"I don’t believe it, he can cover the sky!" Song Shifeng bite his teeth and make a determined effort.
Just then another bad news came, and several Chinese designers also stopped coming.
Song Shifeng called and asked one by one. Anyway, there was an excuse, that is, not to lose money.
Don’t ask, it must be OWA magazine.
Three people almost didn’t give gas to vomit blood, and now there is only one of the seven judges who volunteered. Song Shifeng, an overseas Chinese, is really afraid that she will also drop the pick.
People laughed. "They came to me and I didn’t promise. This is my own errand. Naturally, I have to finish what I started. I don’t like this bullying thing. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving."
Song Shifeng suddenly thousand thanks don’t be grateful in my heart.
But what if there is a judge competition? Where can I find someone? It is difficult at home and abroad!
And even if it’s hard to get it together, it’s still a problem. What if the advertisement has been played out? The goods are not right. Isn’t that a joke? Unless the substitution is more severe.
Three people are going crazy. This is not a problem. This is ruining them! Destroy their game! Destroy their magazine!
"OWA always has a rival, no matter how much it costs!" Song Shifeng had a whim.
"The dead horse is a living horse doctor!"
Ping Yue went back to Zhang Luo Yang Jiabao, and he was not idle. He was also looking for someone himself. Song Shifeng pulled his face and asked for help everywhere. Even if he was bleeding, he had to put people together.
But it’s hard to do good things in pairs, and bad things come one after another.
OWA magazine certainly has a rival, but it’s not good there either. People simply refused to even give Pingyue a chance to bid, but they didn’t deal with designers with OWA, but they were either busy or sky-high and they couldn’t afford to give up.
Song Shifeng didn’t come to China smoothly here, so there was no designer. Now he can’t just pull people in.
So the first day passed.
The next day, the three of them continued to look for someone, knowing that there was little hope, but no one would give up.
Song Shifeng kept a calm face and broadcast words over and over again. In fact, he didn’t know who he could go to and beg for, but he didn’t do anything. He felt uncomfortable and couldn’t stay for a minute. He worked hard to prepare for the event for several months, so he couldn’t be ruined.
How ridiculous, because there is no judge to stop the game. It’s ridiculous.
Laughing and laughing, tears can’t help but fall off. He wiped his hand hard and began to scold himself, "Why are you crying?"
"Song I’ll give it to you …" Yan Dong saw her lover wiping away tears as soon as she entered the office. She suddenly felt that the sky was falling and hugged people. "What’s going on? Who bullied you? "
Song Shifeng was ashamed and rubbed two times in his arms. "Nothing is not happy."
Yan Dong one hand down his hair to touch the neck ribs and pinched "difficult?"
"It’s not difficult, it’s almost difficult to die," Song Shifeng fumed. "OWA is too fucking wicked to wait for the old man to slow down and not kill it!"
"Let’s do it together." Yan Dong said whatever he wanted. "I found someone for you. I don’t know if it’s ok."
"What person?" Song Shifeng raised his face with hope.
"A professor from the Academy of Fine Arts" suddenly became anxious when he looked at the face of the person in his arms. "Think about it. Although this professor is not engaged in costume design, he has a special study on our classical costumes. If it weren’t for reading that one issue of your magazine is a classical design, I wouldn’t have moved others."
"Have you already invited?"
"Not dead"
"I have to discuss it with Ping and them."
Yang Jiabao also said, "After all, he is a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts who has at least experienced aesthetics. Besides, I think it is very acceptable for people to study classical furniture."
"Ok, let’s decide this professor." Song Shifeng’s confidence increased greatly, and Yan Dong just dropped the other two in one bite.
"What are you …"
"I am just happy!" Song Shifeng insisted, "Come and come, I will give you an excited kiss!"
"Roll roll!"
Pingyue and Yueyue run faster than rabbits, but Yan Dong’s heart in the room tastes sweet and bitter, and he feels like a shady person. Something is particularly wrong.
Song Shifeng didn’t pay attention to the person’s face at the moment and sent him away directly. He still has several missing places.
In the middle of the afternoon, Yang Jiabao came over with a beaming face. "Mrs. Lan found us a designer, Dou, who designed Taiwan Island, which is very famous."
"good!" Song Shifeng suddenly felt a joy and then asked, "Isn’t Mrs. Blue sick? She can help us now? Not nonsense, right? "
"Don’t worry, I have an appointment with the sinus designer to fly early in the morning."
"That’s good," Song Shifeng said. "It’s a big favor for us this time. Thank others another day."
"You don’t have to worry about those, you have to worry about them," Yang Jiabao said. "People have invited a lot of cocoa, and our company’s book money is not enough."
"How much I have borrowed from Lu Ting has to be invited." Song Shifeng was psychologically prepared. "Life and death money are small things."
Then the editor-in-chief of the Beijing Municipal Bureau also introduced them to a editor-in-chief of MEIREN magazine who was on vacation, and his fashion status was much higher than that of the original two.
Later, my brother Song Shiyu also came to recommend a Russian designer, which is said to be Gu Weifeng.
Song Shifeng didn’t care to hang up with him at this time, but he was relieved in his heart and couldn’t help but be complacent. It’s good to support his popularity if he has difficulties.
Then I burst out laughing. Thirty-seven judges have found five, and all of them are better than before. This is really a village where there is no doubt.
"Editor-in-Chief, all the contestants are here."
"The editor-in-chief checked the stage lighting three times, and there was no problem."
"The editor-in-chief has arranged the order of the players’ fields."
"The editor-in-chief models have all finished fitting."
"Editor-in-chief TV newspapers have confirmed …"
"Editor-in-Chief …"
Everything is ready, but the judges are two short!
Everyone was looking for help from these two judges, but there was no news at all. Song Shifeng had a boil in his ass in a hurry one day, and he couldn’t even sit down.
But nobody just nobody can’t find the right one everywhere.
"What should I do?" Yang Jiabao frowned and had a good face these days. Fortunately, the end is good, so she is also a beauty.
"If it weren’t for five judges, forget it," it would be like a full face of stubble. "Anyway, five judges will get by, which is much more decent than the competitions they have held before."
"No" turned blue, and Song Shifeng refused. "Let’s change to a better person. It’s okay to say that there are not enough people. It’s not okay to say that the first time we do it, we will be short of two judges. What do you think of us?"
"That no one! Nobody! I am the editor-in-chief of Song Da, where did you become a judge? " Ping yue rang rang
"If I can change, what do you two need?" Song Shifeng a follow rang rang "just the two of you give me ten hours out of the two judges! ！”
"Why don’t you just let us forget it?" Pingyue shouted in anger. "I can’t find anyone anyway."
"I can’t find it," Yang Jiabao followed with a wry smile.
"Then you two!"
"You’re getting a fart."
Song Shifeng was serious. "Just the two of you." He turned around two people and his eyes were bright. "All horses are about to open a show. What’s wrong with being a judge for wild design?"