142: Chapter 143 Don't you dare take him, that's my husband!

"What kind of compensation does Mr. An want?"

"You'll have to discuss that with Mr. An. I don't know what kind of compensation he wants."

A bad premonition welled up in his heart. Jin Xiudong asked apprehensively, "What are you doing here?"

"To inform you that your eligibility to compete has been revoked. All model exhibitions will also permanently blacklist you. Furthermore, I'm here to collect compensation for your malicious damage to the venue."

Director Jack took the bill from his assistant and began to list the losses.

His cold, indifferent voice made one's scalp tingle.

"Twenty-six Royal Tiles were defaced. Each custom tile costs ten thousand, totaling two hundred and sixty thousand."

"An oak door, market price: one hundred thousand."

"An ergonomic leather makeup chair, three hundred thousand each..."

The backstage of the Paris Fashion Show was meticulously designed.

Everything here came with a hefty price tag.

"Adding it all up, Mr. Jin Xiudong, you owe our company a total of 2,304,027 USD in damages. Will it be a check or a wire transfer?"

He came to the fashion show to make money, not to give it away.

Over 2.3 million was Jin Xiudong's salary for an entire quarter.

Jin Xiudong didn't want to pay, but with countless eyes staring at him, he endured his grief and signed the check to ensure he could return to his own country safely.

He had twelve million left in his savings.

Accustomed to a luxurious lifestyle, Jin Xiudong was terrified.

This amount of money would last him two years at most.

He was now very afraid of seeing An Xin.

If An Xin also demanded a huge sum of compensation, Jin Xiudong's future life would become even more difficult.

Many exhibitions in the modeling industry had blacklisted him.

Without the title of the Newcomer Model Award, it would be hard for Jin Xiudong to maintain a monthly income of three hundred thousand.

Those brands would no longer seek him for endorsements.

The more he thought about the future, the more despair Jin Xiudong felt.

The Director and his group stayed in Room 48 to keep an eye on Jin Xiudong.

Jin Xiudong was in a very depressed state at this moment.

To vent frustration on behalf of An Xin, the Director called the Designer right in front of Jin Xiudong.

"Hello, is this Ms. Olya? The clothing you designed has had its exhibition eligibility revoked. The reason for the cancellation is that the model maliciously damaged the clothing and props of other contestants."

Informing the Designer wasn't enough; Jack took out his phone book and found the number for the president of the clothing brand Ms. Olya collaborated with.

"Hello, Chairman Jin. The menswear designed by your company has had its exhibition eligibility revoked. The reason for the cancellation is that the model you signed maliciously damaged the exhibition venue and attempted to destroy other contestants' clothing."

After the two calls, Jack felt refreshed, while Jin Xiudong's face turned ashen.

Before he could even think about how the Designer would react, the Chairman's call came in.

"You lunatic! If you want to go crazy, go do it elsewhere! Do you know how much effort the employees of the Jin Group put into this outfit? We were waiting to make money after the fashion show, but you've gone and ruined it! You ruined a piece that passed the exhibition selection! Do you have any idea how much loss you've caused the company? A loss you couldn't pay back even if you were sold! One hundred million worth of goods are already being processed in the factory. If they had sold smoothly, there would have been hope for the company's financial report for the second half of the year."

Chairman Jin grew angrier as he spoke.

The coffee cup in his hand was smashed to pieces.

"I'm sorry..."

"If saying sorry worked, what would we need the law for? Just wait to go to prison!"

The Chairman angrily hung up the phone.

Jin Xiudong's face was like lime, pale and devoid of any color.

Before Jin Xiudong could recover, the Designer's call came in.

"What the hell are you doing? The exhibition is about to start, and you get disqualified at a time like this! If you want to die, don't take the whole company down with you!"

"Enough! Why would I do such a thing? Wasn't it you who instructed me? You wanted to win the Designer Gold Award, so you instigated me to destroy An Xin's clothes. Now that the secret is out, you realize this hurts others and doesn't benefit yourself? Where was this attitude earlier?"

"Jin Xiudong, you're spouting nonsense! When did I ever instruct you to do such a thing?"

Jin Xiudong gripped the phone tightly, resisting the urge to smash it.

"I knew you wouldn't admit it. I've recorded the evidence of you instructing me. I'm sending it to Chairman Jin right now. If I'm going to prison, you're not going to have it easy either. You're the mastermind, and I'm the accomplice. If we're going down, we're going down together."

Jin Xiudong's expression was somewhat crazed, his eyes filled with resentment.

Jin Xiudong opened the phone's recording logs and sent the recording file to Chairman Jin via email, not forgetting to call and remind him to check it.

Chairman Jin was already fuming, and after seeing the file Jin Xiudong sent, he nearly died of anger.

Fortunately, he had fast-acting heart-saving pills with him, which saved his life.

"Someone, keep a close eye on Jin Xiudong's Designer. Don't let her disappear. The company's bad debts will have to be carried by them."

"Yes, Chairman."

Paris Fashion Show, Backstage Area.

Due to an emergency, one model was missing, so the entrance order for all models had to be rearranged.

Lots were drawn on-site, and number tags were distributed.

The number tag An Xin drew was sixty-five.

He was the last model to take the stage.

After registering his number tag, An Xin lined up according to his number.

An Xin standing at the very back made the models ahead of him breathe a sigh of relief.

An Xin's look was so perfect that it put immense pressure on these models.

If An Xin had gone first, they had a premonition that they would receive the lowest scores of their modeling careers at this show.

[Mission Progress for Promoting Traditional Culture: 1%]

An Xin hadn't even stepped onto the catwalk yet, and the mission progress bar had already started moving.

Paris is the capital of fashion, and those who can showcase themselves on this stage are all leaders in the fashion world.

Although their looks weren't as ethereal as An Xin's.

Still, they had their own unique characteristics.

Every piece of clothing had its own unique style and creativity.

Some outfits were wild and casual, some were full of technological flair, some were cyberpunk, and others were retro and elegant.

A few models with outstanding looks received high scores of nine.

The Paris Fashion Show hadn't seen a perfect score in six years.

An Xin's entrance immediately shocked the entire audience.

Dry ice spread from both sides of the stage, creating a dreamlike sensation of a sea of clouds.

Dressed in the galaxy cloud brocade, An Xin walked toward the center of the catwalk, mimicking an immortal.

The silver mask added a touch of mystery to the galaxy cloud brocade piece.

The sense of distance brought by this mystery made the ethereal feeling even more realistic.

Everyone had the illusion that they were seeing a real immortal.

"This outfit is truly divine. This is absolutely incredible!"

"Is the person on the catwalk real? Isn't he an immortal? I've heard there are immortals in Huaxia; the people from Huaxia couldn't have actually invited an immortal to the show, could they?"

"Don't fight over him! Number sixty-five is my husband!"

"Hubby, why did you only just come out? Ahhh! After seeing you, my eyes can't bear to look at anyone else!"

The audience below the stage was extremely emotional.

The twelve master Designers on the judging panel were all dumbstruck.

Their gazes were captivated by the golden shimmering textures of the galaxy cloud brocade.

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