Chapter 9 — Global Livestream, Her Dress Shows My Name

The comments below are filled with compliments for Ha Mat.

“Oh my god, being plagiarized but still defending the other person, which fairy is this?”

“Ha Mat is too soft-hearted, I would have stopped it a long time ago.”

“Ha Tinh doesn't deserve to be treated so well by you.”

I was eating cup noodles when I read that article. The chopsticks stir twice in the bowl. The heat from the broth blows onto your face. This is Ha Mat's forte. She also posted an almost identical post. Even the way of using words is not much different. The purpose is very simple. Before entering Fashion Week. She wants to build a perfect image for herself. Respect love and respect. The most suitable co-star in that play. A wrongdoer is forgiven. A pitiful worm used to highlight her aura. The phone rang. It's To Niem. Her voice trembled with anger.

“Ha Tinh, have you read that article?”

“Based on what?”

“On what basis did she use your suffering to paint herself gold?”

“Aren't you going to say anything?”

“If you don't say it, let me say it!”

“I can't believe no one sees through that fake facade!”

I interrupted her.

“If you stand up for me now.”

“Tomorrow public opinion will turn into something else.”

“They will say: ‘Ha Tinh's friends saw that Ha Mat was successful so they jumped out to disrupt the crowd.’”

“At that time, the person who will be cursed will not be the only one.”

“But there's also you.”

The other end of the line immediately went silent.

“What good is it for you to speak for me now?”

“You have no proof.”

“That's just your personal stance.”

“Do you think anyone will believe it?”

The phone was silent for a long time. Her voice softened.

“So there's nothing I can do?”

“Help me track the media list attending Fashion Week.”

“I need to know which units will be present.”

“What standards do live broadcast equipment use?”

To Niem paused.

“What are you planning on doing?”

“You'll know when Fashion Week ends.”

“You say that every time.”

“Because it's true every time.”

She was silent again for a few seconds. Then sigh deeply.

“I will investigate.”

“But you have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“No matter what you're planning.”

“Don't drag yourself down with you.”

“It's been two months.”

“That day you told me to wait three months.”

“If in the end everything still doesn't work out.”

“It's like nothing ever happened.”

“Leave this industry.”

“Living the life of a normal person.”

"Is that Okay?"

I hold the phone. Hear the undisguised worry in her voice. After I die. To Niem cried for a long time. At my funeral. She once slapped Chu Minh Vien. Then Luc Ngan's men pulled him out. She wrote a memorial and posted it online. But it was reported by Ha Mat's fans that it was deleted. I don't intend to let her cry anymore. After hanging up. I washed the bowl. Put it back on the shelf. Take out a locked toolbox from the bottom. Inside are the things I've been working on for the past two months. Six pieces of fabric to test. Each piece is coated with a hidden pattern dye. Six different background colors. Six different alcohol concentrations. All test results are recorded in a notebook. Next to each group of data, the color display time is clearly stated. Alcohol content 60%. Color rendering time: 8 minutes. Light gray fabric. Alcohol content 60%. Color rendering time: 11 minutes. Main red fabric. Alcohol content 60%. Color rendering time: 15 minutes. Fifteen minutes. A standard display at Fashion Week. From the moment the model steps onto the stage until the entire performance is completed. Duration is about twenty minutes. If Ha Mat wears that dress and stands for twenty minutes on stage. Then the hidden patterns will have a full five minutes to fully develop their color. On condition... Before going on stage. She used that bottle of imported shaping glue. As soon as I stepped on stage. The countdown timer will start. The first fifteen minutes. There won't be anything unusual. But from the fifteenth to the twentieth minute. On a bright red fabric background. Each dark blue vein will slowly appear. Very pale at first. Like shadows cast under stage lights. The color will become increasingly darker. It's becoming more and more clear. Until the end.

“Ha Tinh refined.”

Will appear one by one. It's like growing from the very bones of the dress. Indisputable. In front of a hundred cameras. In front of live broadcast cameras from three countries. I closed the notebook. Lock into toolbox. Downstairs, the sound of a street vendor pushing a cart could be heard passing by.