Prosperous Star Road: Quan Shao spoils the black goddess

Chapter 342 is not favored
Chapter 353

Studies have shown that when the economy is poorer, the length of women's skirts will be shorter. Similarly, the better the economy, the shorter the women's skirts, and the dress tends to be revealing and enthusiastic. This theory has been repeatedly verified in the fashion industry. .

Therefore, in this year's Milan International Fashion Week, although the major brands are playing the elegant and luxurious card, they have used the theory of "the weirder the more fashionable" to the extreme. In women's clothing, high-profile party style, cool stage style …the warm colors of gold and white are also popular.

This is used to reflect the sinking of people in a luxurious life when the economic situation is good.

But Boqi has gone in the opposite direction, and has always followed his own design style, which is simple and noble.Because it is the "Metamorphosis" series, he has a good grasp of the temperament that each age group should have. When a girl is full of freshness and sweetness, rebellion is full of mysterious charm, even wildness. To become a noble queen is to be cold-eyed. The ultimate surrender.

When these styles appear on a person, the shock is directly hitting the soul.

Even Luo Xi couldn't help but praise him, this is not just a fashion show, it's more like life.

Pochi is worthy of the name of a ghost, and he perfectly grasps the dream that exists in everyone's heart.

The green onion of a girl is unforgettable.

The wildness of the rebellious period is inevitable.

Becoming a queen is a dream in every girl's heart!

So when Boqi announced the theme of his show was "transformation" the day before the fashion show, tickets for the show were hard to come by.In order to be able to show his face in his show, no matter whether it is a celebrity or a star, he has tried his best to choose the best position.

And the media also presented their own business cards, only to win a seat in the report.

However, Boqi is the one who prefers to be absent. Only those media who can get on the stage are invited to attend. The prelude is so powerful, which makes everyone have countless illusions about his show. At the same time, those media who cannot enter are even more I couldn't eat it and fell down and said grape sour, and began to criticize.

For a while, the public opinion was also mixed. The most talked about was that Boqi said that he would use a model from China as the main show model.

As we all know, in the world of supermodels, everyone's eyes are completely opposite to the aesthetics of Chinese people.

Often the darlings of fashion weeks are those with long faces, high cheekbones, slender eyes, and thick lips. In everyone's eyes, that is temperament, that is beauty.Because of this, models from China are often not favored by others. Most of them have round and delicate beautiful faces and very big eyes. Just a small family, no characteristics, no future.

But now that the talented designer Boqi of Milan Fashion Week wants to use such a model with no characteristics, everyone's next thought is - is he crazy?

Even those authoritative media took a wait-and-see attitude towards such a bold choice by Boqi, and have not published their own evaluation for a long time.

So in terms of choosing a model, Pochi was defeated without a fight!
But Boqi didn't mind, he didn't think that everyone's subconscious could sentence him to death. In his eyes, Luo Xi's beauty was diversified, which was a kind of precipitation from history, and only with such a powerful soul and Only those with profound background can not be taken away by the clothes they design, and only then can they complement each other.

Luo Xi didn't know how much Bo Qi bet on herself, and as the time approached, she also became nervous. This was her first show, and she didn't want to mess it up.

Lance noticed her uneasiness, and did nothing but quietly accompany her. He was very happy that when Luo Xi was uneasy, he would be the one accompanying her.

The next morning, before the sun rose, Luo Xi and Lance woke up naturally.

Boqi waited downstairs early, and the makeup artist put a mask on each of them before starting to put on makeup.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the show opened, and the viewers arrived one after another. Since then, the war without gunpowder has begun.

The media has already been filming at the front desk, and the guests attracted at the show are also a reflection of the designer's influence.

When the close-ups were scanned on the guests watching the show, they were also displayed on the big screen outside the venue in due course, and there were people standing under the screen who hadn't entered the venue. They all raised their heads and watched the prosperous world inside.

Lin Xi was squeezed into the crowd, and she was a little crazy. She had already asked the staff member inside to let her in, but today the staff member lost her voice, so she could only be present wandering outside.

Another phone call was made, but the phone was still turned off. Lin Xi gritted her teeth angrily and clenched her fists. She felt that she had to go in, otherwise her trip to France would be in vain.

After thinking about it, she adjusted her makeup again and walked towards the entrance.

"Madam, would you please show me your invitation letter?"

A security guard stopped her and spoke Italian, which Lin Xi couldn't understand, but seeing his outstretched hand, Lin Xi had already guessed roughly.

Her expression was a little awkward, but she still puffed her chest out, smiled and said in English: "Hi, I'm sorry, I lost my invitation letter, can you accommodate me a bit?"

Hearing this, the security guard lowered his head and glanced at her up and down, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He didn't expose Lin Xi's lie, but pointed to the crowd on the other side and said, "The invitation letters are all lost over there. Ladies, please wait there together!"

Lin Xi turned his head and looked over there, and saw a large wave of familiar artists, all of whom were third- and fourth-tier artists.

Seeing Lin Xi, someone had already greeted him.

"Yo, isn't this Lin Xi? Aren't you invited by the brand? Why don't you have an invitation letter?" Everyone was fed up with Lin Xi's limelight these days, so seeing that she was also driven over, There was a moment of schadenfreude.

As soon as the words were said, someone responded immediately: "Yes, Lin Xi, if you lose the invitation letter, you have to look for it carefully, otherwise you will not even be able to enter the gate like us!"

Her words stabbed Lin Xi's self-esteem. Lin Xi was indeed invited, but the company spent a lot of money and contacted an unknown brand. The other party didn't even have the qualifications to hold a show, let alone It's time to send him an invitation.

But now, Lin Xi absolutely cannot show these things.

She puffed up her chest, with a trace of indifference across her face: "My invitation letter is indeed lost, do you believe it or not!"

As she said that, she stood aside with her arms folded, as if she was really waiting for the staff to help her deal with it.

　One more send~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)