1171 Black Religion
Min-ho's attitude made Krystal displeased, but He's not Steve Yoo, nor was he an employee of History. In fact, she had to borrow Min-ho's hand to throw Spirit into the bottomless abyss, so she could only hold it in for now.
"Haha, don't take it to heart, Mr. Lee, I'm just casually asking... As for your design, I'm in full admiration of your work, so I'm planning to mass produce it," Krystal finished and started to examine the designs again. However, within a few breaths, Krystal frowned.
Before this, she had not noticed it but there was an obvious flaw. All of the designs lacked bodies.
"Mr. Lee, there's a slight flaw with your designs." Krystal put the designs back onto the table before Min-ho and pointed out.
When he saw this, Min-ho stood up and looked at Krystal with eyes that revealed no human emotion.
Being sized up by Min-ho like this, she was not sure why but Krystal felt her entire body turn stiff.
"Can an incoherent rookie like you know what a flaw is?" Min-ho's lips curled up and revealed a devilish smile. "There are no perfect designs. Perfection...is an imperfection in itself. If that is so, why should I rack my brains to pretend to achieve perfection?"
"Oh, Bro Min-ho is right! Boss is just worried about you, so please don't take it to heart...haha.." Steve Yoo stammered. Even if he did offend Krystal, he dared not to step on Min-ho's toes.
In fact, his Boss was really not well-versed in this aspect, yet she had questioned Min-ho's work.
Wait till she riled up this crazy Min-ho, then she would know what a flaw was. He was afraid that trouble would implicate the innocent and he would be turned into a flaw by Min-ho...
"Bro Min-ho, this design must be trying to express that perfection is a form of ugliness, and we should just admit our shortcomings. That's a kind of beauty in itself." Steve Yoo smiled widely as he brown-nosed.
"What do you know?" Min-ho pulled down his cap again and leaned back. "I'm just too lazy to continue designing flaws."
When he heard this, Steve Yoo's face turned gloomy and he felt awkward. Min-ho was being a little too straightforward.
"Then, Mr. Lee, what're you trying to say?" Krystal enquired.
Krystal was not confident. Even if there were some flaws and despite not being able to resist the charm of this apparel, she did not know what Min-ho meant. This person was so weird.
"History can produce this piece but the numbers cannot exceed 50 units," said Min-ho plainly.
"50?!"
"You mean to make it a limited edition?"
"My work is meant to be looked at, not for profit. Understand?" Min-ho replied.
"Okay, I understand, I'll produce 50 first." Krystal thought about it and agreed in the end.
After all, as long as Min-ho stayed in their company, they would have many more of such work and even if the production was little, it could improve History's branding.
"Mr. Lee, I wonder what this outfit should be called?" Krystal asked before she left.
"Black Religion, " Min-ho answered.
...
Very soon, Min-ho's Black Religion was finally produced by History. There were a total of 50 pieces, no more, no less.
And the first outfit from Black Religion had been kept for Krystal's personal collection.
Subsequently, Krystal invited all the huge fashion magazines and some influential fashion houses to view History's latest masterpiece.
