Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

Milia Hoffman stood at the entrance of the East Hall of the Canton Fair, looking at a promotional poster with the "Angel" clothing logo on it, and couldn't help but walk closer out of curiosity.

The promotional image features a white model wearing a sexy lingerie set with a very daring design. However, what attracted Miriam Hoffman the most was not the lingerie itself, but the mysterious embroidery on the set in the promotional image.

Miria Hoffman, from Paris, France, is a well-known commentator in the Parisian fashion scene. She stared at the lingerie in the advertisement for a long time, unable to move, completely captivated.

Looking down at the company's name again, "Angel" Clothing Company, Milia realized that it was actually a company from Tuocheng, China.

Milia couldn't believe that a Chinese clothing company could design such avant-garde and daring designs. With curiosity, she looked away from the promotional poster and stepped into the East Hall.

The first people they encountered were two welcoming "models" standing at the entrance of the venue. They should be models, but Milia wasn't sure, because in conservative China at that time, there were no real professional runway models.

The two "models" are not standing in a very standard way, which makes their sleeveless silk dresses look somewhat dull. However, the embroidery on the dresses still shines brightly despite their less-than-ideal posture.

As soon as she entered, she was given a small surprise, and Milia Hoffman's eyes lit up. Watching the two Chinese "models" trying their best to smile, Milia raised an eyebrow, wanting to correct their posture, but unfortunately, she couldn't communicate with them because of the language barrier and her translator was away with her husband. She could only continue walking inside helplessly.

Upon entering the East Hall, Milia did not see the crowded booths and shelves piled high with samples she had imagined. Instead, she was greeted by a vast white space with light gray floors, white walls, and warm yellow lighting, as soft as the afternoon sun.

This was unlike anything Huaxia Company could produce at the moment. Milia felt as if she were on a fashion runway on the Champs-Élysées in Paris; it was all too avant-garde.

Dozens of colorful garments floated in the air—no, to be precise, hung on transparent frames. Lights shone from different angles, making the embroidery, sequins, and silk appear to flow.

This atmosphere could only be created by a top designer. This "Angel" clothing company must have a master guiding them. Milia couldn't wait to know which top European designer they had invited. Perhaps today she could also write a good article that could be published in the "Fashion Trend" magazine in this conservative country of China.

This clothing company is very good at using lighting effects to showcase the colors and styles of their different garments. Milia was drawn to a dark green cheongsam in front of her, with a soaring golden phoenix embroidered on the satin, running from the back of the cheongsam all the way to the front.

Milia couldn't help but want to get closer. As she looked at the embroidery techniques, her eyes widened in surprise. It was almost identical to the exhibits she had seen in the museum in the city a week ago.

Oh my god!

Milia gasped in disbelief. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but the embroidery on the cheongsam in front of her seemed even more exquisite than the exhibits in the museum. The lines were smoother, and the color scheme was bolder, more open and unconventional than traditional.

Do you like it?

Milia heard a woman speaking softly in English beside her. She turned around abruptly and saw that the woman was wearing a white dress. The upper part of the dress was plain, but the hem was embroidered with colorful birds and flowers. The beauty of the flowers was unmatched.

The woman's chestnut hair was styled into a bun, secured with a hairpin that Milia had seen in the museum. The hairpin was shaped like a plum blossom, adorned with red gemstones and studded with small diamonds, sparkling brilliantly under the lights.

Milia replied to the woman in front of her in French, "It's very beautiful. May I take this one off now?"

Zhang Yi smiled and shook her head, replying in standard French, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, madam. This piece is not only an exhibit from our Angel Company, but also a masterpiece by our chief embroidery master, Ms. Cao Xiu'e. It's not for sale, madam!"

Milia paused for a moment, but then smiled. Zhang Yi's words had successfully aroused her possessiveness. The masterpiece of the embroidery master meant that it was the only finished product in the world. If she could get her hands on it and wear it to a fashion event in Paris, she would be the most stunning woman there, outshining all others. But spring had arrived.

Milia reached out her hand, indicating that she could touch it. After receiving a nod of approval from Zhang Yi, Milia gently touched the silky smooth surface of the fabric, marveling that such a smooth fabric was the best material to showcase a woman's graceful figure.

She touched the lining of the cheongsam and found that the embroidered parts were not messy, unlike some computer embroidery nowadays, which has a smooth surface but a messy interior.

This one, as Milia touched it, had a smooth surface and the same lining. Wearing it meant there wouldn't be any loose threads that would irritate or irritate her skin. Milia couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly the craftsmanship of a master!"

Putting everything else aside, the embroidery technique alone makes this piece an absolute masterpiece. Milia looked at Zhang Yi and asked again in a pleading tone, "Really, can't you give it to me? I love it so much!"

"Excuse me, madam, this one was also borrowed from the embroidery master Ms. Cao for display. You can take a look at this one," Zhang Yi said, lifting her leg to introduce another strapless evening gown to Milia. "This one is also a masterpiece by Ms. Cao."

Milia looked at the evening gown. The entire gown was embroidered with fine silver threads in a wave-like pattern. Under the lights, it looked like moonlight shining on water. Milia couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" and covered her wide-open mouth to avoid looking ignorant.

"Is this also not for sale?"

"No, this one is for sale," Zhang Yi said, walking to the evening gown and pulling out the tag from the lining. It bore Cao Xiu'e's autograph and the handwritten number "One." Milia couldn't help but ask, "How much would it cost if I wanted this one?"

Zhang Yi held up two fingers. "This is Ms. Cao's masterpiece. Every garment made by Ms. Cao comes with her autograph and handwritten number as proof. This one is priced at two thousand US dollars, ma'am!"

"hiss!"