Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 576 - 232: Secondhand Transactions (Part 2)

Lin Ying was puzzled by these words, not quite understanding what the wise old man meant. In her heart, she had already thought that Master Puwand was only speaking nicely and didn’t genuinely want them to get involved in Espr’s acquisition, so she began to pack up the clothes in disappointment.

"Good," Su Ziceng didn’t join her in packing up, but pondered for a moment instead. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Both Master Puwand and Lin Ying were startled by Su Ziceng’s reply.

"Ziceng, how could you just agree like that," Lin Ying saw that not only had Su Ziceng agreed to Master Puwand, but she had also started asking for clothes from him right away.

Master Puwand was an interesting person too. Not only did he not doubt whether Su Ziceng had the ability to help him complete this impossible task, he chose to believe in Su Ziceng and quickly asked the nurse to take out a lot of clothes from the luggage he carried with him.

Compared to the clothes meticulously prepared by Sister Mu, the clothes from Master Puwand could be said to be the most bizarre styles Su Ziceng had ever seen, ranging from hippie to dandy to streetwalker, and the colors were also diverse to an extreme level, from rivets to hot-fix rhinestones, which was almost like... "encompassing several decades of clothing development history," Su Ziceng said in surprise as she picked up the clothes.

"These are all the clothes I designed from the first day as a design assistant until the day I started treatment in the hospital," said Master Puwand sentimentally, he didn’t want to part with any of these clothes. After being admitted, the doctor forbade him from designing anymore, and long periods of mental inactivity induced a fear of creative exhaustion in Puwand.

Just as he thought he could no longer touch design in his life, Su Ziceng and Lin Ying appeared. Two young people, ignorant of the world’s difficulties, had barged into this pale hospital room, and it seemed that even the heavens wanted Master Puwand to engage in unrestrained doodling one more time.

"These clothes," Su Ziceng frowned, "seem to be quite picky about who wears them." If it wasn’t for the fine craftsmanship and choice of materials, some of the clothes could be called trash.

"I guess I can give it a try," Lin Ying saw Master Puwand’s hopeful expression and reluctantly picked out a few pieces.

"Since both beautiful ladies are willing to grace us, let me tell you a little trick: don’t rush to wear the clothes out, please wear them for a few hours each day in the hotel, and if you find them suitable, you can even sleep in them. After a week, then please wear the clothes out," Master Puwand rubbed his hands and picked out a few pieces for Su Ziceng as well.

The clothes he personally designed and directed the tailoring for are very picky about their wearers, but the two "models" in front of him, Lin Ying was a natural clothes hanger, and Su Ziceng had a well-proportioned figure, both qualifying as suitable candidates.

"Ziceng," Lin Ying, having a background as a model, wasn’t picky about clothes, but when she saw the clothes Master Puwand had chosen for Su Ziceng, she couldn’t help asking: "Are you sure we are going to stay indoors in the hotel wearing these clothes for a few days?"

"A dead horse as a living horse doctor, I actually have a method, but it will need Master Puwand’s cooperation later," Su Ziceng winked.

In the following seven days, the restaurant of the Four Seasons New York always saw two out-of-season figures. In the cold December, most Americans were wearing thick coats for the holidays, or wrapped in Christmas scarves. But those two Eastern women were wearing silky, Bohemian-style floral dresses, as if they had mistakenly taken New York for Hawaii.

"It has been seven days, and the gaze from the lobby manager has finally normalized," Lin Ying really admired Su Ziceng. After all, she had walked several shows in New York, and those guests who looked sideways at her could barely understand that her out-of-season attire was due to work needs.

But Su Ziceng was different. She was neither an artist nor from the fashion industry, yet she could sit in the lobby nonchalantly under the scrutiny of others.

"Actually, Master Puwand was right, clothes and people also need to nurture a relationship," Su Ziceng stayed calm, "by now, it’s about time we should go out for a walk."

"You’re crazy, it’s snowing outside," Like most Christmases, it started to snow in New York. If it weren’t because of staying in the hotel, Lin Ying would never agree to wear a thin chiffon dress.

"Of course we have to go out, and we’re also going to New York’s busiest shopping area, and then it’s time to start promoting our plan."

Christmas was over, and post-holiday discounts began in all the big stores, with waves of shoppers one after another.

Lin Ying followed Su Ziceng, feeling somewhat relieved because Su Ziceng did not insist on wearing the chiffon dresses, but rather changed into normal winter clothes, though she did take a few pieces of Master Puwand’s work with her when leaving.

First, they visited one of the most famous second-hand clothing stores in New York, took out a chiffon skirt and asked, "Hello, do you have clothes by Puwand?" Then she would show the brand label on the garment.

Clothes from a once-forgotten old designer often sat unsold in inventory, so at the first second-hand store, Su Ziceng managed to buy more than a dozen pieces, some of which were duplicates of the clothes Master Puwand had given them. Su Ziceng didn’t mind and bought them all the same.

With each second-hand store they visited, there were fewer and fewer clothes available for purchase.

Until Su Ziceng had made the rounds of all the second-hand stores in New York, she had collected most of the Puwand clothes available on the market.

"Let’s run one more round," Lin Ying saw Su Ziceng not showing a hint of tiredness and intended to make another round through the stores they’d already visited.

Needless to say, even the shop owners were surprised, "You’ve already bought once, why have you come back? These clothes are out of fashion."

"They are out of fashion, but there will never be these clothes again," Su Ziceng said with an air of mystery: "Apple is going out of production, and even more unfortunately... Master Puwand has already..." She didn’t finish her sentence, but suspiciously teared up, almost picking up one of the soon-to-be "out of print" garments to wipe her tears. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)