Super-rich: Spending money is just a job!

"Miss Lin, the clothes you ordered have been pre-cut. Would you like to come to Beijing to try them on?" Xiao Meng received a call from the receptionist of a designer's studio.

"So fast?" Xiaomeng was a little surprised. "Didn't they say it would take a year to make the clothes?"

"Yes, this is just a fitting after the initial cutting. After the fitting and adjustments are done, the garment pieces will be taken back to the embroidery master for embroidery," the receptionist explained to Xiaomeng.

"Haven't started embroidering yet? No wonder."

"Now, could you please tell us when you will be arriving in Beijing? This will make it easier for us to send someone to pick you up at the airport."

"No need, I'm in Beijing right now, I'll come find you. Give me your address."

"Okay, our address is No.... Nanxinyuan, Chaoyang District. When would be a convenient time for you?"

"I'm free now, can I come over now? It should take about an hour."

"Yes, we look forward to your arrival," the receptionist at the studio replied gently.

As Xiaomeng got into a taxi, she muttered to herself, "This high-end private customization is really difficult. It's not only expensive, but also time-consuming. You can't afford to do it without either of those."

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"Boss, a customer will be trying on clothes in an hour." Xiaomai, the receptionist, rushed into Xiong Zijian's workroom.

Xiong Zijian was adjusting the fabric on a table inside.

"Trying on clothes? Which customer is trying on clothes?" Xiong Zijian asked, puzzled.

"Isn't that the one you asked me to call yesterday?" Xiaomai flipped open her notebook and glanced at it. "Ms. Lin Xiaomeng, the client you brought back from your trip to Guangzhou last time."

"Is it her? She said she'd be here in an hour?"

I thought she was still in Guangzhou.

"Get ready quickly. They said they're in the capital right now and have some free time, they'll be there soon."

"Alright, everyone in the studio, get up and take Miss Lin's clothes out and hang them on the table."

Cleaning lady, please mop the floor again.

Xiaomai, go to the Daoxiangcun branch and buy a box of pastries. This customer likes traditional pastries.

When you get back, remember to brew a pot of black tea.

Designer Xiong's studio immediately became bustling with activity.

Designer Xiong's studio is located in a fairly large avant-garde art park.

The area in front of the gate and along the roadside is filled with various sculptures and artworks.

Xiaomeng walked over and found the designer's studio sign amidst a cluster of cafes and galleries.

Before long, she and Xiong Zijian were having tea in the shop's lounge area.

"Wow, this lounge area is amazing! It's like the atrium in a museum," Xiaomeng said, looking at the small space.

There are white fabric sofas, a tea tray full of Kung Fu tea sets, and green plants of varying heights adorning the sofa. It's a very enjoyable and comfortable place to sit and drink tea.

Xiaomeng admired the designer's ingenuity.

"It's so comfortable to sit here drinking tea and reading. I wish I could have a little relaxation space like this at home," Xiaomeng said enviously.

"Isn't that easy? Just tell your requirements to your interior designer, and someone will design something for you."

For wealthy people like you, what do you want? Just make a request, and someone will naturally find a way to satisfy you.

Your designer is actually more afraid that you won't have any requirements.

Xiaomeng's mind was suddenly opened, "What you said makes sense."

"Speaking of which, you didn't call me here just for tea, did you? Where are my clothes?"

"When dealing with you Guangzhou people, I like to get straight to the point."

Okay, let's go check out the clothes first.

Xiong Zijian led Xiaomeng slowly through the studio, saying, "This is actually the ready-to-wear display area."

These are all new designs for this season and next season, pieces that no one has worn yet.

Clothes whose copyrights have already been sold, or styles worn by celebrities, have already been sent to the warehouse and are not displayed here.

Xiaomeng took a deep breath. "You only make one set of clothes? You don't sell a second set of a style that someone has worn?"

"Yes. My studio usually only sells the copyrights to clothing."

Sometimes, some partner manufacturers will come to me to buy the prototypes. Once I've sold them, I naturally won't sell them to anyone else.

As for those styles that were lent to celebrities...

In reality, many of them are just concept designs or runway pieces.

"You conservative tycoons don't like that." Dong Zijian invited Xiaomeng up the stairs.

"If you put it that way, then I'd really like to see it for myself."

"There's nothing we can do about it then. A lot of the clothes have already been packed up and sent to Hong Kong."

I also have a small shop in Hong Kong that specializes in handling these runway gowns.

Sometimes wealthy people from that area will buy from us, and we'll send a craftsman over to modify the dimensions for them.

Come to think of it, people from their area are more daring in their fashion choices.

The second floor of Dong Zijian's studio is where clothes are cut and made.

Because there were a lot of tools and fabric, the scene looked rather chaotic, but the ground was still quite clean and tidy.

Xiaomeng immediately spotted the mannequin in the center of the workspace and the clothes it was wearing.

The clothes were illuminated by a ring of spotlights, making them appear shimmering and dazzling.

Silk clothing is like that; it will show a pearlescent sheen under light.

Of course, the fabric was just a rough draft, and in many places it was simply held together with thick pins.

However, it's already possible to tell whether it's a coat, a suit, or a dress.