Since he is going abroad to receive the award, he naturally needs to wear it. Although Guo Dalu doesn't want to get involved in the thunderstorm, since the old man asked him to accompany him this time, he has to help him with it in a reasonable way.

When Chinese people attend important foreign parties, they naturally have to focus on Chinese style. Especially for such formal and serious evening parties, the exaggerated clothes styles in the entertainment industry must be completely abandoned, and Chinese style must be given priority.

In Guo Dalu's view, the clothes that best represent the Chinese charm are naturally Zhongshan outfits!

There is no character like Mr. Zhongshan in this world, so there is no Zhongshan suit. In Guo Dalu's eyes, a decent Zhongshan suit is extremely capable of enhancing the wearer's spirit, and it is also full of the unique charm of Chinese aesthetics.

The fashion designers Lei Yu found were of a bit of a skill and could not integrate Chinese style into the design at all. Instead, they looked inconsistent and lacked a sense of solemnity and profound background.

Seeing that Lei Yu kept trying on these clothes, Guo Dalu felt uncomfortable when he saw that he was trying on them.

Although Guo Dalu himself doesn't care about dressing, his aesthetic taste is top-notch. Whether it is good or bad can be seen at a glance.

In order not to suffer his eyes, Guo Dalu simply proposed the idea of ​​helping Lei Yu design clothes.

At first, Lei Yu said he would not believe anything, but in fact, if someone else was not convinced.

You, Guo Dalu, can write books, film and television, and can do poetry, songs, painting and calligraphy. Do you even know how to design clothes? In this case, God will be too fond of you!

But Guo Dalu will do it!

After he designed the style of the clothing, he immediately registered the copyright of the style of the clothing, and then asked the tailor to tailor the Thunder Rain and made a Zhongshan outfit.

In fact, if you change the Zhongshan suit slightly, change the collar to a vertical double layer, the outside is dark, the pure white inner layer, the buckle is slightly smaller, and the slightest change in the details can highlight a person's energy.

Especially although Lei Yu is in his sixties, his figure is still very good and basically has not changed. After wearing the Zhongshan outfit specially designed by Guo Dalu for him, the scholarly spirit of Chinese literati and the calm temperament accumulated over the years were extremely obvious.

Lei Yu's daughter Lei Meng is actually a fashion designer, but she is best at women's clothing design, and she is a little out of her way with men, but her appreciation level is very high. When she saw Lei Yu standing in front of her in a Zhongshan suit, Lei Meng was stunned: "Great! Dad, you are simply handsome! You are born to be suitable for such clothes!"

Lei Yu looked at Guo Dalu next to him in the mirror and felt very satisfied. The old man looked at Guo Dalu in surprise, "Dalu, you have this skill and you can't be hungry anywhere! Then why did you have to kill pigs at home to make a living? It's more money than killing pigs at home!"

Guo Dalu said: "At that time, I didn't know how to design clothing. Apart from knowing kung fu, I would kill pigs! Lawyers can't do it anymore, and kung fu cannot be exchanged for money, so I can only kill pigs and sell meat."

Lei Meng looked disbelief, "If you don't have relevant professional learning and training, it is impossible to design excellent styles. Mr. Guo, when you see your design, it must be done by experts in the fashion design industry. It doesn't look like the work of an amateur at all!"

Guo Dalu was too lazy to explain, "Who am I? I am Guo Dalu! You use common sense to measure the Sa family, which is an insult to me!"

Lei Mengmeng nodded in agreement and looked at Guo Dalu with admiration, "Yes, I forgot your identity! It's true that I am worthy of my idol. No matter what I do, I am world-class!"

Lei Yu frowned and scolded, "Go and go, what a fool! What is there to admire a guy like Guo Dalu? Besides, he already has a wife!"

Raymondmeng smiled and said, "What's wrong with having a wife? Can't you like him if you have a wife?"

Thunderstorm: "...go on the side! Is it embarrassing to lose it?"

Wang Xiaolu laughed at the side, she was so excited, "Mengmeng, do you like this guy? Forget it for you, 20% off!"

Raymondmeng said: "No, idols are only suitable for viewing, not suitable for possession! Once they have them, they immediately become mortals with many shortcomings, hehe..."

Guo Dalu glared at Lei Mengmeng, "Do you still want to live in my house? Believe it or not, I will drive you out?"

Lei Mengmeng stuck out her tongue and grabbed Wang Xiaolu's hand, "Xiaolu, keep in mind your husband!"

Guo Dalu: "..."

After deciding on the clothes, I made a few more replacement clothes. Everything was finally ready and I was waiting for the awards time.

But the awards are held in March, that is, February of the lunar calendar, and it is still early.

But preparing early is better than catching blindly on the spot. After all, this is a very important award and the country attaches great importance to it and cannot tolerate carelessness.

Since there is still so long, wait at home.

During this period, the box office of "Terminator", which was postponed, began to decline, but by the New Year, another wave broke out.

"Oh, I don't even have firecrackers here. What's the point of this New Year?"

On New Year's Eve, Guo Kaishan kept wandering around the yard with his hands on his back. In the room, Wang Xiaolu, Wang Chunmei, Guo Yunxia, ​​Guo Yunqiong and others were making dumplings around the table. Raymond was making flour sticks for Song Qian, laughing and laughing.

It’s the Chinese New Year, and the chefs and security guards at home have also returned home. Now, the Guo family has to do their own cooking.

Song Qian didn't go home this year. She had a younger brother at home. Recently, she always asked for money for her, building a house, marrying a wife, and her brother-in-law also asked for her to marry a wife. Even if her sister-in-law lacked money, she also asked for money. Song Qian was very upset and simply hid in the quiet house of Guo Dalu.

"Xiaoqian, come here!"

Wang Chunmei closed her hands hard, and a round belly, like a little fat pig, was pinched by her. She put the dumplings on the chopping board and looked at Song Qian who was playing, "It's not a big deal for you to hide like this!"

Song Qian stopped playing and walked over with flour, "What should I do if I don't hide? I have transferred more than three million yuan to my family. This money is enough in the countryside, right? They are always unsatisfied now. Now my brother is still going to be my agent in Beijing and wants me to buy a house in Beijing. How can I have such great ability? I'd better hide first!"

Guo Yunxia raised her eyebrows and said, "Forget it, your brother, strangled to death! Your parents are really good, this is too partial!"

Song Qian shook her head and said, "My parents are very good. If they treat me badly, I will not be able to attend the music school at all. The money I used to go to school at the beginning was pieced together, which was not easy!"

She sighed, with a sad face, "It's just that my younger brother can't help him. He has just graduated from elementary school and doesn't know anything. He can't speak Mandarin. What do you think he can do when he comes to Beijing? Is the agent so easy to be a good agent? Besides, I am a contracted employee of Tianxi Film and Television. The agents and other agents are all equipped by the company. How can I have the right to designate them?"

"The family members are better. I can help you as long as I can, but the villagers also borrow money from me. Some people who are not close to each other come to me to borrow money, and I don't know them!"

Song Qian was a little sad, "I donated one million yuan to the village to build roads, but they still thought it was too little. What should I do?"
Chapter completed!