"Yes, custom dressmaking."
A thin woman in her early forties heard Lord White Fox speak and was not surprised at all, but smiled and explained to him:
"We are Miss Lin's makeup team. Customizing ladies' dresses is relatively complicated. It's more about needing us to tailor the clothing to fit Miss Lin's figure perfectly..."
Lin Ying, although not particularly concerned about the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, also knew that the Lin Manor's Mid-Autumn banquet would stir up a storm.
However, the necessary etiquette still had to be maintained. As the chairwoman of Lin Group Holding Company, attending in formal wear was a must.
And attending in formal wear requires a suitable dress.
Men's suits only require measurements, fabric choices, and style selection, but ladies' dresses are different. To perfectly fit the wearer's figure and appear appropriate,
ladies' dresses are generally sewn on-site by a team led by a tailor before the banquet begins. Only by sewing on-site can the dress perfectly fit the figure, and the dress is not taken off afterward but is disassembled by the tailor.
"Wow—"
Ansheng showed an expression of understanding and marveled to himself, secretly thinking, "As expected of Miss Lin, my useless knowledge about the rich continues to grow... "
"By the way, Miss Lin, the little customer you mentioned earlier, are you referring to Lord White Fox?" The female tailor, after jotting down the measurement data on a special pattern chart, squatted slightly and looked up at Miss Lin to ask.
The members of the makeup team all knew about the existence of Lord White Fox.
Things like his rolling carpet, modified saddlebag, and some garment maintenance were requested by Housekeeper Lin for them to choose the appropriate materials, which Housekeeper Lin would then review before deciding on purchasing or custom ordering.
Texture and comfort don't come from expensive materials but from selecting based on occasion and suitable matching.
"Do I also have a part in this?"
Looking at the hand holding his little paw, Ansheng was slightly stunned, finding it truly hard to imagine what use a white fox in suit and tie would be.
He didn't need to network or work, and if he wore one, it might look like he was selling insurance or real estate.
"Actually, it doesn't need to be that troublesome..."
"I feel my most handsome moment is when I stand on two legs holding Chicago typewriters, and it would look very cool if there's a black bag pinned to my chest."
"Huh? Doesn't that... look like Rambo?" The female tailor was taken aback, asking, "Does the look need to be that tough?"
Seeing a fox, usually cute and whimpering, expressing a fondness for a rugged tough-guy style left the tailors dumbfounded, unsure of what decision to make, they looked to Lin Ying.
Lin Ying gently nodded, indicating to listen to the little fox.
Though Lord White Fox was tiny, Lin Ying had witnessed him wielding dual war hammers against meatballs, clearly understanding his tough-guy dreams....
But honestly speaking.
Having seen Lord White Fox in his beastman form, Lin Ying did not think he would be much of a tough guy if he reverted to his original form after reaching the [Initial Level].
A fox.
Every move looked playful, and even its whimper was a charming melody.
...
"Well, we will take our leave first. We will rush out the dress in a few days."
After measuring Lord White Fox, the two tailors bade farewell to Lin Ying, preparing to return to the workshop to make the dress.
During Lord White Fox's measurement, Lin Ying returned to the walk-in closet and changed into a set of home pajamas, nodded gently to the tailors, and saw them off.
"Lord White Fox."
"There's something I don't know if I should seek your help with..."
Back in the bedroom, Lin Ying took a glass of milk from the small living room and poured a cup of icy soda.
"What can't be said? If it's something I can help with, I certainly won't refuse."
Ansheng, sitting on the sofa, drank a mouthful of cold soda to make up for the carbonated drinks he tried but failed to get at the ancestral hall banquet, and said, full of comfort.
"I want to eliminate a traitor," Lin Ying told Ansheng.
"Hmm?"
Hearing what Lin Ying wanted to ask of him, Ansheng's expression froze, tilting his head, he asked, "Could he have violated some heavenly rules?"
Lin Ying opened up and told Lord White Fox the entire situation, all the cause and effect.
The little foreigner that Grandmaster Lin asked her to receive had arrived in Changxi Town yesterday.
During this period, Lin Ying had tested him and inquired about some matters.
First, she ruled out the possibility that the mixed-blood might be Grandmaster Lin's disguise returning to Xia Country.
She had studied abroad in America since junior high, returning with a master's degree in economics, having been by Grandmaster Lin's side all the while for learning.
Grandmaster Lin had a conservative character, was steady in his deeds, never spoke during tasks, and was even devoid of humor.
One is one, and two is two.
Although the mixed-blood named Lin Zhe did not admit he was of Grandmaster Lin's bloodline,
he was thoroughly arrogant and impolite, with a bias and sense of superiority towards the Xia Country Lin family.
He seemed like he was doing them a favor.
Of course.
If it were only this, Lin Ying wouldn't even have thoughts of emotional fluctuations in her current state.
"Lin Zhe's thoughts are deep, but he's somewhat eager, like a gambler trying to find a startup path fresh out of the box."
Lin Ying slowly spoke, "The Xia Country Lin family, although always the weakest of the five branches, is a safe haven built with money, along with certain unspeakable matters, and we're responsible for safeguarding items equivalent to over 30 billion US dollars belonging to the other Lin branches."
"Lin Zhe claimed to be back to find his roots, but his real aim should be to leverage those assets for coercion, bribery to gain favor with the American Lin family..."
Some things didn't need to be said explicitly; they could be felt just from attitudes.
Additionally, from background checks conducted by American Lin family kin on Lin Zhe, it wasn't hard to deduce his thoughts and intentions.
"Are you planning to clean up internal threats?" After listening to Lin Ying's account and analysis, Ansheng asked with a strange expression.
"Rules are rules, without the clan chief's seal approval, not even we can dispose or use those things," Lin Ying said, "It's not just about the Xia Country Lin; it concerns the Xia Country network and 80,000 jobs."
"And the reputation we built..."
"Perhaps he just wants to take shortcuts and won't affect Lin's strategy, but he wants to start this precedence. Even though his identity hasn't been publicized, according to what my cousin in America says, people have speculations..."
As she said this, Lin Ying's expression shifted, thinking about her family affairs and matters her uncle, the next American Lin heir, told her.
All led to one answer.
Get rid of him.
Lin Ying was indeed nostalgic because the identity of Grandmaster Lin's progeny continued influencing her decisions.
"Hmm..."
"Don't dwell on it, I'll call the Security Bureau later, check if he's broken any laws, and if he has, send him in to pick up the soap." Ansheng, seeing Lin Ying's emotional turmoil, sat directly on Lin Ying's lap and poked her cheek with his paw:
"Where's Lin Zhe; let me see what he's like."
"He complains that it's small here, playing with dogs at the village gate."
"At the village gate... playing with dogs?" Ansheng was shocked.