He truly was the fashion guru known as the "Old Buddha."
The bodyguards looked tall and fearsome, their expressions fierce, but Xu He still plucked up the courage to approach.
"Mr. Borden, hello! I'm from China Paris. This year, Paris has several outstanding design drafts I'd like you to see..."
Every day, people clutching design drafts desperately hoped that Borden would notice them and shoot to fame. Borden wouldn't even bother to look.
However, Xu He spoke French so beautifully that Borden actually turned to look at her, but his words were as harsh as ever, "So you're from China? So what? What about Paris? With so many branches worldwide, why should I look at your designs? Moreover, Paris's prime has long passed. The designs in recent years have been mediocre. Perhaps consumers without appreciation might still buy them, but they certainly don't deserve my time. It's a waste."
Many had said he was brutally frank, and Xu He now fully experienced it.
