Chapter 209: gallery

Since then, models have been on stage one after another, and the real visual feast kicked off.
From the moment the first model stood up, many people off the field made amazing sounds, which was completely different from the previous atmosphere. But in fact, Zhou Dong's late appearance also has certain advantages.
Zhou Dong's work in this series emphasizes simple and high-level sense.
On these models, Zhou Dong did not use too complicated colors, so this also formed a sharp contrast with the works of other contestants. After seeing so many color collisions in the field, everyone is always a little bit visually fatigued.
Therefore, Zhou Dong does not worry that his works are too "vegetarian".
To participate in any competition, you need to adjust your thinking appropriately, so as to be more in line with the tastes of the judges and the audience.
Then, An Moqi began to introduce the work in detail, and also highlighted the place where the fabrics of the work were produced. Everyone was surprised. The original products made in China have been upgraded to this point!
But after speaking, An Moqi and Han Xue did not intend to step down, after all, the next series of works were theirs.
Although there was a designer in the front who owned multiple works, 4 were enough. Zhou Dong and the others owned 10 at once, and the two women just stayed on stage for more than 20 minutes.
The judges have seen this battle this time.
Although they had discussed this matter in a private group chat before this, it was only a topic of small talk and did not take it too seriously.
They didn't expect that these 10 works are all very delicate, and people can't find the slightest fault.
Finally, Zhou Dong and their series were displayed, and the judges broke the rules and applauded them, let alone the audience. Zhou Dong watched all this behind the scenes, and finally his mouth showed a satisfied smile.
Everyone often breathed a sigh of relief, this time there was really no half of a mistake, and the state was better than during the rehearsal.
The competition continued, and many people were still immersed in the works just now.
Everyone can't help but sigh in their hearts. How much time should it take to design these 10 works! The audience is also whispering, everyone feels that this is a work that the designer has accumulated for many years before being released.
Following this idea, some frivolous people actually look down on the designer.
If any work is not published in time, it will lose its own value. The speed of change in this era is so fast. It seems that these works are piled up and sent out, but it seems that such behavior is very stupid.
Almost no one denies Zhou Dong's works, but some people seem to misunderstand Zhou Dong a bit.
After all the entries have been displayed, the next step is the selection time. But the competition system this time is different from the past. Excluding the judges, a hundred spectators also participated in the final selection.
Of course, this kind of operation is also announced on the spot by the organizer. The audience selection team will draw on the spot. Which competition can do this? Even the judges were a bit surprised, which shows how well the organizers have done confidential work this time.
But few people were opposed to this game mechanism, and no one couldn't accept it. After all, Milan is the fashion capital, and everyone likes to break traditional rules.
Zhou Dong watched this very skinny operation and couldn't help but mutter in his heart:
Sure enough, these powerful people do whatever they want!
If this were in China, the scene would have been chaotic long ago!
Watching the organizer select the audience selection team on site, An Moqi gave them a thumbs up. "It's awesome!"
Besides, the game is broadcast live!
The audience and friends are watching, this game is too fair!
"The rich do whatever they want!" Han Xue sat on the terrace next to her, waiting quietly.
"In the future, if I have the opportunity to host a competition, I will also take you to do whatever you want." Zhou Dong thought for a while, he is also a proper rich man, so what do you envy here? So he immediately put away his surprised eyes.
An Moqi held her cheek, glanced at Zhou Dong, and laughed contemptuously. "You? Let's wait until you really have a game!"
Zhou Dong straightened her back. This little Nizi actually doubted her ability. How could this be tolerated? "Why don't you believe in my strength? Believe it or not, I can run a game for you in Milan now?"
An Moqi pinched her waist, shook her head and said, "I don't believe it."
Han Xue kept looking at Zhou Dong beside her, she was quite expecting it in her heart.
Zhou Dong pretended to roll up the sleeves on both sides and flicked it on An Moqi's head, not light or heavy.
Being bullied like this, how could An Moqi stay peacefully?
"Hey, I still want to do it with me! See how I treat you." With this, An Moqi pressed Zhou Dong's head with one hand, and gave Zhou Dong's forehead with the other hand.
Zhou Dong immediately covered his forehead, what a pain, he felt his skull trembling.
It's just that An Moqi didn't feel satisfied after it popped up, and he wanted to come again while pulling Zhou Dong. "I didn't play well just now, let's do it again."
Zhou Dong flashed back quickly, clasping his hands together, with a pitiful look, "I surrender, I will surrender. If you come to me again, I guess I will have to go out sideways today."
"You did it first, I didn't cooperate with you. And I'm not satisfied now, you will let me play again." An Moqi's smile at this time was full of conspiracy.
"I have given up now, our game is over!" Zhou Dong hurriedly pulled Han Xue between the two of them, for fear that An Moqi would get closer to him.
An Moqi did not speak, Han Xue, who was used as a shield, laughed.
"Puff, this is the game you were talking about!"
Han Xue didn't expect that the game Zhou Dong kept saying would end so soon. Sure enough, there were no other things in Zhou Dong's head, but there were many ghost ideas.
An Moqi also understood what it meant, and for a while she forgot to laugh at Zhou Dong. "Your game is only one minute!"
Speaking of which, Zhou Dong looked at them very logically. "It's just the game anyway, don't care about the time."
"You really are going to laugh at me." An Moqi shook her head helplessly, smiling like a child. But this is a public place, An Moqi took a lot of effort, so she didn't laugh, but felt the muscles on her face sore.
But none of the three people noticed that a woman was watching them at this time.