the castration plan

This supermodel is the darling of many masters and blue-blooded brands. She has participated in the TopShow for LVBR for nine consecutive seasons. The last time she was scolded like this was so long ago that it seemed like a lifetime ago.

"A strong gorgeous style requires profound aesthetics to make a trade-off. Your bloat makes a small area of ​​bright colors swell into a high-saturation joke, and the whole show becomes a rigid and dangerous thing." Roman said, "You are suitable for the exhibition only the hair."

"Maybe there's something wrong with the perfume too? I smell an excellent smell of big underpants." Bemuir suddenly squeezed open the door and came in, smiling and patting the model's shoulder, "I can't take it anymore, my nose is hurt. The next door I have a spare, Aimee, hurry up and get another one and save me."

The model was grateful and trot away.

"People who make mistakes should be punished, not rescued by an angel." Roman said, "I don't want anyone to judge my artwork, not even you, my little Cassiopeia lover."

Roman put his forehead against his open palm, his water blue eyes were full of melancholy: "Especially your vulgar uvula today makes me very unhappy, I will invite thirteen phonetics professors to train you intensively like before , to prevent your bad pronunciation from bringing British comedy effects, and losing the face of the solemn Italian columnar buildings. Otherwise, you will not attract the attention of all noble occasions like you are now, my little princess with golden branches and jade leaves."

The aristocratic taste of the upper class condenses a large amount of cultural capital, and the internalized accent is a symbol of social identity, and Roman is undoubtedly the owner of the scepter in this regard.

"Nooffense." Bemuir opened his mouth in front of the mirror, inspecting his troubled gums, the sound of the air current rubbing against his uvula became even more unpleasant, "Because-for-my-tooth-ache."

Roman's ears seemed to have been slandered, he lowered his head and didn't look at him anymore, he just picked up the sketchbook and drew to seek healing.

Baimuir strode out, just in time to bump into the leader of the Lesio group-Landon Bellucci.

Langdon doesn't look like someone in the fashion industry, and his temperament is very refined.He was also an Omega, so it was easy for Bamuir to take a look at him.

"Good evening, Mr. Chao." It started very flatly, "Mr. Roman is inside, right?"

Baymuir waved his hand at the door casually, and gave a friendly reminder: "He is angry, please wait a while."

Many celebrities are waiting in line, which is easy to understand. Roman is like the Jesus of Christians in the fashion industry. Seeing him is not a meeting, but a pilgrimage.

But Langdon said: "It seems that I didn't interrupt your conversation. I'm taking the liberty. I would like to invite Mr. Chao to have a drink during the dinner."

Light-colored rum, Cointreau orange, and fresh cream are blended in a ratio of 1:1:1. The body of the wine presents a light golden yellow luster, and the mouth is very sweet.

"This is not flattery. You have the rarest color in blond hair. It's called platinum blonde. It's genetically said that after the age of 15, this platinum color starts to fade. I've never seen an adult with this color." Lucky." Langdon pointed to the wine glass, "This color reminds me of elves living in seclusion in a beautiful fairyland, light, happy, and unrestrained."

"You add another point of sexual liberation, and I admit it." Bemuir smiled, stretched out a finger and pressed it on the palm of his hand, and made a pause gesture, "I thought we could talk about something other than jewelry and beauty, or Other than husband, it's not so Omega topic."

"Of course, I'd love to." Langdon smiled, "But Mr. Chao's comments are always very spicy, which makes me a little afraid to talk about Lesio's fragrance products with you. It really makes me feel ashamed."

Bemuir smiled and said nothing for a while, and then said tolerantly: "Those Vax series that make up numbers, fool people, and are eager for quick success are not actually my impression of Lesio's high-end salon fragrance."

Bemuir didn't say anything good about Lesio's perfume. He said in a magazine last time that it smelled like a new plastic tablecloth, which was intimidating to minors and too much for people over 80 years old. The vicissitudes of life are not as good as the [-]-euro bottle of Boer in the southern French supermarket.

He also ridiculed that the name of the perfume is a vulgar homonym, centbon. In spoken French, it seems to be saying sentbon, which means good smell.

Today I also criticize in person, but from a different angle: "The idea that marketing ghosts came up with is to disassemble all the front, middle and tail tunes, and split a sum of money into three parts to earn."

"Indeed." Langdon admitted generously, "The Vax series can't be sold over the counter, and the stock is seriously overstocked. The price on the personal platform is unimaginably low. In the end, no customers bought it through the mall channel."

"It should be like this. The insincere marketing routine looks at the future at a glance, and the product has no foresight at all, so it is destined to not last long. It's like not even adjusting the tone, and it will collapse after two steps." Bei Miao Er said, "It doesn't matter, there are still many unsatisfactory high-end brands. But big companies can try and make mistakes many times. When creating perfumes, they are not limited by the cost of raw materials. Even if they decide to make a perfume that is unlikely to be realized, You don’t need to stick to market research, you can still fight a good turnaround if you are prepared. Last time, the NO.19 green verbena plus absinthe is a combination with great potential.”

"These are very inspiring, and should be learned by the executives of our perfume department." Langdon sighed, "To be honest, I always thought that Mr. Chao was a pure artist, but I didn't expect you to pay so much attention to marketing and marketing strategies. .”

"No way, artists have to live, I have to find a way to make them popular." Bemuir shook his head helplessly, "By the way, one more thing, I also know that you have hired too many fragrance critics to propose revisions Opinion, so that the perfumer is not the only person in the creation of the perfume, and rarely has the final decision on the finished product. This is not good, because in the end no one has the courage to be responsible for its sales.”

"Yes, we are planning to downsize the department next month." Langdon looked at him, "It was also after the Vax series campaign that we fired the perfume director at that time. It's a pity that the LVBR Apart from the one in front of me, I am afraid there is no other genius perfume master whose share in the global perfume market has increased from 2.2% to 7.8%. So up to now, that position is still waiting for a seat.”

Baymuir didn't answer this sentence, just said: "I suggest that we stop talking about perfume, and always talk about my field of expertise, which is a little unfair to you."

"Basic styles combined with simple handmade decorations, and even rustic fabrics like striped cotton create works that are not cumbersome, Langdon, to be honest, I really like your stuff." Baymuir took a sip of his cocktail, like Half-jokingly, "If you can give me the contrasting thick woolen coat that was on display today, I will be your die-hard fan."

"It's an honor." Langdon smiled naturally, "I will send a set of high-end ready-to-wear to your residence this spring and summer."

"Deal." Baymuir clinked glasses with him.

"It's just that I don't know if this is beyond the norm. I'm afraid that the other owner of Mr. Chao's summer villa in the suburbs will be unhappy, although it is rumored that you are an open marriage." Langdon held the wine glass Shaking up and down slightly, he gestured at the other party, "After all, there are always many people who are attracted to you by such a magnificent perfume master as Mr. Chao."

Bemuir gradually laughed when he heard it, as if he suddenly changed the topic: "I have been suffering from a toothache today, and the doctor told me to take anti-inflammatory drugs every day. But I think fame and money are the healthiest things in life, no I need something else to cure me."

Langdon looked at him, nodded with a smile, "Good insight."

"In Chinese, it is said that a poor couple mourns for a hundred days. I think my tooth will hurt if I don't have money to treat it. I'm afraid I will die next month." Bemuir also looked at him and smiled, raising his glass, "But Thank you, this drink may have been a bit of an analgesic, I'm better now."

Therefore, the ambiguous conversation between the two people ended happily.

In Vanity Fair transactions, whoever confesses first loses first, and people in the fashion industry are performing 24 hours a day, performing pantomime while breathing, and this kind of public can only talk about this.

Lesio is also the top luxury group in the world. Langdon is here to poach corners. After a long time of business, he is throwing olive branches: I am worried that if we are so close and make small moves, will LVBR be angry?But everyone is saying you're about to end your contract, really?

Baymuir is much more straightforward: leave the job next month, as long as you pay enough.

However, no one else could understand that the "open marriage" referred to the shaky labor contract between Baymuir and his employer.

So, the war reporter Huang Xixi ran back quickly, tiptoed into Jiang Weihe's ear and shouted: "Brother! Brother! Sister-in-law is getting divorced!"