Chapter 210 Representing the Nine Heavens of Phoenix Dance
Bai Yifei's name is in the middle of the left side of the front row, which shows how much the fashion week organizing committee attaches importance to Fuyao Group. Fu Dongyang's name is not included. It's not that the scale of Jiuding Group is not qualified, but that strictly speaking, Jiuding is not
It is considered a real enterprise in the industry.
Bai Yifei held up her skirt and sat down gracefully, while Ding Fan and the other three stood at the back. For such a grand event, it would be nice to have a place to stand, and of course we couldn't ask for more.
At this time, music sounded on the field, and then, the huge LCD screen on the stage lit up, and a line of eye-catching artistic words appeared: Fengwu Jiutian 7th International Fashion Week!
Unexpectedly, Feng Wu Jiutian was the title sponsor of this fashion week. Feng Mingchuan, who lost his wife, cried so much in private that he still did not forget to organize business activities. He is indeed a man who can do great things.
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At this moment, a staff member came over, took away the sign from the seat next to Bai Yifei, and replaced it with another sign. There were two Chinese words on it, Ding Fan!
"Xiao Dingding, is this your seat?"
Cai Cai's eyes widened and she couldn't believe that her bodyguard had actually become a distinguished guest at the fashion festival, and was in the first row, right next to Bai Yifei!
"My name is very common, maybe I have the same name!"
Ding Fan was not sure, and the Taoist priests who came down the mountain had nothing to do with their clothes, so he stood still and didn't move.
"I don't think it's like anyone else. After all, there is only one Ding Fan beside Mr. Bai, and there is no big name with the same name in the fashion industry! We, Deputy Manager Ding, are very capable." Fang Meiqian said with a smile.
"Let's talk about it later!" Ding Fan did not sit down. If the real owner of the seat came and was kicked back to stand again, it would not only be embarrassing, but also make the rich and fat man laugh out loud.
People came to sit down one after another, and after a while, only the seat with the Ding Fan sign was left empty. Bai Yifei had seen it a long time ago, but did not make any reaction because she did not believe that there was a place for Ding Fan here.
At this time, Feng Mingchuan arrived at the scene, and many people who knew him came forward to say hello. Feng Mingchuan only responded with a shallow smile and a slight nod.
When he came to the front, Feng Mingchuan saw an empty seat, frowned slightly, and then waved to Ding Fan, telling him to stop standing and sit down quickly.
understood!
There was a distinguished guest who didn't come, but Feng Mingchuan took care of it and gave Ding Fan a seat!
If there is a chance to sit down, who is still standing? Why are you so polite? Ding Fan clasped his fists towards Feng Mingchuan, smiled and went to sit down, turning his head and calling out Sister Feifei!
"Xiaofan, you..." Bai Yifei was in disbelief.
"Maybe the organizer thinks I'm handsome, so I can serve as a foil for Sister Feifei." Ding Fan said with a smile.
Of course this is not the case. It is an honor to be invited to an international event like this, and the VIP seats show your identity. They are real industry leaders.
Seeing Ding Fan sitting arrogantly in front, Fu Dongyang felt bad. His mentality collapsed. His face was twisted into a ball. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't hold it back. He said angrily: "I protest.
Ding Fan is just a bodyguard, what right does he have to sit in the front row? This is disrespectful to other industry elites!"
The venue immediately fell silent. The attendees did not know Ding Fan, so they thought he was an upstart in the industry. However, they learned that he was just a bodyguard sitting in front, which was indeed unqualified. Many celebrities in the industry were still standing in the hall.
It’s here!
At this time, Feng Mingchuan's voice sounded, low and powerful, "Mr. Ding Fan represents the Fengwu Jiutian Group. This gentleman, don't we, as the organizers, deserve a place?"
"Yes, it should be!" Fu Dongyang was sweating on his forehead. He never expected that Ding Fan could actually represent Feng Wu Jiutian. What is his relationship with Feng Mingchuan?
"It is necessary to emphasize that this grand event is packed with guests and guests. Anyone who wants to cause trouble here will not be treated lightly!" Feng Mingchuan warned in a deep voice.
Just now, he had heard about someone falling. This kind of situation cannot be tolerated and must be investigated to the end.
After saying that, Feng Mingchuan strode away. At this moment, it was still five minutes to ten o'clock, and the event was about to begin!
"Xiaofan, how do you represent Feng Wu Jiutian?" Bai Yifei couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"I don't know, even though I had two cups of tea with Mr. Feng last night and chatted for a while, he didn't say anything in advance!" Ding Fan scratched his head with a grimace.
Bai Yifei was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Did you read his face?"
"After a quick look, it's pretty accurate."
Bai Yifei frowned slightly, but she didn't know what to say. She suddenly felt that Ding Fan sitting next to her was a man she couldn't control at all. Being a bodyguard was indeed an understatement!
Thinking of this, Bai Yifei felt sad for no reason. Maybe it won't be long before Ding Fan leaves her.
"Sister Feifei, although the outside world is very exciting, I am still willing to be by your side and be a qualified bodyguard to protect you." Ding Fan laughed softly.
"I don't believe it!"
After Bai Yifei finished speaking, she subconsciously covered her mouth, her pretty face turned red. Damn it, why did her breath smell like coquettishness?
The music in the venue suddenly became intense, and the big screen was filled with dazzling fashion patterns, colorful and dizzying. Immediately, the audience burst into warm applause, and the International Fashion Week officially started!
Two male and female hosts in gorgeous costumes made their debut. They are both top-notch supermodels, especially the female host, who has a European face, is cool and wild, is 1.8 meters tall, and has long legs.
It is one meter long, straight and smooth, and perfect.
After introducing themselves, the two hosts announced the opening of the fashion week and read out the list of participating companies and heavyweight guests.
Ding Fan couldn't help but applaud when he heard Bai Yifei's name. As for those foreign names, he really didn't understand how someone could remember someone with a long list of names.
The chairman of the organizing committee of the fashion week is a plump foreign woman in her early thirties and the president of the International Fashion Industry Association, Kylena. She is dressed very boldly. Not to mention the skimpy tango dance costume, her entire back is exposed and painted.
Coated with a layer of oil, it sparkles under the light.
What surprised Ding Fan the most was that there were eye-catching tattoos on Kylena's back, along her spine, and they were actually weird runes.
If the pattern is wrong, of course it will not have any effect as a talisman, but runes can actually become a fashionable tattoo. It can be seen that the mysterious Eastern culture is invincible!
Kylena took the stage to give a passionate speech. The whole speech was in English. Ding Fan couldn't understand it. Others applauded and just echoed a few times. Others laughed and bared their teeth and smiled. It was not interesting for a while.
Everyone's attention was attracted to the stage, and they were amused by Kylena's funny speeches from time to time. Ding Fan turned back and looked at Cai Cai, only to see her using the expressionless professionalism of a bodyguard to cover up her embarrassment.
I can’t understand it either!
Hehe, Ding Fan was having fun, suddenly, there was a sound of wind behind his head, and out of the corner of his eye, a small steel ball flew over!