Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

On the stairs on the second floor, a woman with a graceful figure walked out, about 30 years old and less than 40 years old, but well maintained.

The long burgundy hair was slightly curled and scattered on the sides, and she was wearing a red dress, which was tied tightly around her body, which showed the richness of the woman.

With a smile on his face, he walked down the stairs.

"The city lord of Lysis City must be in poor health." Fang Hao looked at the city lord's wife who was walking down, and he had already come to a conclusion.

But it's not right to think about it.

You can rely on potions to change your physical fitness. Lysis City is so big, and buying some potions to replenish your body shouldn’t be a problem.

That being said, the city lord will have a good time.

"Is everyone here?" The city lord's wife asked.

Glancing at the people present, they finally landed on Fang Hao in the corner.

Everyone bowed their heads, only he looked up at himself.

Fang Hao realized that his eyes were found, and smiled awkwardly, pretending to watch the decoration in the hall.

"Madam, everyone is here." The servant on the side replied softly.

"En." The city lord's wife walked to the front of the hall, lightly stepped onto the high platform, and said to the people below: "Before winter comes, I will represent Lysis to participate in the Federal Council. You are famous cloth merchants in the city. I hope you can If you are satisfied with the works, the selected cloth dealers will be exempt from tax for one year in the shops in the city.”

After the city lord's wife finished speaking, all the cloth merchants below showed eager expressions.

Whether it is to come up with a work that satisfies the city lord's wife, or to have a tax-free status in the city for one year, it is an important thing for businessmen who do business in the city.

If the lady of the city lord attends the parliament and wears her own dress, then she is invisibly advertising herself.

In a few years, business was no problem.

More likely, let your store become famous in other cities and expand more business.

"Okay, let's start, you don't want to go back to rest until midnight," said the lady of the city owner.

"Begin, the first 'Weston troop'," said the servant.

A man with a pot belly came out with a smile, took out his own design manuscript, and prepared clothing samples.

"Mrs. Rebecca, this is our latest dress 'Rose Knight', the material is selected..."

The man talked eloquently, from the raw materials to his own design concept.

As well as the meaning contained in the name, this red-based costume tells a long story.

Immediately afterwards, the second store came on stage. This was a somewhat feminine man, with a swaying waist and crotch when walking. If he hadn't had a moustache, Fang Hao would have thought that he was disguised as a man.

After the feminine man finished his introduction, the city lord's wife nodded unconsciously, seemingly satisfied.

Then came the third, and the fourth, showing up in that order.

"Choose a dress and make such a big battle." Fang Hao asked softly, covering his stomach.

It's like a commercial bidding, but it's just to choose a dress.

These people really have nothing to do.

"All cloth merchants prepare and are selected every year, and their business can double in the past few years." Tavik explained in a low voice.

Choosing a dress has become a tradition for cloth merchants.

Even if you lose the election today, you must prepare for next year immediately after you go back, so that you can take back what you lost in one fell swoop.

This has also become the focus of comparison among cloth merchants. Sales are no longer important, and being recognized by Mrs. Rebecca has become the goal of the industry.

As long as Mrs. Rebecca is selected, ladies and celebrities from all circles of power will come to this shop during the year.

Business is doubling.

"Have you been selected?" Fang Hao asked curiously.

"Uh, still working hard, still working hard..." Tavik wiped his sweat and said.

"This year, we risked our lives, and you are the hope of the whole village."

Tavik's sweat was even denser, "Do your best, do your best."

Seeing this scene, Fang Hao also knew that he was going to hang. Tavik had no confidence in himself after seeing the first few designs.

It appears that this year is also a participation award.

Soon, they arrived at Tavik.

He took his own works and walked up with the entourage on the side, and began to show the dresses he designed for the lady of the city.

Brown and blue color matching, waist and tutu skirt, it is also very good-looking.

But all works are similar, just with different modifications in color, embroidery and lace.

There are no bold breakthroughs.

Until Tavik saluted and came back, the city lord's wife did not show any expression, and continued to watch the introduction of the next cloth merchant.

"How is it?" Fang Hao asked.

"Work hard next year." Tavik sighed.

Fang Hao thought for a while and said, "Can you draw that design?"

Refers to the design draft in the hands of the cloth dealer, which outlines the figure of the figure and the shape of the clothing on the paper.

"meeting."

"Then you draw me one, and my firm will also participate." Fang Hao said.

"You also have a business?"

"It's just established, it's called the Bone Cloth Shop, hurry up, follow my words."

The two put their heads together, and Tavik opened the tool kit and began to draw according to Fang Hao's introduction.

Time passed little by little.

On the stone platform, Mrs. Rebecca looked at the cloth dealers below, but she was a little disappointed. These were all famous cloth dealers in the city and surrounding cities, but none of them could produce works that satisfied her.

She needs to represent Lysis City in parliament, and it is also a time to highlight the competing interests of urban development.

Dressing seems to be just a comparison of appearance, but in fact it can best express the development status of a city.

No matter the occasion, people's first impression is very important.

But the designs handed over by these people this year are no different from previous years.

Accumulate some precious cloth, and press on a gorgeous and slightly profound story.

This is the case every year, even if I am used to it, I am still a little disappointed in my heart.

Just when Rebecca wanted to choose someone who could still talk about the past, she suddenly saw two people in the crowd with their heads lowered and whispering.

It was the young man who just looked directly at him.

Now that everyone is looking up at the introduction on the stage, what is he studying with his head down?

How does he always behave in the opposite way to others?

When the last cloth dealer finished his introduction, he went down.

Everyone looked at the lady of the city owner, waiting for her to choose the cloth shop that was selected today.

Just under everyone's attention, the city lord's wife pointed out, "You are also a cloth dealer? Do you have any works?"

Everyone looked in the direction they pointed, and saw that Fang Hao had just raised his head.

Fang Hao coughed lightly, pinched Orchid's fingers, and said in a voice, "Mrs. City Lord, I'm a cloth dealer, and I brought today's work as well."

Originally, he wanted to introduce his works normally.

But it was found that after the introduction of two somewhat feminine men, the city lord's wife nodded unconsciously, which made Fang Hao temporarily decide to give up his dignity and sacrifice for the sake of art.

showed this form.

"Since you are also a cloth dealer, let's talk about it, you don't want to go back like this, do you!" Rebecca said.

"Yes, the lady of the city owner." Fang Hao walked out while twisting his waist while holding his design draft.

The action is exaggerated, so that everyone can't bear to look directly.

Only Fang Hao himself became more and more energetic, and the orchid finger swayed gently.

Fang Hao boarded the stone platform and took out his own design draft.

The design draft uses a four-frame screen design.

It is to divide a piece of paper vertically into two halves, the left side is the overall design of the clothing, and the right side is divided into three small grids.

The first is jewelry, necklaces and earrings, the second is belts, and the third is stockings and high-heeled shoes.

Showing the picture to everyone, Rebecca raised her eyebrows and finally saw something different from before.

"Cough cough! Clothing is never single, just like the face of a person. If you give him a good facial features, but you have a moustache, it will look very strange."

"Humph!" A cold hum came from the audience.

And more people bowed their heads and snickered.

"So, I carried out the overall matching, from the dress to the jewelry, and even the socks and shoes, in order to bring out one-third of Mrs. Rebecca's beauty." Fang Hao said.

The clothes on the design plan did not use the same wide skirt as the others.

In terms of design, it is relatively bold. The blue off-shoulder dress has asymmetrical front and rear design at the skirt, which further highlights the long legs of women and the layered design.

From the front, it is a short skirt that only reaches the base of the thigh, which can show all the thighs.

At the back is an irregularly spliced ​​patterned skirt, which falls directly to the ground and extends to the back.

This,…….

The whole place was quiet.

Everyone stared at the design displayed by the strange man on the stage.

It's no longer a question of good looks.

You let the lady of the city wear such a short skirt, which is shorter than those women who make a living in the tavern.

What does it mean?

"Go get that bronze mirror." Fang Hao said to the servant beside him.

The latter glanced at the lady of the city master, and when she saw her nodding slightly, she brought the bronze mirror in the corner over.

"Mrs. Rebecca, please stand in front of the mirror." Fang Hao said.

Libeta was actually a little tempted, after all, this was the most innovative and bold design she had ever seen.

In Fang Hao's throat, he involuntarily stood up and walked to the opposite side of the bronze mirror.

Fang Hao smiled slightly and put the design draft aside, so that Rebecca could see herself in the mirror and the design draft in her hand.

Compare the introductions one by one, "The neckline is designed with a tube top and off the shoulder, which can bring out the skinny collarbone and your graceful neck line."

The design draft is placed on the waist again, "The waist here can fully show your graceful posture."

Continue to put it on the legs, "Madam, the hem design is enough to outline your sexy curves. I have been designing clothes for so many years, and I have never seen such beautiful legs as yours."

The blatant compliment made Rebecca feel a little hot.

How could this young man say such a thing, in front of so many people, he praised his whole body.

Taking a deep breath, Rebecca sat back in her seat and began to think in her heart.

There has really been no breakthrough in dress design these years. Even if they are allowed to design for two years, they will still come out with those styles.

Looking around everyone, his eyes finally fell on Fang Hao, "What's your name?"

"Fang Hao, Mrs. Rebecca." Fang Hao still kept his throat tucked.

"You're also a cloth dealer? What's the name of the storefront?"

"Bone Cloth Shop."

Everyone was stunned, what is this name.

Not like a living business.

"Okay, your bone fabric shop will be set this year, but the position of the skirt needs to be lengthened." Rebecca said.

All the cloth dealers in the audience were a little helpless, and they actually lost to a kid who suddenly popped up.

There is nothing to say about the loser. The opponent's design does have some flaws, but they can be modified in the future, but overall they are more innovative and bolder than them.

It doesn't matter if I lose this time, I also learned new typography and bold skirt designs from the other side.

I will use it myself next year, and then these will be my own.

"Okay, Mrs. Rebecca, some details can be negotiated at that time." Fang Hao said.

Rebecca nodded slightly and said, "Okay, the people from the bone fabric shop stay, and the rest go back first. Your business is still operating normally in the city, so don't worry about that."

"Yes, Mrs. Rebecca." The others saluted and exited the hall.

Even Tavik exited the hall and waved to him at the door.

Said to wait for him at the door.

In the hall, only Fang Hao and Rebecca were left, as well as several female servants.

"How long has your fabric shop been in business?" Rebecca asked.

"A century-old shop, immortal inheritance." Fang Hao replied softly, his throat was a little uncomfortable.

"Which city do you live in, haven't you heard of it before?" Rebecca continued to ask, but she was somewhat interested in the young man in front of her.

He didn't have the compliments of a businessman, and he was unfamiliar with the rules here.

"To the north of Purul City, it was the first time I followed Tavik cloth merchants to Lysis City." Fang Hao said truthfully.

Rebecca nodded and continued: "I am very satisfied with the design of the costume. Do you need me to contact the jeweler to make the rest of the jewelry and the white stockings?"

Fang Hao came up with a complete package, which belongs to the package from head to toe.

Clothing can be fixed, what about the rest.

Time waits for no one.

"No, I will complete all of these. As long as Mrs. Rebecca provides me with detailed physical data, I will also provide jewelry and stockings." Fang Hao directly took all the things on himself.

This surprised Rebecca even more, emphasizing, "Are you sure you can do this?"

"Of course, I'm not here to make such a joke with you."

"Okay, then come over tomorrow morning and hand over the data to you, I hope you won't disappoint me." Rebecca said solemnly.

Fang Hao nodded with a smile and watched Rebecca ascend to the second floor.

Get out of the City Lord's Mansion.

Tarvik was still waiting outside the door.

"How is it, it's over?" Tavik asked anxiously.

"It's settled, come and get the size tomorrow." Fang Hao said as he walked out.

"You really succeeded, my God."

The two boarded the carriage and headed for the residence together.

On the way, Tavik kept thinking about some details in the design drawing.

...

The next day, in the morning.

After lunch, Fang Hao came to the City Lord's Mansion again.

After expressing his intention, a maid took him directly to the second floor.

The maid closed the door lightly, "Madam, Mr. Fang Hao is here."

"Let him in."

"Sir, please." The maid pushed open the door and motioned Fang Hao to go in.

Walking into the room, golden wheat awns spilled from the window to the ground.

In the center of the room, on the gray-blue sofa, lay Rebecca naked, with a blue blanket covering important parts of her body.

Beside the sofa, leaning against a half-painted oil painting, the paint was still wet.

Seeing Fang Hao's eyes straightening, Rebecca's brows instantly wrinkled.

"Cough! Mrs. Rebecca, your routine is very easy to wrinkle. If you want to keep your skin young, you must rest on time." Fang Hao walked in with his throat tucked and his waist twisted.

Rebecca's brows stretched again, lying on the sofa stretched a big lazy waist.

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