Chapter 2 — Trainee Shreds Dress For 8 Million Yuan, Asked For Compensation Right On The Red Carpet

The door to the imaging room on the twenty-seventh floor opened wide. I sat at one end of the long table. In front of you is a cup of warm water. Two minutes later. Lam Kieu Kieu arrived. But don't come alone. Walking behind her is Giang Man. Giang Man wore a high-class white suit and carried a limited edition bag in her hand. Every step made the metal buckle on the bag jingle. On the contrary, Lam Kieu Kieu was completely calm. She wore silver high heels, walked into the room and spun around in place.

"Sister, why did you call me up? You're not trying to compliment me on making my dress look better, are you?"

Giang Man did not sit down. She stood behind Lam Kieu Kieu, placing the bag on the table. The shiny part of the bag's zipper fits straight towards me.

"Le Duong, Kieu Kieu told me everything. Isn't it just the wrong set of clothes? Do I need to call someone up here?"

I took a look at her. Then look at the dress on Lam Kieu Kieu's body.

"General Giang is also here. That's even better."

"What is better and what is not is better."

Giang Man ran her hand through her hair.

"She already apologized in the group. What else do you want?"

"A director decided to settle with a twenty-two year old intern just because of a dress. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to spread the word?"

Lam Kieu Kieu immediately nodded in agreement.

"Sister, you're not really going to make me compensate, are you?"

She took out her phone and opened the transfer interface.

"Is 500 yuan enough?"

I said nothing.

"1,000 yuan?"

I remained silent. Lam Kieu Kieu raised her head and looked at me. The tone began to lose patience.

"Is 3,000 yuan okay?"

"How expensive is a sample outfit? Don't overdo it."

Giang Man continued immediately:

"That's right."

"3,000 yuan to compensate you is more than enough."

"Le Duong, next month's budget for the visual department is still in my hands."

"Don't be too unsightly to be human."

I raised my glass of water and took a sip. Then put it down.

"8,000,000 yuan."

The entire imaging room immediately fell silent. The makeup room next door suddenly heard the sound of a powder puff falling to the ground. In the suffocating silence, that sound became especially clear. Lam Kieu Kieu's finger paused on the phone screen. Giang Man's bag lock was still shaking, gently hitting the table with a "click" sound.

"What?"

Lam Kieu Kieu was the first to laugh.

"Miss Duong, are you kidding me?"

"8,000,000 yuan."

I repeat again.

"That's the compensation for this suit."

Lam Kieu Kieu laughed even harder.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

"8,000,000 yuan?"

"That rag you're wearing?"

Giang Man's face also became unsightly.

"Le Duong, who are you fooling?"

"A dress costs 8,000,000 yuan?"

"Do you think we've never seen money?"

"Mr. Giang thinks I'm joking?"

"If it's not a joke then what is it?"

Giang Man looked straight at me.

"8,000,000 yuan is enough to buy several houses."

"A styling director like you dares to casually leave a dress worth 8,000,000 yuan in the company?"

"If you want to scare the interns, you should make up a more believable number."

Lam Kieu Kieu pulled the hem of her dress.

"Sister, if you don't want me to wear it, just say so."

"Don't make up stories to scare others."

"You're so shy."

After speaking, she turned to look in the mirror and admired it his feet. I opened the drawer. Take out the costume loan file. Then push it to the middle of the table.

"See for yourself."

Lam Kieu Kieu bowed her head and looked over. Giang Man also stepped forward. On white paper with black ink clearly states: Van Doan Gia - Unique Haute Couture, "Ngan Ha". Loan purpose: Red carpet at the annual awards ceremony and the announcement ceremony of Tham Tri Y's global ambassador. Compensation for damage: 8,000,000 yuan. Person responsible for preservation: Le Duong. Lam Kieu Kieu's hand slowly dropped. Giang Man picked up the file. Flip to the last page. See the brand's red seal. Then put it back on the table. She didn't speak up right away. I took a sip of water.

"So what, classmate Lam Kieu Kieu?"

"Are you still going to send me another 3,000 yuan?"

The silence lasted about ten seconds. Lam Kieu Kieu laughed again.

"Ms. Duong, the fake documents you created look so real."

She pulled out a chair and sat down. Cross your legs.

"In this day and age, is there any seal that can't be engraved?"

"When I was in college, our club did an event, and the sponsorship contract was stamped very much like the real thing."

Giang Man pushed the file back. His expression softened a bit.

"Le Duong."

"If you don't like Kieu Kieu, just say it directly."

"There's no need to use this kind of trick."

"The dress costs 8,000,000 yuan?"

"Are you dreaming?"

I looked at the two of them. One person shook the tip of his shoe. One person caressed the bag lock as if holding a talisman to ward off death. Really interesting.

"If the documents are still not enough..."

I took out my phone. Enter a series of numbers. Then turn on the speakerphone. The bell rang twice. A professional female voice rang out:

"Hello, Van Doan Gia's media department would like to listen."

"I'm Le Duong of Tinh Dieu Communications. This morning I just signed for the 'Ngan Ha' costume."

"Hello Miss Le."

"May I ask if the process of trying on costumes went smoothly?"

The tip of Lam Kieu Kieu's shoe immediately stopped. Giang Man also looked towards the phone. I calmly said:

"I want to confirm the information about the suit. Would you mind reading it for me?"

"'Ngan Ha' is a unique global haute couture work jointly created by Van Doan Gia and intangible heritage embroidery artist Manh Tuyet Chau."

"The production time is two years and three months."

"Tonight will be used in the red carpet of the annual awards ceremony and the announcement of Ms. Tham Tri Y's global ambassador."

"Cutting and modifying formal attire is strictly prohibited, structural changes are strictly prohibited, and letting others use it is strictly prohibited."

"If damaged, the violating party must compensate 8,000,000 yuan."

"At the same time, responsible for any damage to brand reputation arising in public places."

I looked at Lam Kieu Kieu. The hand that had just been placed on her knee quietly moved down to the cut part of her dress. Try to pull the jagged edge of the fabric down. But to no avail.