Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

It's pleasing to the ear, it's so pleasing to the ear!

Thinking of the title of world-renowned fashion godfather, Feng Yanhai really wanted to stand up and kiss the idea opposite.

"We are amateurs in movies, but we are familiar with fashion, so I guarantee that no one can fool you and me."

"I have resources in the clothing industry, and Lin Sheng, you have connections in the media industry. Let's combine our two swords to ensure that we will look down on everyone and kill them all."

"There are many fashion houses in Europe and the United States that are on the verge of bankruptcy. If you buy one casually, there will be important guests sitting in the town. At least you will not be afraid of being left out. Recently, there are many famous fashion designers in Tokyo. Find the one with the most marketable selling point, and it will definitely become popular all over the world. .”

As expected of a professional, Feng Yanhai immediately came up with a way to become bigger and stronger. In the fashion week just held, what he feared most was the silence.

Buy Dangtuo, a fashion house with a long history, and find some local brands in Hong Kong to participate to increase their influence.

To put it bluntly, fashion week is protectionism on the bright side, allowing the local luxury goods industry and fashion industry to gain more attention.

"Although Xiangjiang has a fashion association, it is just like the tennis association, which is not a climate."

"I have established the Xiangjiang Designers Association to formalize and industrialize. Take fabrics as an example. We want to set our own high standards, so as to cultivate more formalities."

The various standards that Lin Huaile talked about are inexplicable to many fashion practitioners. After all, Europe and the United States already have several sets of standards that can be used.

But this is the foundation, and the foundation determines how many layers can be built.

It is very difficult to change the underlying logic. If McLehose and Richard knew it, they would definitely try to stop it, but there is no way, that is to copy London's industry standards and make changes in key places.

"That's right, there are no rules, and there is no such thing as a circle. I will definitely let all the brands under this designer association participate, but the Xiangjiang Designers Association is still too small."

"Asian Designers Association, this is brilliant."

"The Paris Fashion Association is a good example. It cultivates the best designers in the world. It is open to all people, and it is indeed magnificent!"

The more Feng Yanhai talked, the more excited he became, and he wanted to go out and announce immediately that he would create Xiangjiang's own fashion week.

During the entire working meal, the two were chatting about what the future of Xiangjiang would look like, and they never got tired of it, because both of them knew that as long as they went out, their ideals would stay in this temporary office made of containers. Happiness is always so short .

On the empty pier, Curry boy was being beaten, and the stick hit him one after another, and every time he was hit, he let out a hoarse wail.

"Hit, hit me to death."

Bai Yuwang has an ice cream in his mouth and keeps sucking it. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. It has been less than two months since the New Year. I can't wear long sleeves outside. I can only start wearing T-shirts, even at night. The sea breeze is also hot.

Hearing the boss's order, the pony boys became even more energetic, and the iron rod in their hands hit the curry boy who was rolling all over the floor even harder.

"stop!"

In the dark night, a group of Indian boys came running, whose skin color was a little darker than the sky, and shouted loudly, telling the White Fish King's boys to stop.

Seeing someone coming, the White Fish King dropped the ice cream stick in his hand, clapped his hands, stood up, walked to Curry Boy, and stepped on the dog's head.

"White Fish King, you arrested my people for no reason, and you rushed to the street to die!"

The Indian boy who ran over was panting, pointed at the White Fish King's face with his hips on his hips, and cursed loudly.

Bai Yuwang sneered, instead of moving his foot away, he stepped on it vigorously, and said strangely, "Isn't this Brother An Xin?"

"An Xin? What a fart An Xin is! Your younger brother is like a dead dog, how can you be at ease?".

Being accused of being hurt by Sang and Huai, An Xin's face darkened even more, but her younger brother was still trampled under her feet, so she could only suppress the anger in her heart, looked at White Fish King viciously, and shouted sharply: "Your younger brother! Don't worry if you follow me, you don't need you stinky Westie."

"Let him go first, today's account, I'll take it easy with you bastard!".

let go?

Let your mother die!

Bai Yuwang looked at these Indians from North Street, and he couldn't help but get angry.

Before the outbreak of World War II, Indians came to Xiangjiang every year to seek a living. Most of them lived near North Street, where the stench of curry was permeating all the year round, and the smell was terrible.

The ghosts recruited these Indian boys because they wanted to better manage Xiangjiang, so these people were more arranged in the government and the police force. After all, the Indian boys can speak English and communicate better.

But with the outbreak of World War II, these Indian employees were directly dragged to the European battlefield as cannon fodder, but their families stayed in Xiangjiang.

After the war, they did not return to their original hometown, but returned to Xiangjiang to settle down.

Although the land of Xiangjiang is also xenophobic, there is no danger to life. In areas with serious sectarian conflicts, the reason for losing one's life is probably just a look.

However, it is a basic operation for Yingying to turn his face and deny people. People all over the world know that if the cannon fodder is used up, it is useless. Just give some money and an identity, and send these Indian boys like sending dogs Sent away.

He didn't spare any sympathy at all, and didn't even make arrangements for his future.

There are more people, and the number of Indian communities has gradually increased. There are often conflicts with the local communities in Xiangjiang, and blockbuster movies often happen.

"This person can't be let go. Your little brother stepped on the boundary first, sold horse scriptures, and didn't even say hello. Didn't he take us Xinghe seriously?"

"Showing things to Brother An Xin will convince some people."

The White Fish King took his foot off, rubbed it on the wooden board, and beckoned his horse boy to hand over the things he found from Curry Boy to An Xin.

Xinghe Mazi, who was smoking at the side, took out a book of horses from his pocket and threw it to the Indian boys.

Ma Zai next to An Xin picked up the scroll on the ground, opened it and handed it to the boss.

The curry-flavored horse scriptures are printed with light ink and rough paper. It looks like a cheap product made by a small workshop.

Cheap is cheap, but it doesn't affect viewing, and you can clearly see the featured recommendations of the Jockey Club above.

The style is based on the official recommendation of the Jockey Club. A row of Chinese names of the horses and jockeys are neatly listed on it, marked according to the stars, with the highest five stars and the lowest one star.

Gamblers can see at a glance whether the jockey is good or bad, and the horse racing is good or bad, which is more convenient for everyone to bet.

There is a curry paging sign in the Book of Horses, and there is no way to say that it is framed. After all, it is very laborious to prepare such a book of Horses.

"Brother An Xin, if you want to come in and get a share, just tell Uncle Xin, everyone will make money with harmony, and there will never be much unhappiness."

The White Fish King walked up to An Xin, patted his shoulder with his hand, and asked hypocritically.