bookrebus Chapter 1623 1618: May I Ask Who You Are
Chapter 1623 1618: May I Ask Who You Are
"Stop with the nonsense, hurry up." Su Chen urged."Alright, let me first understand the situation..." Dilasi responded softly and calmly to Su Chen, without any hint of displeasure.
Kerol was too shocked to speak, but her assistant surprisingly stood up: "Your acting is too clumsy, isn't it? Do you think you can humiliate Master Kerol like this?!"
This sudden outburst left everyone in the room momentarily stunned.
Not only Su Chen, Dilasi, Colin, and his companions, but even Kerol was shocked by her assistant.
Oh my god, what are you doing?!
Do you know who you're talking to?
Please, can you not do this? Can we just act normal?
It's Dilasi!
That's really Dilasi, I'm begging him to humiliate me, okay?!
To be insulted by Dilasi is also a mark of talent.
Because Dilasi is proud enough that if you're not up to his standards, he wouldn't even bother to insult you.
Once at a forum summit, a master in fashion design also clashed with Dilasi over design concepts.
Dilasi then said something shocking, causing that design master to have a heart attack and end up in the hospital.
"Shut up, okay? I haven't been paying attention to you because what's in your decaying brain doesn't interest me in the slightest. Your so-called talent, your so-called craftsmanship disgusts me. You don't even deserve to be insulted by me. Please don't try to judge my worth with your pathetic knowledge, okay?"
This remark took Dilasi's arrogance to another level.
To be insulted by Dilasi is proof of having talents comparable to a master.
And some masters don't even have the prospect of being insulted by Dilasi—that's the difference!
Kerol may be famous in The Sun Never Sets, otherwise, Colin wouldn't have brought Kerol in.
But compared to the genius designer True God Dilasi, his achievements are insignificant.
However, his female assistant hadn't met Dilasi; to her, Kerol was a true master.
This group first belittled Master Kerol's design creativity, then brought in some odd middle-aged man.
This fueled her inner indignation and resentment to a breaking point.
"Who are you?"
Dilasi looked at the girl with some curiosity.
"Me? I'm Master Kerol's assistant, and this is the great Master Kerol!"
The female assistant introduced Kerol with pride and arrogance, feeling she did nothing wrong; she even thought she was vindicating Master Kerol, thinking he would surely appreciate her for this, right?
But what she didn't know was that Master Kerol's inner monologue at this moment consisted of just two words: 'It's over'.
Kerol knew Dilasi, but Dilasi didn't recognize Kerol.
"You are?" Dilasi searched his memory for any masters that could exist.
But the words 'Master Kerol' were too unfamiliar.
"I..." Kerol was now too nervous to speak.
To some, he might be a master.
But in front of this figure, he couldn't rightfully claim the title of master!
This person is the true master, right?
Moreover, Kerol had done some research on everything about Dilasi.
He knew Dilasi had a clear-cut love-hate nature. If Dilasi held a grudge against him, his future in the design industry would be over!
"Mas... Master Dilasi, please forgive my rashness, I, I am Kerol, previously I had the fortune to attend your lectures, I... she... she is my assistant, I mean no offense, please don't take it to heart..."
This simple sentence seemed to drain all the energy from him.
Facing Dilasi, the famous genius in design, even Kerol felt the pressure.
Though Dilasi was a rising star, compared to Kerol's life experience and time-making a name in the design world, he was just a junior.
But before Dilasi, Kerol didn't dare put on any airs of seniority.
Because in the design world, those masters deliberately or unintentionally 'messed up' by Dilasi are not just a couple.
Kerol didn't want to court disaster.
Meanwhile, his female assistant was already in shock.
That was Master Kerol, and he... he showed such respect to this effeminate man, and what did Master Kerol call him?
The female assistant felt as if her entire world collapsed in an instant, as if everything became blurred.
What had she done?
Was that person really Dilasi?
Anyone in the design world knows the name Dilasi; maybe you don't know what he looks like.
But you definitely know there's a design genius named Dilasi.
This is someone who has been written into design textbooks; today was a fortunate chance to meet the 'True God', yet she didn't expect to offend him.
The female assistant suddenly felt an urge to faint!
"Take them out." Colin was very annoyed with Kerol as well.
Including the rich man who introduced Kerol to him, he bore grudges—what was this nonsense?
If it weren't for Kerol's lackluster performance, how would he have been so embarrassed?
This was Colin's thought at the moment.
Dilasi was also puzzled—what's with this Master Kerol?
And that woman—she's simply a joke...
But none of that was the main focus. The main thing was, Su Chen needed to attend a very important banquet now; how should he dress Su Chen?
A gleam flashed in Dilasi's eyes.
Even though he had known Su Chen for a long time, he never had the chance to personally design a suitable outfit for him, let alone add something to Su Chen's appearance.
Today was finally such an opportunity!
Dilasi wasn't just bragging; he not only had terrifying talent in design but also transcendent achievements in makeup.
Even many international stars wish to have their makeup done by Dilasi, even if just once.
This transcendent makeup skill, although known by few, was well-known in elite circles.
But Dilasi seldom acted personally.
In his own words, most people aren't worthy of him doing their makeup personally; his disciples would suffice.
If there are a few people in the world he wants to do makeup for personally, Su Chen is probably at the top of the list.
Today was finally such a chance; how could Dilasi let it slip?
"Su, tonight, as the star of the banquet, I suggest you present yourself powerfully and awe-inspiringly. With your demeanor, you can fully carry this look!" Dilasi was very pleased with his craftsmanship.