Chapter 14 of "Pre-marital Love": The Eight-Nation Alliance

  "Why?" Perhaps it was a Western habit, but Metel didn't get angry, only slightly disappointed as he grasped his golden hair, his azure eyes filled with puzzlement as he looked at Tong Diao who had refused his invitation.

  Mettel is actually very handsome, with the fair skin typical of Westerners, a pretty face with delicate features, bright blue eyes, high nose wings, and a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if to convey his own sunny and happy atmosphere to everyone.

  But the dignified posture didn't last for a minute, and Mettel's handsome doll face fell again, looking at Tong Ying with a pitiful expression, his bright blue eyes blinking, "Are you sure you won't have lunch with me?"

  "The Eight-Nation Alliance." Tong's eyes opened slightly, it was hard for her to really get close to any foreigners, especially Japanese people. Tong had a stubbornness that surprised people, not that she really hated all foreigners, but ordinary friends were fine, it was just hard for her to truly interact with them.

  Of course, she doesn't rule out foreign products either. In fact, Tong Jing even likes German things, especially that Volkswagen Polo car. However, liking something is one thing, but everything has its limits.

  Just like she likes watching American dramas and anime, she is also very disappointed with the quality problems of many domestic products. However, these are all superficial, she is a Chinese person, with a patriotic heart deep down.

  In the three-month cruel training of Blue Dolphin, Tong Qiang went to Yuanmingyuan. The sad and indignant mood that had been buried in his body for a long time had not dissipated yet. China's treasure, China's culture, Chinese people's pride and dignity were all burned down by the Eight-Nation Alliance with one fire. The angry and painful emotions had not dissipated yet, so Mettel unfortunately ran into the muzzle.

  "Ah?" Although he could understand Chinese very well, Mettel was stunned by Tong's words. He looked back at the similarly petrified employees behind him, trying to make sense of the few characters.

  When Mu Fang received Mette's complaining call, especially when he heard the reason for Tong Jiao's refusal, on the other end of the phone, Mu Fang lost his elegant demeanor as a noble son for the first time and laughed out loud while holding the phone, how could that naturally silly little idiot Tong Jiao be so cute?

  Muir's office is luxurious, while Mettel, the president of the garment company, can only be described with one word - messy. The coffee table and desk are covered with fashion designs, the sofa is piled high with fabrics of various colors and textures, two plastic models stand by the wall on the left, wearing half-finished clothes, scissors and threads are scattered all over the cabinet, it's just a mess.

  The laptop screen was frozen on the scene of Tong Ying's appearance in last night's show, wearing a green long-sleeved crystal button-down shirt and simple white pants. Standing under the lights, her face looked lovely, fresh and elegant, with a shy smile that still had a hint of childishness, giving off an extremely comfortable and soothing feeling.

  "Xiao Tong, this is the design draft for the upcoming spring collection. Take a look and see what you think?" With a rustling sound of papers being flipped through, the original stack of designs on the desk was swept aside by Mette, who then pulled out a few of the latest drafts, gazing at Tong with an expectant expression, as if she would immediately jump up with joy if Tong praised them just once or twice.

  Qian Li stood by, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper. The French man in front of him didn't look like a CEO at all, let alone a designer. A designer's blueprint was the company's top secret, yet he had handed it over to an artist who hadn't even signed a contract yet, and even asked for her opinion. But looking at Mettel's fawning attitude, Qian Li understood that Minru was truly hopeless. What on earth did Tong Jiang have that was so attractive?

  Tong Ying flipped through the design drawings in her hand, Meiteer was a talented design genius, this season's spring wear was a kind of pastoral style, returning to nature with a fresh and elegant atmosphere.

  Putting down the design draft, Metel stared at himself with eager eyes, expecting praise from himself. Tong Jiang involuntarily took a step back again, feeling that in Metel's scorching gaze, he was just a fragrant and savory meat skewer. "I've finished reading."

  "Huh? Is that it, Xiaotong? Don't you feel a sense of shock? Look here, the waistline is gathered like this, and with some white lace pleats added, the whole dress comes alive...” Mettel pointed at the design diagram in disappointment, her doll-like face clouding over slightly. Even a genius designer needs someone to praise and affirm them.

  "I'm not a designer." As Mettel rattled off professional terms left and right, Tong Jiao's eyebrows furrowed, her strange eyes fixed on Mettel. The old saying was indeed correct - there was only a thin line between genius and idiocy.

  Mettel stopped talking, and the face that was just full of passion now looked at Tongyuan with a complex expression. Although it was a doll-like face, without a warm smile, Mettel gave off an air of nobility and sharpness.

  Qian Li muttered that it was not good, and blamed a glance at Tong Ying. She hadn't signed the contract yet, even if she had, Mettel was the president of the fashion company, how could Tong Ying offend him? If Minru were here, she would definitely do better than Tong Ying.

  Minru, although an artist, has a high sense of taste in fashion, jewelry and style. Qian Li was about to scold Tong Dang and make her apologize, but the words stopped at his lips. If Tong Dang offends Mettel and loses this signing opportunity, then Minru will have a chance.

  Digression

  During the invasion of China by the Eight-Nation Alliance, it is estimated that all Chinese people were both angry and hateful, but foreigners probably did not understand the meaning of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

  Perhaps many of you are like Tong Guang, feeling a sense of sadness and anger towards China's various international affairs. However, politics may be something that ordinary people like us don't fully understand. Although we often admire the lifestyle, environment, and products of foreign countries, deep down we are still Chinese, with a patriotic heart. So, please have faith that one day our country will become stronger, step by step.

  (~_~)，I was a bit sentimental today, ignore me if you're not used to it, okay.