Soong Chuyi naturally wouldn't miss it. Her workload was light now, so she could go to the airport to pick up a plane. She treated chasing stars as a new sideline, and of course she had to experience what fans did.

Soong Chuyi felt a lot better when she returned to City C. The studio was usually open as a model's show, the kind of place that didn't open for a year but earned enough to last three years.

Last month there had been three orders, and the private dress had only brought in a few hundred thousand dollars. Today, another client had come to the door. He was a little old, and the style of the studio's designer was not suitable for him. When Soong Chuyi arrived, the only stylist was conferring with him.

Soong Chuyi saw that the other party was not good at dealing with old ladies, so she walked over to save the situation.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

The old woman's hair was half-white, and her skin was well-maintained, but she was at least sixty years old, and the clothes she was wearing were not of any great brand. Soong Chuyi didn't have to listen to the wall to know what the other party was dissatisfied with the designer for.

She had been asked to have good material, the cut was right, and the pattern had to be bright and good, making her look like a girl in her late twenties. The point was that she had a budget of less than three thousand dollars.

The new studio, though not overpriced, was dominated by young and beautiful artistes, and the fact that a dress was unique, without the cost of fabric and labor, suggested that it was impossible to be cheap.

The receptionist didn't ask for the budget, just wanted a client, and then the old woman thought it was just a little more expensive than the ones that sold clothes.

Soong Chuyi and the old woman discussed and explained all the procedures, but in the end, the old woman shook her head and left.

Soong Chuyi, as the manager, discussed this small detail with the front desk. Although they were prepared to book and consult online in advance, any customer who walked in from outside should have explained the nature of the studio in advance. This was not a clothing store.

The receptionist-customer service nodded that it would not happen again, and Soong Chuyi began to check the progress of the others. Designers who had no orders for the time being were drawing new creative drafts, and embroiders were embroidering samples of the previous order by hand.

After confirming everyone's work, Soong Chuyi received a phone call and went out to the studio. The boss asked for another makeup artist, preferably one who was good at the cinema. They were going to prepare two new rooms next door to the studio as art galleries.

A lot of the people in the studio were very free, but the salary was very high. Capitalists would not do this kind of losing business. Designers, including Soong Chuyi, would get an extra commission for the dress drafts they designed, whether they were on display online or in the store.

And when there weren't a lot of orders, everyone could take out their drafts and make prototypes and day-to-days, and get a big factory to mass-produce them, and if they weren't the best of the best, they could be sold on New Tao.

As the saying goes, one has to be good at what they do, not busy. It's easy to achieve nothing. Soong Chuyi's boss, on the other hand, insisted on blooming on all sides, whether it was fast money or stable long-term development, in order to make money.

As far as Soong Chuyi knew, the boss was an uncle in his forties. He was rich himself, and he started a company for his wife because he wanted all the houses to be designed by himself. However, the two of them did not have any talent in this area, so the boss opened a company for the boss's wife. The houses he designed were all things he liked, and he could change his dissatisfaction to satisfaction. It was a small team, and the boss himself did not expect it to suddenly grow so big in just a few years.

Her father's daughter was about to reach adulthood, and the little girl was a big fan of the stars. Her brother couldn't even climb all the way up to the top of the wall. Recently, he had been chasing Chiang Xingyao, and he liked all kinds of beautiful dresses more. If it wasn't for the boss's disapproval, she might have been promoted by the boss.

The boss started a fashion studio that served unknown artists first, and over time, or if the studio could develop, it would develop into a men's outfit as well, so that his daughter could be connected to her favorite idol even if she wasn't a star. When the studio grew into a big company, it would need advertising and sponsorships for stars, and the boss's daughter would want to have a meal with him.

Of course, if the studio went bankrupt, it wouldn't work. According to the boss's secretary, if it didn't work out, the boss was going to start an entertainment company to promote starlets, and he was going to make sure his daughter got to the top.

This information was leaked by the boss of the studio. It was said that she was the boss's relative, and her colleagues were envious when they heard about the boss's great achievements.

This kind of perfect man, no matter if he was her husband or her father, seemed to be out of print. He even joked behind the boss's back.

"If the boss needs a goddaughter, I can do it too. I can work for the boss for free for my whole life as long as I have some pocket money every month."

Soong Chuyi was envious of this kind of god-like father, especially the way she could enjoy being the boss's daughter.

Fortunately, the idol she wanted to chase was not a popular celebrity. As a fan, she could see that if Hsu Youfeng really became famous overnight, Soong Chuyi would cry. At that time, she could only spend money to prolong her life. Even if she only wanted to live to sixty years of age, the money would be very expensive. It was even more exaggerated than buying a house and spending ten thousand yuan a month for forty years.

Taking advantage of the fact that Hsu Youfeng was not angry, Soong Chuyi had a better chance of extending her life. Because when she saw Hsu Youfeng, the countdown would stop for 8-14 hours. This was what she had predicted last time. This business was much easier than money.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for Hsu Youfeng to return to C City. In the afternoon, Soong Chuyi prepared several typewritten photos of Hsu Youfeng and a marker. If she was lucky, she would ask Hsu Youfeng for an autograph and bring one to her new friend.

Soong Chuyi had left the house when the sun was at its hottest. Standing in the sun, it didn't take long for her to feel her hair getting hot. It wouldn't be long before high summer arrived in City C. She wouldn't feel cold even if she wore thin short sleeves in the early hours of the morning, but now she had to wear a thin coat when she went out late at night.

According to the group, everyone was guarding a shopping mall outside the airport. Some big fans revealed that the other party would rest for a while in the nearby shopping mall after they got off the plane. After Hsu Youfeng finished filming in the nearby mall, he flew to a distant place to take some shots. This time, he would definitely have to rest for a long time after flying back. Picking up the plane was a rare opportunity to meet in the near future.