My American magical life
Chapter 817 - 817 42 The King's Game 2_3

817: Chapter 42: The King’s Game 2_3 817: Chapter 42: The King’s Game 2_3 Are you kidding the kids?

“Okay, I’ll report to her.

With her capability to become a general manager, she can definitely solve the debts of West State!”

The call ended, and Cheng Daqi shook his head.

Gru, oh Gru, your wild and unruly character indeed requires some refining.

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“Is it only March, and we’re already preparing summer clothes?”

Cheng Daqi stretched his arms while the tailor, responsible for taking measurements, meticulously measured him.

Mi’er, her head wrapped in cling film for a hairstyle, sat smiling from a distance, watching Cheng being toyed with while getting her hair done.

Hearing Cheng Daqi’s naive question, she rolled her eyes.

“What else?

It’s only an hour of your time, and it doesn’t even cost you money.

Can’t you stop complaining?”

“It’s a hassle.

With my status, what new could I possibly wear?

Or do you think I should wear a dress for my speeches?”

Global big shots like Elon Musk, Jack Ma, Bill Gates, just to name a few, aren’t they always in suits for any occasion?

“Even with suits, there are many types, Chan.

It’s time you pursue a bit of quality in life.

Custom-made clothes are more comfortable and presentable.

Resolving a whole summer’s wardrobe in one hour, how is that troublesome?”

“I think I could just buy a style I like and make ten sets of it.

That way, it only takes ten minutes to address the hassle—after all, there are only a few styles for summer suits.”

The tailor measuring Cheng Daqi couldn’t help but laugh as he responded.

“Sir, as a person of your stature, others are watching, and that way of dressing wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Cheng Daqi gave him a disdainful glance and retorted.

“Even if I wear a dress, they would find it appropriate.

Only people without money care about what to wear.”

That was a bit harsh, and Cheng decided not to vent on Mi’er this morning, so this was a clean outburst.

For a moment, the room fell silent; Mi’er’s stylist was engrossed in her creative work but internally amused.

“Sir, you have a great physique.

If you wore prettier clothes, more women would admire you.

External charm is not bad for you, is it?”

The tailor, pushed into his professional zone, was somewhat earnest, but he didn’t dare directly oppose an unreasonable client, so he could only subtly enhance the value of his services.

“Mi’er, shall I go on?”

Cheng Daqi was genuinely troubled but looked forward to Mi’er’s decision.

“Continue!”

Mi’er coldly glimpsed at the tailor, making him shiver, almost thinking he was about to lose his job.

“Hahaha, you are quite generous, Mi’er.”

The measuring process wasn’t too long, and afterwards, Cheng Daqi, accompanied by Mi’er, tried on clothes.

“This shirt is made from dark green fabric.

Our design philosophy integrates what medieval nobility valued….”

The brunette, having connected Cheng with numerous high-end tailor studios, brands, and designers arrived one by one like in an interview setup and presented options for Cheng to choose from.

He tried what seemed good, and the following customization was handled by them.

Such a lifestyle was something Cheng had never experienced before, nor had most people in the world, so he casually filmed a short video and posted it on his short video account.

Captioned “First experience, how to pose like the old rich?”

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“You’re a bit of a country bumpkin, Chan.”

The first stop in Paris was the Pantheon, decided by Cheng Daqi, after all, since they were already there, might as well check out the great forerunners of humanity.

“Ah?”

Cheng Daqi exclaimed innocently and surprised.

“Mi’er, you don’t really think I’m a country bumpkin, do you?”

“A bit, even the stylist laughed, and it annoyed me.”

Temir, this girl, did have some pride, and she was genuinely annoyed by Cheng’s performance from this morning.

“The world’s true country bumpkins aren’t those who are unfashionable and have no aesthetic sense, but those who stubbornly cling to some foolish views without flexibility.

What do you think fashion is?”

“It’s just business, and a business that involves control over speech.

How to define fashion, what is high-class, and what is low-class, it’s all controlled by people in power.”

“Real fashion isn’t just about the fashion in tiny rooms or the high-end rarity that some people imagine.

Oh, capitalist brainwashing!

Mi’er, you’re clear about other things, but when it comes to consumption…”

“Keep going, I’m listening.”

The brunet was feeling less affectionate towards Cheng now.

“Look, Pantheon is filled with many influential people from French history who shaped French civilization, making France great.

Later, like now, France became a mess.

Its fashion industry even became one of its few industries, but centuries ago, the fashion hub was in Vienna.

This is the shift in discourse power.

What really decides fashion isn’t one or even a group of people, but those lying here.”

The French guide who spoke English stared at Cheng Daqi surprised, like seeing a rare animal.

The brunette mused, having grasped Cheng’s point, but since she was stubborn, she still asked.

“Do you think any of these Pantheon people are particularly admirable?”

Cheng Daqi pondered.

“The person who built this Pantheon is the most admirable, turning the dead into an art form.

They were brilliant.”