Other important guests also came to sit next to them. Some staff members came to hold an umbrella for Mayor Sun to protect him from the sun, but Mayor Sun stopped him and told him not to engage in such formalism.
After a while, the surroundings became quiet at first, and then the music started!
International supermodels appeared on the stage one after another wearing cool new summer clothes, walking on the standard catwalk, and showing arrogance.
The average long legs of more than one meter per person, the perfect tall figure, different skin colors and various styles, all complement each other in the sun, making it difficult to take your eyes away for a while.
In particular, the supermodels’ hairstyles are all different, with distinct layers of color, fully demonstrating their individuality, and grabbing the most attention.
Usually, such international supermodels can only be seen on TV programs or print media. The audience couldn't help but cheered and spontaneously applauded wave after wave.
Encouraged by enthusiastic applause, the supermodels performed even harder, smiling and looking down from time to time, constantly pushing this visual feast to the next level!
"There's a word for it: they have a strong aura. The confidence and calmness of these supermodels are worth learning from our models." Mayor Sun Qi commented while admiring them.
"In terms of fashion shows, China started late and lacks experience. Ding Fan, in the future, it is appropriate to conduct more exchange activities of this kind to promote each other's progress," Huang Fudao.
"Fuyao has this plan, and is going to spend a lot of money to bring in some supermodels." Ding Fan responded casually, but his eyes did not leave the stage, and he watched with great interest.
"The hair design is very good. I never imagined that hair can have so many changes." Mayor Sun praised.
Huang Fu smiled happily after receiving the mayor's praise. This was all designed by his son. Unexpectedly, this boy was not good at anything. He really had extraordinary talent in this area.
"Where did you hire the hairstylist?" Sun Qi asked again.
"He is a native of Jingyang, named Huang Yongping, who has extremely high artistic talent." Ding Fan said.
Huang Yongping? Sun Qi is thoughtful.
Huang Fu couldn't restrain his joy. Although Sun Qi didn't expect it to be his son, he knew the boy's name.
He couldn't help but glance at Ding Fan sideways. His son was able to achieve what he is today because of this young man's discerning eye and ability to lift a puddle of mud onto a high wall.
The whispers from the audience also reached Huang Fu's ears, and most of them were complimentary about the hairstyle, which made him happy and gratified.
Twenty minutes later, the international supermodel left the stage. After a change of music, Fuyao's model officially appeared.
After several months of devilish training, Fuyao's models performed very well. Both their expressions and movements were just right, and their faces shone with confidence.
This is a summer dress from the blue and white porcelain series, and it is also one of Fuyao's main styles. The close-fitting silk fabric brings out the impressive figure of the models, especially the carefully designed hairstyles, which look like various shapes of porcelain on their heads.
The hairstyle is very Huang Yongping, every model’s hairstyle actually has traces of braids!
The sides are fluffy, with a heart shape on the back of the head, made of porcelain twist base, and a twist border that blends with the pattern of the clothes. If the hair is too short, a few hairs are placed close to the scalp, which is really prickly.
The one who couldn't get up actually drew one!
How many brain cells did Huang Yongping lose to make so many tricks out of a piece of twist?
However, Dudu doesn't have a braid like Sikong Ye, and Huang Yongping doesn't allow others to have the same hairstyle as her.
Sun Qi's eyes lit up and she took the lead in applauding, "Great, the design is unique and promotes traditional culture, and our models' performance is not bad either."
"Fuyao's models started preparing very early, based on their own premise, striving to catch up with the pace of international trends. For three months, there has been no day off, and every day has been high-intensity devil-like training." Ding Fan said.
"You should have this kind of spirit, and the hairstylist also works hard." Mayor Sun said.
"The hairstyle uses traditional elements, but also incorporates international popular colors, making it trendy but not original. After being busy for a long time, Huang Yongping has lost a lot of his hair." Ding Fan spoke again.
"It is our country's fine tradition to endure hardship and stand hard work, and we are all outstanding young people from Jingyang!" Sun Qi shouted again.
When his son was praised again and again, Huang Fu's eyes were filled with mist, and he was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself. He didn't dare to clap his hands, for fear that the shaking would make people laugh.
When I go back in the evening, it’s time to give this guy some rewards!
Lan Shan was the last one to appear, wearing an evening gown with blue and white porcelain prints and dyeing patterns. Her calm and confident nature, coupled with her cool face and scornful attitude, immediately ignited the audience.
The cheers continued, the reporters' cameras were focused on Lan Shan, and the shutters sounded one after another. At this moment, Lan Shan was the most eye-catching star, shining and dazzling.
At this moment, in a room in a villa, an old man was watching live TV on crutches. It was Ma An.
Seeing Lan Shan's final appearance and accepting the attention of the crowd, Ma'an's eyes were moist, and she couldn't help but clapped softly, and murmured: "Brother, Shan'er has grown up and is promising. If you know better, you should feel the same."
So relieved."
After wiping away his tears, he saw the camera panning over Ding Fan in the audience, looking up at Lan Shan with his mouth wide open with a smile.
"This little bastard insists on following that old gangster. He doesn't distinguish between good and bad, and repeatedly goes against me. It's really disgusting and hateful." Ma An couldn't help but scolded. When he saw Lan Shan leaving the show, he frowned and picked up the remote control.
I pressed it once and turned off the TV.
With this action, Ma An happened to miss the unexpected shot that followed. Otherwise, he would have been furious.
But Ding Fan was watching something wonderful when a vigorous figure suddenly jumped onto the T stage from below.
This was a girl wearing light-colored sportswear. She shook her head and a thick, long and shiny braid accurately wrapped around Lan Shan's slender waist.
As the braid was rotated and loosened, Lan Shan was actually led to spin three times on the same spot. Fortunately, she had martial arts skills and stood firm without falling.
Who else could cause trouble?
It was none other than the little devil Sikong Ye. Ding Fan was so angry that his nose was smoking. If he hadn't been in front of so many people, he would have slapped her on the stage.
Sikong Ye pretended not to see Ding Fan, and actually smiled and posed like a model. Alas, it didn't look beautiful at all.
At this time, Lan Shan was a little confused. She couldn't even fight back. She was at a loss. Sikong Ye smiled evilly and stepped forward again. He suddenly grabbed Lan Shan's hands, pulled them back, and started moving quickly.
Lan Shan was wearing a tight-fitting dress, which made it inconvenient to use her hands. She was also the model in the finale. She just wanted to take her hands out, so the two of them showed a posture of pulling back.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them became spinning tops, rolling past the T stage like a whirlwind, moving so fast that they couldn't distinguish each other.
The audience was stunned on the spot and didn't know what happened. Bai Yifei's face was ugly. She never expected that Sikong Ye would publicly appear to cause trouble.