Chapter 835: London

London, the fashion capital of the past, still maintained its glory under the baptism of artillery.
Boutiques, fashion beauty stores and department stores are open as usual, while Piccadilly Circus in the West End of London is the most lively place whenever night falls.
Licensed weavers are wearing trench coats and standing on the street with bare thighs, waiting to be patronized by soldiers or shy officers in their pockets.
When someone stopped in front of them, the girls would take out matches and light them, let the other party see their looks, and then take photos.
After seeing the girl's appearance and figure, if you are satisfied with both parties, a deal will be reached. The price is generally 3 pounds.
The ‘office’ location is near the place where Liuying stood, and it was quick to cover up with the coat.
The soldiers vented their desires and the tension and fear on the battlefield, and the girls relied on ‘hard work’ to get the ideal reward.
However, after dawn, Piccadilly Circus is another scene. This is an important place for fashion models and photographers.
Early in the morning, the cleaning union appeared on the square early because they wanted to clean up the small umbrellas before the girls dressed in fashion and elegance appeared.
On this day, Dior designers and videographers came to clean the square and brought a group of fashionable Yingying Yanyan.
"The air in London is getting worse and worse." Smelling the smell of smoke in the air, Pierre waved his hand in front of him, and a "girlish" fluttered.
However, in this era, the word ‘mother’ is not yet available for men, he is just a bit introverted and weak.
In this era, it is not uncommon to describe men with weakness, masculinity and the so-called healthy wheat color only began to prevail in the second half of the year.
"What is the theme today?" Pierre is not a small character.
As the most important assistant of Christian Dior and Elsa Shaparelli, he has only two positions in the design team.
"Anti-Japanese War," the assistant said.
"Oh yes, the war of resistance... unyielding, tenacious, optimistic, and never give up the confidence to fight back." Pierre's eyes lit up immediately.
Only when discussing design, he will behave like a man...
No, it's more like a fighter or a dazzling star.
"Go!" As Pierre said, the scene immediately moved up, setting the background, changing the clothes, moving, tone, shooting, and making a perfect state.
"Who is that?" Pierre pointed to the shooting scene.
"Models...our most famous gold model." The assistant looked carefully at Pierre, who foreseen something bad was going to happen.
"Yes, yes, of course I know...Jessie, the hottest fashion girl in London...she just does that...coquettish?"
Pierre flicked his fingers in disbelief, as if evaluating a streaming warbler, causing the people around him to move inadvertently.
Jessie, everyone knows that she is a fashion model to play tickets, in fact, she is the spokesperson of the big boss sent to London, but also a petting wild cat.
Even more terrible is that she is also a shareholder of luxury brands such as Tiffany, Chanel, Van Cleef & Arpels, of course, including Shaparelli Dior.
"Hello, Pierre..." After the shooting, Jesse had to leave directly, but after seeing Pierre present, he decided to say hello.
Jesse likes the military green dress he designed this winter.
"Well, it's beautiful..." Pierre pointed to the dress on her body. "It's really a masterpiece of God. I want to ask Elsa how it came to mind."
Pierre said that she was wearing the latest autumn and winter pencil trousers, and Elsa Shaparelli was always a stunning design.
"Thank you...I think I should go." Jessie pointed out not far from seeing the contempt and impatience in the other person's eyes.
Looking back, the crowd found the vehicle parked by the roadside and the man leaning on the door. If they read it correctly, it should be their big boss.
"Boss..." Sitting in the car, Jesse was a little nervous for a long time. She was about to forget the feeling of facing the man and the intimacy.
"It looks like you're doing well. What was it just now?" Li Zitao reached out and took her waist lightly, letting her gradually relax and adjust.
"Pierre, a very talented designer, comes from Italy." Jesse said with a relaxed tone, Li Zitao did not have the monkey's eagerness to ease her tension.
"Um...I saw his attitude towards you." Li Zitao's tone was a little bad.
A talented and very proud designer, this is his first impression of Pierre, very bad.
There is no shortage of talented people in this world, and most of them cannot reach the peak unless they obtain the operation and support of capital.
It's like the difference between Picasso and Van Gogh, not to mention that not everyone can become Van Gogh's second.
"He can create value for the company. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is enough... Knowing that you come, Elsa and Kristin will be very happy." Jessie leaned his head on his shoulder and smiled sweetly. .
She is acting more and more like a qualified capitalist, believing that when Pierre cannot show value, he will be thrown out of the company mercilessly.
Generally speaking, Li Zitao does the same, but today is an exception. He hates seeing his women being wronged or hurt.
So when the company saw Elsa, Li Zitao mentioned the incident by the way; "Pierre, I think he is more suitable for designing some practical things, such as shopping mall promotional items or grandmother series."
"Pierre is an excellent designer, his work has received a lot of attention, people like his novel..."
Elsa did not yet know what went wrong, but there is no doubt that Pierre made the big boss unhappy.
She could only try to redeem it, but before she finished, Li Zitao raised her hand to interrupt her who wanted to continue.
"I'll read every issue of Elsa, Dior, and Playboy. Those are your ideas. I like them, and people like them...
Your opinion is the most important, just like a big ship, if you can't have a qualified captain, it will sink in the sea sooner or later. "
Hearing the big boss's affirmation and direct attitude, Elsa was still a little uncomfortable.
In the eyes of others, she is like a paranoid devil, a fashion vane, but who can know her efforts and pressure.
If you give all of her present achievements to another person, she will gladly accept it, but if you give her the pressure, I am afraid...
‘Except for herself, no one else in this world understands what she is thinking or doing! ’