Chapter 63 Savile Row

The communication between Michel and Professor Joseph went smoothly, and the time for the lecture was quickly set for next Wednesday.

This means he can devote all his energy to the salon on Friday night.

For Michelle, the biggest challenge was not her talent, but her clothing.

Judging people by their appearance is not unique to the Chinese.

In the UK, the situation will only worsen...

After all, in this day and age, your social class can be gleaned from your clothing and appearance...

Michael took this matter very seriously.

The next morning, he excitedly came to their door and dragged Michelle out without saying a word.

"Come on, I'll take you to a great place!"

The carriage traveled through the bustling streets of the West End before finally stopping in front of a quiet street.

Savile Row, the street with the finest tailors in Britain!

Savile Row is now very famous, synonymous with top-tier menswear bespoke tailoring in London's West End, and holds a very high status in high society.

This is also the birthplace of the "fully bespoke" concept... Today, Savile Row and its surrounding area are home to dozens of top-notch tailors!

The clients of these top-tier tailor shops are all either extremely wealthy or powerful...

Looking at the elegantly decorated shops lining the street, their windows displaying exquisite fabrics, Michelle immediately understood Michael's intention.

As soon as he got out of the car, Michael led him into a tailor shop that looked expensive.

The interior of the store appears more spacious than the exterior.

Thick Persian carpets covered the floor, and the air was filled with the complex scents of various high-end fabrics...

Several portraits hung on the wall, all depicting gentlemen dressed in well-tailored suits with haughty expressions.

An elderly tailor with meticulously combed hair and dressed in a sharp three-piece suit walked over. He gave Michelle and Michael a critical look before speaking.

"Gentlemen, is there anything I can do for you?"

"We would like to have a suit custom-made for this gentleman for an evening event."

Michael got straight to the point, subtly handing over the business card of the London Express.

The old tailor took the business card, glanced at it, and became slightly more enthusiastic, but his inherent arrogance remained undiminished.

"Of course, our shop is happy to serve our friends at the London Express."

He led the two to sit on a sofa to the side, and an apprentice immediately served them tea.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a preference for fabrics and styles? Scottish tweed, or Italian velvet?"

Michelle knew nothing about these things and could only look to Michael.

"Give him the best." Michael waved his hand, displaying the air of an editor-in-chief.

Hearing this, the old tailor's smile became more sincere. He clapped his hands, and several apprentices immediately came over carrying large rolls of fabric samples.

"This is our latest silk, which we just imported from France. It has an excellent luster and is perfect for evening occasions."

"There's also this premium Merino wool, sourced from top-tier ranches in Spain. Though understated, its texture and drape are absolutely superb."

Michelle touched the fabrics; the texture was indeed exceptional, and you could tell they were high-end products just by touching them.

As for why French silk became the preferred choice on Savile Row, that's a sad story...

However, when Michel asked about the price, the old gentleman quoted a number that almost made him turn around and leave.

"A complete bespoke outfit, including a vest, trousers, and coat, would cost around eighty pounds if you chose this French silk."

Eighty pounds!

Michelle felt her breathing becoming labored.

Even with all his current assets combined, he couldn't possibly raise that amount...

Even Michael, who is usually very outgoing, couldn't help but twitch the muscles on his face.

He coughed lightly, trying to remain calm, and asked, "Then... what about the production cycle? We need it Friday night."

Upon hearing this question, the old tailor's face showed an expression as if he had heard something completely unbelievable.

"Sir, are you joking?"

His tone carried a sense of offense and surprise.

"Every garment on Savile Row is a work of art. From taking measurements, cutting, and sampling to the final piece, it takes at least six to eight weeks, and involves three to four fittings..."

"We have many distinguished guests waiting in line, and even if His Majesty the Prime Minister were to come in person, it would be impossible to receive the garment within three days..."

Now, even the last hope has been extinguished.

Michelle and Michael exchanged a glance, both seeing the awkwardness in each other's expressions.

They slunk out of the tailor shop, and the cold wind outside sobered them up considerably.

"Cough cough."

Michael tried to break the silence.

"Well... Savile Row is all about taking your time and doing things meticulously. We're in too much of a rush, it's not suitable, not suitable..."

What else could Michelle say but nod with a wry smile?

He finally understood that this kind of place was simply beyond his current means.

Hmm, it's definitely not because it's too expensive... it's just that the timing wasn't right...

"It seems we'll have to buy a decent ready-made outfit."

Michelle sighed.

"I hope I don't get kicked out thinking I'm Uncle John delivering oysters."

"That won't do!" Michael immediately rejected the suggestion.

"This is your first appearance in high society; first impressions are crucial!"

He stroked his chin, deep in thought, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Got it!"

"If we can't go to Savile Row, we can go to Jermyn Street!"

"Jermin Street?"

Michelle was unfamiliar with this place.

"There are many good tailors around here."

"The prices are less than a third of what they are here, and more importantly, business isn't as booming!"

Michael's face regained its radiance.

"I know an old guy whose skills are definitely no worse than those on Savile Row. Most importantly, his prices are fair, and he's an honest man. He might be able to help us out!"

Michael's tone was full of confidence.

"His name is Samuel Bentley, a truly fine tailor!"

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