Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 12 This design...is so beautiful!

The next day, Su Cheng and Hua Xuewei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they walked out of the airport hall.

There is no direct flight from Wudang Mountain to Los Angeles, and the two of them wandered around all night, and now they are not in a good mood.

"Next time something like this happens again, let them go to the Taoist temple to find me!"

Su Cheng complained.

Hua Xuewei smiled lightly, even though she looked haggard, she was still very beautiful, as could be seen from the peeking glances of passers-by from time to time.

"Let's go, go to the hotel they arranged to rest for a day, and then go to the program group tomorrow."

"Row."

The two stopped a taxi and went straight to the hotel booked by the program group.

After a good night's sleep, the next morning, Su Cheng washed up briefly, ate some breakfast provided by the hotel, and went straight to the program group with Hua Xuewei.

After arriving at the destination and getting out of the car, Su Cheng looked at the ancient city wall in front of him with a look of emotion in his eyes.

This is the cultural heritage!

One of the four ancient capitals, the title of the ancient capital of the thirteen dynasties is well-deserved.

In the last world, Su Cheng heard a saying, "One part of the history of Southern Henan, half of the history of China."

This sentence is not an exaggeration at all.

The city of Los Angeles alone produced the compass, papermaking, and printing among the four great inventions.

Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have all bloomed their own light here.

Just when Su Cheng was shocked, a man in his 30s, wearing a jacket and looking haggard came from a shed not far away.

When he walked in front of Su Cheng, a smile finally appeared on Ku Da Qiu Shen's face.

"Master Su, hello, I'm Tang Haidong, the director of the "Dancing Millennium" program group, nice to meet you."

director?

Su Cheng looked at the man in his 30s in front of him, feeling a little numb.

Are all directors this young now?
The rise of the post-[-]s generation.

He reacted and said with a smile, "Hello."

After all, he looked past Tang Haidong and looked under the city wall, where the open space was filled with shooting equipment.

People came and went, and everyone was busy. Some dancers in Hanfu were rehearsing under the scorching sun, sweating non-stop.

Seeing this scene, Su Cheng's heart was shaken, the show must not end prematurely, otherwise these people's hard work would be in vain.

"Master Su, look, let's talk in the shed?"

Tang Haidong was a little anxious.

Not only him, but the entire program group is in a hurry. If the follow-up costumes are not done well, then the program will die.

Su Cheng nodded, "No problem, by the way, Director Tang, can you start a live broadcast here?"

Tang Haidong was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized.

"Okay, okay, Master Su just open it, just to promote our program."

He had watched Su Cheng's live broadcast, so he naturally knew Su Cheng's popularity.

This kind of free publicity was something he could only wish for.

The pre-shooting of the program has ended, and we are not afraid of any leaks.

Su Cheng obtained the consent and immediately started the live broadcast.

Not surprisingly, he was attacked by netizens again.

In just a few tens of seconds, the barrage has rolled over.

"Damn it! Brother Su, you actually dove us for a day!"

"With Miss Xuewei, forget about us."

"I used to call her Xiao Tiantian, but now I call her Mrs. Niu, ying ying ying."

Seeing the turbulent barrage, Su Cheng couldn't laugh or cry, but he still explained.

"Everyone, I've joined the "Dancing Millennium" program group."

"I'm lost, are you here? Let me be healthy, let me be healthy."

Su Cheng controlled the miniature live broadcast drone and pointed it at Tang Haidong.

laughed.

"Director Tang, say hello to everyone."

Tang Haidong didn't expect that he would also appear in the scene, but as a director, he is a professional, and he adjusted his state in an instant, with a smile on his face, waving at the drone.

"Hi everyone, I'm Tang Haidong, the director of the program group "Dancing for a Millennium"."

Immediately, the netizens in the live broadcast room were overwhelmed, sending barrages to lament Tang Haidong's youth.

Su Cheng saw that it was almost done, and took out a boxy wooden box from the backpack.

This is used by Qingfengguan to hold scriptures, and he temporarily used it to hold design drafts.

Tang Haidong also seemed to know what was in the box, and stared at it blankly, as if he had lost his soul.

"Director Tang, can you take a look at these design drafts?"

"These were all drawn in my spare time, and there are only nine of them."

In fact, there are many more in the Guofeng clothing design illustration, but Su Cheng didn't show them all.

It's okay to take a few top-level design drafts at once, but it's hard for him to explain too much.

"Brother Su is so arrogant, he took out nine cards at once, which is no better than some people who are open to money!"

"Brother Su said it was drawn in his spare time, can it meet the standard?"

"Upstairs, please put your heart in your pelvis, do you really think that Brother Su's fancy clothes that fill the house are decorations?"

Netizens have great confidence in Su Cheng.

Everyone was staring at the wooden box in Tang Haidong's hand, even Tang Haidong himself.

He is nervous!

At the beginning, he didn't intend to find Su Cheng, but domestic designers all pursue to be in line with international standards, and they know little about traditional elements, so the clothes they design may not meet the standards.

It was at this time that someone recommended it to him, and he himself found Su Cheng's live video on the Internet and watched it.

The fine clothes hanging on the walls of the embroidery room brightened his eyes, and he made a decision.

If the design draft in the box is not good, then...

Tang Haidong didn't dare to think about it.

Trembling, he opened the wooden box.

hiss!
The first design draft was thus exposed to everyone.

Tang Haidong's eyes widened instantly, as if he lost his soul, he carefully picked up the design draft.

This, this is so beautiful!

Front, back, sleeves, skirt, headgear, all clearly presented on paper.

The whole body of the clothing is red and white, and the tulle at the hem of the skirt is light, decorated with patterns like auspicious clouds, like a skirt hanging from the clouds.

The moire slides and the water sleeves stretch.

Almost instantly, Tang Haidong was convinced.

This is Hanfu!This is the national style!
Who said that it would not work if it is not in line with international and domestic design?

fart!

He looked at the second picture, the third picture...

His expression became more and more agitated, like a stone weighing on his heart was suddenly lifted, and his whole body relaxed.

at the same time.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were also excited, scrambling to send barrage.

"Damn it, look at the design draft, men's Hanfu, there is a sword!"

"Looks like Zhiyi? It seems that there are other elements."

"Does this mean that there is a show about dancing swords?"

"Brother Su must have given the design draft according to the requirements of the program team!"

Su Cheng watched the lively chatting of the audience in the live broadcast room, and did not interrupt, but looked at Tang Haidong.

"Director Tang, what do you think?"

"it is good!!"

Tang Haidong slapped his thigh, his face turned red, "Great!"

"This is the national style!"

"It's so suitable! It seems like it was tailor-made for our show!"

This is a real master!
Holding the design draft, Tang Haidong liked it more and more, but suddenly, his face became embarrassed.

"Then what, Master Su, aren't your design drafts cheap?"

Su Cheng was slightly stunned, he really hadn't thought about it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Tang Haidong thought he was asking him to make an offer.

Gritting his teeth, "Master Su, how about nine design drafts, 120 million?"

What the fuck?

Just these nine pieces of paper, 120 million? !

The melon friends in the live broadcast room were stunned.

"Do you make so much money as a designer these days?"

Someone is numb.

"Bad, last time a big company asked someone to change the logo from square to round, and it cost 200 million."

"I lost it, why don't you call the police?"

"Actually, you are all wrong. Brother Su's Fengguan Xiapei is worth 50 yuan. Miss Xuewei also said that she took advantage of it. How much will these design drafts cost if they are finished?"

"Damn it, if you say that, Brother Su is at a disadvantage!"

　New book for support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)