Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Jiang Mian also laughed.

"Then let them believe it."

Ken excitedly rubbed his hands together beside him.

"Alright, alright, the lights are about to dim, everyone get ready!"

The lights in the banquet hall gradually dimmed.

The guests, who had been whispering just moments before, quickly fell silent.

A spotlight instantly illuminated the door on the side of the stage.

The cameras in the press box were all pointed at that spot.

Ms. He sat up straight instinctively, her fingers gripping the invitation tightly.

Young Master Huang was even more exaggerated, leaning forward so much that his father almost pushed him back down.

Pierre stopped asking about the Oriental truffles.

He stared intently at the side door of the stage and whispered to Martin and Luc.

"This opening is very interesting."

Martin gripped the pen tightly in his hand.

"I have a feeling that something worth writing about will happen tonight."

Zhou Zhichang also picked up a pen.

He hadn't taken the clothing line seriously at first.

In his view, the real troublemakers today are Golden Thread Beauty Dew and Oriental Truffles.

But with the entire room so quiet, he had no choice but to look up.

The next second, the side door was pushed open.

Leslie stepped out from inside.

Under the light, the dark-colored, modified Zhongshan suit seemed to suppress all other colors.

His steps were steady, and his shoulders and back were exceptionally relaxed.

When he looked up, he exuded an aura of righteous indignation.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements, nor did he deliberately strike any pose.

But as soon as he appeared, the air in the entire banquet hall seemed to be drawn to him, and together they headed towards the stage.

Ms. He immediately covered her mouth with both hands.

Afraid that she would cry out, she could only suppress the sound tightly in her palms.

But she couldn't help but let out a gasp.

"Oh my god..."

Young Master Huang even stood up from his chair.

"Leslie!"

Huang Sheng grabbed his sleeve.

"sit down!"

Young Master Huang then realized what was happening and quickly sat back down.

But he couldn't suppress the excitement on his face.

Several young women behind him also gasped quietly.

"So handsome!"

"My God, how can he dress so well?"

Where can I buy this dress?

"You're overthinking it. This is definitely not an ordinary ready-to-wear garment."

The press box was instantly flooded with flashes, and the clicking of camera shutters filled the air.

Ken stood on the side platform, frantically pressing the shutter button with his camera.

He patted the camera while shouting excitedly in a low voice.

"Okay, that's it."

"Leslie, stop for half a second."

Leslie walked to the corner of the runway.

From where he stopped, he could see Daffy sitting in the first row.

Daffy sat there, hands on her knees, quietly looking up at him.

Leslie didn't make any obvious movements; he simply slowed his pace very slightly when he stopped.

This subtle change is something that ordinary people might not even notice.

Jiang Mian, however, could see everything clearly from behind the curtain.

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

Lu Ting, who was standing next to her, immediately looked down at her.

"What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Mian whispered, "I think the seat that Boss Qian arranged for Daffy is really worth it."

Lu Ting didn't respond; he didn't quite understand these intricacies.

Offstage, the reactions of the wealthy were completely different from those of the young people.

They didn't have the same excitement that young people have when they idolize celebrities.

What they look at is the cut of the garment, its fabric, and even more so, the style that the wearer exudes.

He Sheng pushed up his glasses, turned his head, and said something to Huang Sheng.

"There's something special about this outfit."

Huang Sheng nodded in agreement.

"He has a very composed demeanor."

Another business tycoon standing nearby also spoke up.

"After wearing suits so much, I suddenly found this oriental style quite charming."

He Sheng looked at the stage again.

"It's not about nostalgia, it's more like creating something new."

Although they spoke in hushed tones, everyone sitting nearby could hear them clearly.

These words immediately drew the attention of the ladies, who had been focused on Leslie's face, to his clothes.

"I must say, this outfit really makes you look elegant."

"And those buttons, they look quite unique too."

"Do you think my husband would look just as good in this?"

The people around him fell silent for a moment.

"Your husband might need to lose 20 pounds first."

The woman immediately fell silent.

Although she remained silent, her eyes were still fixed on the clothes on the stage.

A few seconds later, she couldn't help but add a sentence in a low voice.

Whether she's thin or not is another matter.

"If this outfit can really be custom-made, I'll put it on the waiting list for him first."

Upon hearing this, the ladies nearby immediately exchanged glances.

If menswear can reach this level, what will womenswear be like?

Qian Weimin, who was standing at the back, almost burst out laughing when he heard these comments.

He quickly raised his hand to cover his face, forcing himself not to laugh too obviously.

Stay calm, we must stay calm.

Doctor Jiang had instructed us long ago that we must not show any signs of having already made a fortune, especially at times like this.

At this moment, Leslie stopped at the end of the runway.

All the lights were focused on him alone.

The host did not speak immediately.

These few seconds of silence were deliberately arranged by Jiang Mian.

She wanted the guests to see for themselves, to guess for themselves, and to raise the value of the dress themselves.

Sure enough, within seconds, the murmurs from the audience grew louder and louder.

"Is this men's clothing with an oriental flair?"

"I'd heard before that they were going to launch a clothing line."

"If menswear is this good, how stunning must womenswear be?"

"No wonder even Leslie was willing to be the first to walk the runway for them."

Zhou Zhichang lowered his head and quickly wrote in his notebook: Leslie appeared in a modified Zhongshan suit, and the audience reacted extremely enthusiastically. Not only did the wealthy people approve of it, but even the rich ladies began to inquire about how to order one.

He paused for a moment as he wrote this.

This is not the situation he wanted to see.

His purpose in coming here today is to publicly question the safety of the product.

But now everyone's attention has been drawn to this dress.

If he were to suddenly stand up and shout about the safety of ingredients at this moment, he would only look like a clown jumping around.

Zhou Zhichang frowned and turned to the next page of the notebook.

I'll have to wait until the product presentation later to ask questions.

Just then, the stage lights began to change.

The beam of light that was originally focused on Leslie slowly split into two beams, each falling behind the side curtain.

The host finally picked up the microphone.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to the first brand launch event of Oriental Style."

"What you just saw is the first piece in the Oriental Style and Rainbow Garment series."

"Number One Battle Suit".

As soon as those four words were uttered, the press section erupted in another flurry of camera shutters.

Miss He murmured the name to herself.

"Number One Battle Suit..."

Young Master Huang was so excited that he almost stood up again.

"That name is so cool!"

This time, Huang Sheng didn't pull him back.

Even he himself felt that, in today's Hong Kong, the name was indeed very catchy.

The host paused briefly before continuing.

"Next, let's give a warm round of applause to Ms. Jiang Mian, the brand manager of Dongfang Fengwu!"

"And Mr. Lu Ting, the designer of the 'Number One Battle Robe' from the Oriental Rainbow series!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, there was an eerie silence in the audience for a moment.

Then, many people subconsciously looked towards the side door.

They all originally thought the garment was made by a master tailor from Hong Kong Island.

Who would have thought that the host would point out the name of a mainland Chinese man they had never heard of before.

"A designer?"

"Did he make this number one battle suit?"

"Who is this Mr. Lu Ting?"

He Sheng's gaze also curiously shifted towards the side door.

Pierre didn't understand Mandarin very well, so he quickly turned to ask Luc next to him.

"What did they just say?"

Luc stared intently at the stage and slowly translated.

"They said the designer who made this dress will be out soon."

Pierre immediately sat up straight.

"Oh? Then I'll have to take a good look."

At the backstage side door, Jiang Mian handed the process sheet in her hand to Ah May.

Lu Ting had already stood beside her.

He naturally reached out and took her arm, whispering a reminder.

"Slower."

Jiang Mian looked up at him.

"Comrade Lu, are you ready?"

Lu Ting didn't answer, but instead bent down and straightened the fabric on her shoulder.

"If you leave, I'll leave."

Ahead, a spotlight had already fallen on the spot where they were about to leave.

Ken excitedly raised his camera, unable to even keep his voice down.

"Here it comes! The real grand finale is finally here!"

Just as Jiang Mian was about to lift her foot, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a man wearing black-rimmed glasses on the side of the reporters' section, who was looking down and reaching for a small notebook in his pocket.

Her gaze paused slightly.

The next second, her smile deepened.

"husband."

"Um?"

"If anyone comes out to cause trouble later, don't even flinch."

Lu Ting looked down at the audience, his gaze darkening.

"it is good."

Jiang Mian smiled and took his arm, walking slowly into the dazzling lights.

"The more people cause trouble in this kind of place, the more interesting it becomes."

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