Chapter 229, Bone Textile Store (4000 words chapter.)_2
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She needed to represent Lyss City at the council, a time when city developments and power struggles were most prominent.
Though the clothing one wears might seem trivial, it truly reflects the development status of a city.
In any asion, first impressions are incredibly important.
However, the designs submitted this year were no different from previous ones. Stacks of valuable fabrics were manipted to tell morous stories filled with profound meanings.
Every year was the same, and though she had grown ustomed to it, a sense of disappointment still nestled in her heart.
just as Reba was about to settle on a passable design, she noticed two people whispering among the crowd.
It was the young man who had been looking directly at her earlier.
As everyone raised their heads to watch the stage introduction, he was still engrossed with his head buried in his work. What was he studying?
Why did he always stand out from the crowd?
After thest cloth merchant finished his presentation, he stepped down.
All eyes were on the City Lord’s wife, waiting for her to select the fabric store that would be chosen for the day.
Under the scrutiny of the crowd, the City Lord’s wife pointed at the young man and asked, “You’re also a textile merchant? Do you have any work to show?
Everyone followed her gaze to see Fang Hao just raising his head.
Fang Hao coughed lightly, striking a pose and speaking in a pinched voice,
“City Lord’s wife, I am a cloth merchant, and I have brought my work for today.”
Originally, he intended to introduce his work normally. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
But after seeing the City Lord’s wife unconsciously nodding at two effeminate men’s presentations, Fang Hao decided to sacrifice his dignity for the sake of his art.
Only then did he disy this behavior.
“Since you’re also a merchant,e up and discuss your work. You wouldn’t want to leave just like that, would you?” Reba asked.
“Yes, City Lord’s wife.” Holding his design sketch, Fang Hao trotted onto the stage, swaying his hips dramatically.
His exaggerated movements were hard for anyone to ignore.
Only Fang Hao himself seemed to be more and more engrossed, his pointed finger waving gently.
Fang Hao stepped onto the stone tform and presented his design sketch.
The sketch was designed in a four-gridyout.
The page was divided vertically into two halves – the left side showcasing the overall clothing design and the right side split evenly into three smaller sections.
The first section featured jewelry such as nes and earrings. The second section disyed belts and decorations. The third section showcased stockings and high heels.
When he unfolded the sketch for all to see, Reba’s eyebrows perked up. She had finally seen something different from previous designs.
“Ahem! Clothing is never a standalone item, it’s like someone’s face. Even if they have nice features, if you pair them with an odd mustache, it will look strange,” Fang Hao exined.
There came a cold sneer from the audience.
However, most people looked down, smirking to themselves.
“So, I opted for an overall coordination, from the formal dress to the jewellery, even down to the socks and shoes – everything was matched to highlight a third of City Lord’s wife Reba’s beauty,” Fang Hao borately spoke.
The dress in his design sketch was unlike others’. It didn’t have a vast base sweeping the floor.
in design, it was bold and daring: a blue off-shoulder figure-hugging gown.
The hem was asymmetrical, further highlighting a woman’s long legs and theyered design concept.
Looking from the front, it was a miniskirt that barely reached the thigh, revealing the whole thigh.
At the back, however, it featured irregrly stitched patterning on the train, trailing down to the floor.
This…
The whole room fell silent.
Everyone stared, wide-eyed, at the design introduced by the unfamiliar man on stage.
It wasn’t about whether it looked good or not anymore.
You wanted the City Lord’s wife to wear such a short skirt, shorter than the ones worn by the women surviving on their looks in taverns.
What did this imply?
“Bring that copper mirror over here,” Fang Hao told one of the servants at his side.
The servant, practically motionless, nced at the City Lord’s wife. Seeing her nod slightly, he brought over the copper mirror from the corner.
“City Lord’s wife Reba, please stand in front of the mirror,” said Fang Hao. Reba was somewhat tempted. After all, this was the most innovative and daring design she had seen.
Under Fang Hao’s hypnotic words, she found herself unconsciously standing up and making her way to the mirror.
Fang Hao shed a small smile and set the design sketch aside so that Reba could see both her reflection in the mirror and the design in his hand.
He pointed and exined, “The neckline features a strapless off-shoulder ? design that highlights your attractive corbones and your lovely neckline. He moved the design sketch to her waist, “The waistline cinches in, fully showcasing your beautiful figure.”
He then ced it at her legs, “And the hem of this dress, Lady, it perfectly outlines your sexy curves. I have been in the dress design industry for many years, and I have yet to see legs as stunning as yours.” His explicitpliments caused Reba to feel a little flushed. This young man was good with words, and in front of so many people, he had praised her from head to toe.
After taking a deep breath, Reba returned to her seat and began to contemte.
These years, there hadn’t been any breakthroughs in gown design, and even if they were given another two years, probably they would still present the same styles.
Looking around at everyone, her gaze finallynded back on Fang Hao, “What is your name?”
“Fang Hao, City Lord’s wife,” Fang Hao responded with a squeeze in his throat. “You’re a cloth merchant too? What’s your store called?
“Bone Textile Store.”
Everyone froze. What a name!
It didn’t sound like a ce that dealt with the living.
“Very well. This year, we shall go with the Bone Textile Store as the design, but the length of the skirt needs to be adjusted,” said Reba.