"A whole nest of birds is blocking our fashion week!" The president felt an unprecedented sense of the absurd, but what was even more absurd was that he knew this was no laughing matter, because this nest of birds could indeed block his main show.
The sudden social incident that occurred more than half a month ago still left many dignitaries in disbelief.
Just because a car crashed into a utility pole, killing a few chicks, and then the local traffic management department made some incorrect statements, such as that birds' lives were not as valuable as human lives, and that instead of caring about birds, people should care more about the injured driver, it immediately ignited national outrage.
In dozens of cities in France, huge demonstrations even broke out, with as many as two to three million people participating, followed by strikes and boycotts. In the end, over a hundred cars were burned, and more than a dozen people were injured in the chaos, almost plunging the entire country into disarray.
It was only when the President came forward to quell the unrest that he even organized this charity auction to raise funds.
Therefore, the current president was very clear about how much the birds in France could not be offended. Once the news spread that the main venue of Fashion Week was blocked by a nest of birds, the angry masses would call for Fashion Week to be suspended.
To be honest, Paris Fashion Week, with its century-long history, was truly no match for this flock of birds.
This is truly a sign that times have changed.
The president, with a sigh, hung up the phone with Mr. President, and then saw that it was approaching noon. More and more reporters gathered, and the phone at the association was about to explode with calls from countless brands and designers questioning what was going on.
The pampered president suddenly felt a desire to resign, hand over the position of president to someone else, and become an ostrich himself.
But that was impossible. He could only look at the closed gates of the Tuileries Garden, the former royal palace of the French king, and sigh helplessly.
"President, how did it go? What did Mr. President say?" The surrounding association members eagerly rushed forward to inquire about the situation. The president, with no other option, repeated what the president had said, and everyone was stunned.
"That's not right, these birds are probably fake. I didn't see any birds in the nearby trees when I was working yesterday! Besides, there are no trees within 200 meters of our stage construction site!" The foreman, Kelt, said anxiously.
"Is this matter fake?" The president's eyebrows twitched. If it were true, then the problem would be much more complicated.
It wasn't a question of whether the bird existed or not. Even if the bird didn't exist yesterday, there would definitely be a nest of birds in the trees today. There would be no flaw in this regard.
The key point was that if the Chinese person had closed off the Tuileries Garden, it might have been out of ignorance of the importance of Paris Fashion Week, an unintentional act. But if a bird suddenly appeared and convinced the French President, then the matter would be much more complicated, indicating that the Chinese person was deliberately obstructing the holding of Paris Fashion Week.
But why?
Where did a Chinese person get the guts to do such a thing in Paris?
Moreover, the President's attitude was also puzzling. The president carefully recalled the entire process of his conversation with Mr. President. The latter showed no surprise at this ridiculous and crazy event, not even any drastic emotional changes, as if everything was already understood and under his control!
"Could it be that the President is using this Chinese person's hand to deliberately obstruct Paris Fashion Week?" The president had a startling guess in his mind, after all, it was common knowledge that the Fashion Association and this President were not on good terms.
But upon further thought, he felt something was wrong. This president was not a fool. If Paris Fashion Week failed this time, then he, as president, would not benefit either. This was a lose-lose situation.
Moreover, he had been president for two or three years. Paris Fashion Week had never been obstructed or sabotaged before. Why would it suddenly start retaliating this year?
The president was utterly bewildered. He had thousands of ideas in his mind, but each guess seemed wrong. However, he never thought that this Chinese person would deliberately torment himself.
Who would spend 1 billion US dollars to buy a foreign royal palace just to retaliate against a fashion show? Even a novel wouldn't dare to write it like this!
"I can't figure it out! I really can't figure it out!!" The president sighed to the sky.
"These people still haven't reacted!" Seeing that those outside hadn't called anymore, Huang He was somewhat depressed. He had put on such a big show, but his opponent hadn't discovered it, so the show wasn't enjoyable.
Fortunately, at this moment, a savior appeared for both the Fashion Association and Huang He.
That is, our Princess Vivian.
Princess Vivian appeared at the entrance of the Tuileries Garden at 11:30 AM. Originally, because everyone was anxious, and Princess Vivian's status in France was not insignificant, not many people actively welcomed her. Many even refused to look at her.
It wasn't until the princess reached the garden entrance and spoke a few words to the guard at the gate that, to everyone's shock, the gate of the Tuileries Garden opened. Then, Princess Vivian, accompanied by her butler and two maids, entered the Tuileries Garden with elegant steps.
By the time the gates of the Tuileries Garden began to close again, the crowd around them reacted and rushed forward fiercely, only to be blocked by the staff at the entrance, leaving Vivian alone at the entrance, curiously watching the people storming the gate.
"Your Highness Princess! Your Highness Princess!" The president hurried over and said to Vivian through the gate, "Your Highness, how did you get in?"
"I just came in like this!" Vivian said innocently.
"No, I mean, how were you allowed in? We're all being kept out!" the president said anxiously.
"Oh, I've decided to hold my graduation ball in the Tuileries Garden, so I came specifically to check the venue and how to arrange it. President, you are welcome to attend my ball!" Vivian said with a smile.
"Ball?" The president was stunned. Kelt, standing beside him, was the first to react and said, "Your Highness, isn't this place going to be closed for three months? Why can you still hold a ball here?"
"Of course, it's because the renovation work won't start that quickly. There's still about half a month of preparatory time. My graduation ball is in a little over a week, and the renovation hasn't started yet, so of course I can hold a ball!" Vivian said with a smile.
"Damn it..." Hearing Vivian's words, everyone around them turned pale.
Vivian could hold a ball, but the fashion week, which was already imminent, was rejected. And now they weren't even allowed in. This kind of treatment and disparity was too much, what right did they have!
"Your Highness Princess, how did you get permission?" someone asked impatiently.
"I just said a word to the owner here. We are good friends, and he agreed as soon as I said it. There's no reason why!" Vivian said with a smile, and then left directly, disappearing into the depths of the garden, suddenly ignoring the pleas of those outside.
"That's not right, there's something wrong here!" The shrewd president finally caught a whiff of something unusual. He suddenly realized that the key to the problem might not be the President, but the new owner of the Tuileries Garden. He felt that the Fashion Association was being targeted.
"Have we offended this new owner recently?" the president suddenly asked the executive committee member beside him.
"No, I don't even know him!" the executive committee member said blankly. He really didn't know where he had offended this new owner.
The president asked the other committee members present. They all said they didn't know. Then, a designer nearby overheard and couldn't help but say, "It might be because of that designer Qu Wei from China!"
"Designer Qu Wei? Who is she?" The president didn't react immediately.
"She's the designer who designed the traditional Chinese gown and made quite a stir in the fashion world earlier this year!" the designer explained in a low voice.
"I remember!" At this moment, the president nodded. He finally remembered about this designer Qu Wei, and then he was confused. What did this matter have to do with a Chinese designer?
The president was confused, but the executive committee member clearly understood something, as he was responsible for the entire execution of the matter. Therefore, his expression instantly became very strange, and the president immediately reprimanded him sternly, "What exactly happened, tell me clearly!"
"It's like this... Half a month ago, she submitted an application to participate in Fashion Week. I felt she wasn't qualified enough, and besides, the quota for this year was already full. He also said that she caused a fuss with that Chinese gown, which had a negative impact on the industry, so I rejected her, which was also the consensus of many committee members."
"But this matter should not be a big deal. Why would someone buy the entire palace to block us just because they rejected a designer's participation? That's too ridiculous..." the executive committee member said softly.
"Perhaps... we'll know if we try!" The president hesitated for a moment and then said, "Give me that designer's phone number!"
"It's not necessary..."
"Give me the phone number!"
"Yes!" The executive committee member quickly handed the phone to the president. The president quickly dialed Qu Wei's number and said in a very friendly tone, "Hello, Miss Qu Wei. I am Tonk, the president of the Fashion Association. We just received news that a designer has decided to withdraw from the show tomorrow, which has opened up a spot. We hope to invite Miss Qu Wei to join our main show that day. Would you be willing to?"
"Okay! Welcome Miss Qu Wei. However, please tell Mr. Huang He that if the doors are not opened soon, it will be too late!"
The phone call ended. The president's expression turned ashen, while the executive committee member muttered, "President, you're thinking too much. This is impossible. Why would someone do this for such a trivial matter..."
Before the executive committee member could finish his words, the staff who had been blocking the entrance suddenly began to withdraw collectively. In the blink of an eye, more than half of them had left.
Then,
The gate opened.