Super Master of Female President

"Who is Master Jivis Hawkes? Why have I never heard of it?" Jiang Xiaoli asked blankly.

Gu Qingcheng and Qin Menglan also looked at Mark with doubts, because they didn't know who Mark was talking about.

Mark suppressed the excitement in his heart and slowly said: "In the world's top fashion hall, there are such a group of people who look down on fame and fortune. They only pursue the ultimate in clothing design.

Their customers are usually the president of the country, the royal family members of some countries, and the top richest people in the world.

The group of them are called old tailors, and their address is an inconspicuous old street in London. That street is called Tailor Street, also known as ‘Thousand Needles Street’.

There are more than 20 stores and workshops on that street, and each store and workshop has a history of more than two hundred years! "

Hearing Mark's words, the three women present were stunned!

In their view, the world's top design masters are generally those who appear in TV magazines.

Unexpectedly, there is another existence above the group of people!

Several women looked at Ye Fei's outfit, and suddenly thought of a very terrifying thing!

Could it be that the clothes this man wore were made by those old tailors? !

If so, who is this man? !

"Mr. Mark, are you also the one who came out of Tailor Street?!" Jiang Xiaoli asked in shock.

Mark shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "When I was a teenager, I used to be an apprentice under Master Guivis.

But because of my poor talent, I was dissuaded from studying after a few years. However, even if I have only studied for a few years, it will be enough for me to benefit for a lifetime..."

The few people present were all silent.

It is hard for them to imagine that the world's top design master, LV design director, Mr. Mark Johnson is only worthy of being an apprentice of the old tailor, and it is the one who was dismissed!

This heavy news made their minds a little bit overwhelmed!

"Mr. Mark, are you wrong?"

Jiang Xiaoli looked at Ye Fei's clothes with a complicated expression, and said, "But no matter how I look at it, I don't think there is anything extraordinary in his clothes?"

"Hehe, how can anyone who hasn't reached that level see the extraordinary clothes of this gentleman?"

Mark laughed sarcastically, and then said: "Miss Jiang, you can touch it yourself!"

Jiang Xiaoli nodded, then walked to Ye Fei, she reached out and touched Ye Fei's short T.

The moment she touched the fabric, her heart was shocked!

"Dormeuil (Dormeuil)! It turned out to be the world's top Dormer fabric!!"

Jiang Xiaoli yelled out in horror, the expression of astonishment on her face no less than that of Mark.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoli's horrified expression, Gu Qingcheng and Qin Menglan also came over curiously, and reached out to touch Ye Fei's clothes.

Although Gu Qingcheng and Qin Menglan didn't understand the fabric, they were still surprised. The texture of this fabric is so light and soft, and the workmanship is so delicate, just like cicada wings!

Seeing everyone holding on to his clothes, Ye Fei was speechless!

What the hell, the clothes made by the old guy Gives are so good?

"Several beauties, now you should always know the extraordinary thing about this gentleman's dress, right?"

Mark smiled faintly, and then said: "Domir fabric is made of a rare and precious musk ox hair.

Musk ox hair is extremely light and softer than silk, and only one kilometer is produced every year.

Moreover, gold and diamond powder are added to the fabric to make a polishing technique with a special luster, which is the fabric pursued by all top tailors.

Look, is there anything special about the buttons on this gentleman's pants? "

The voice fell off.

Several women glanced at a black button on Ye Fei's pants.

But Ye Fei rarely blushed, and was stared at his lower body by several women at the same time, which was really a bit weird.

"Can you see what is special about this button?" Mark asked, narrowing his eyes.

The black button on Ye Fei's trousers gleamed with a bright black luster, lustrous and translucent.

Several women stared at this button for a long time.

Suddenly, Qin Menglan covered her small mouth, her beautiful eyes widened, and she screamed in surprise.

"This...is this button made of Bassia black diamonds?!"

Mark looked at Qin Menglan with interest and said, "This beautiful lady, you are right.

This button is made of a small piece of Basiya black diamond cut and polished.

Originally, the Bassia black diamond was a whole, weighing 350 carats, and it was exhibited at the Crystal Palace World Expo in the United Kingdom.

Only later, this diamond was bought by a member of the British royal family and given to Master Jivis.

Master Jivis made this diamond into some decorations on his clothes. Just a small black diamond on this gentleman's pants is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars! "

As soon as this remark came out.

The few people present took a breath.

A button costs hundreds of thousands of dollars...What is the value of that set of clothes?

unimaginable!

Mark also ignored Jiang Xiaoli and others, but ran to Ye Fei excitedly and said, "This gentleman, do you know Master Jivis?"

"Oh, you said that old fellow Guivis, you know him!"

Ye Fei scratched the back of his head and said, "It's just that I haven't seen each other for a year or two. I still miss it a little."

Mark took a deep breath, and the young man in front of him dared to call Master Jivis an "old guy". Is the relationship between this young man and Master Jivis really unusual? !

"This gentleman, may I have your last name?" Mark asked cautiously.

"My last name is Ye." Ye Fei replied.

Mark thought for a while, but he didn't know which big person in the world had the surname Ye, so he was still a little skeptical.

So, he rolled his eyes, smiled, and said, "Mr. Ye, can you please contact Master Jivis?

Master Jiweisi is my teacher, I want to greet him about his old man..."

"Uh, all right, I will try."

Ye Fei curled his lips, then took out his mobile phone and dialed an international long-distance number.

...

at the same time.

London, England, around 8:30 in the morning.

Located in the center of London, there is a quaint old street called "Thousand Needles Street".

There are more than 20 old tailor shops and workshops on this street, and each shop only does one thing, and that is to make clothes.

This old street looks old and outdated. Compared with the crowded scene of the surrounding traffic, this street is not unassuming at all.

However, no one dares to despise any old tailor on this street!

There is a small two-story store close to the street. A wooden sign is hung on the store, and the wooden sign says "NO1JiweisiHawkes".

Inside, there are two young men sorting out the fabric, and three old men sitting in front of the sewing machine sewing clothes.

At this time, it was early morning in London.

The sun shines on the fabrics in this store, and each piece of fabric is shining with scorching brilliance.

"Charles, you guys give me light, this batch of cloth was sent by Domir's people, it is very precious, if it breaks, I won't kill you!"

An old man wearing gray cloth clothes, a pair of reading glasses, and a needle and thread in his hand glared at the thin young guy who was laying out the cloth.

"Master Brian, if you break it, it will be broken. Anyway, those guys in Domir would like us to use their fabric. There are more fabrics!"

The blond, handsome-looking Charles chuckled.

"Oh, God! The fabric is a treasure that God has given us tailors! And you guy dare to say such nonsense! See if I won't kill you!"

Brian chased Charles angrily, trying to fight.

At this time, the phone on his desk rang.

"At this time, those members of the royal family shouldn't call to disturb them, right?"

Brian murmured, then ran over and picked up the phone with the broken casing.

However, when he saw the caller ID of the mobile phone, his eyes widened in vain and he yelled!

"Gives! Gives!! M...Mars called!!"

Brian quickly took the phone, stepped on his old legs, and rushed upstairs.