture.

B already knew who it was.

But Ye Xiaohui's mind was completely blank at this moment, with only one thought in her mind: she was too awesome to have missed this young man.

(End of this chapter)