735: Chapter 73 A Wedding Dress

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"You mean... to transform 'Flowing Light Brocade' from a classical work of art into a carrier for Future Technology!"

"The algorithm model of 'tiangong no. 1' can absolutely achieve this! Just give us the new material parameters, and we can design an entirely new weaving matrix!"

Shen Guangke's lips curved upwards.

"Go ahead and do it."

"Money and resources are not an issue."

"I want to see a piece of fabric belonging to the future."

The order was given.

The 'Iris' project officially entered its second phase.

Lingnan's AI team and Lyon's materials team threw themselves into the new research with unprecedented enthusiasm.

This time, they were no longer restoring history.

They were creating history.

One month later.

Lyon's laboratory, the highest-level cleanroom.

Shen Guangke, Alan, Irene, and several core material scientists, all clad in dust-proof suits, stood before a brand-new textile machine.

This machine was airlifted over in half a month, built by the most elite precision instrument manufacturers in Huaxia, based on the design schematics from 'tiangong no. 1', mobilized by Chen Guangke.

It looked more like a control console prepared for a rocket launch.

As Wu Ya issued the command remotely.

The machine began to operate.

There was none of the clamor of a traditional loom.

Only countless mechanical arms, as fine as silk threads, were moving in three-dimensional shuttles at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye, controlled by an electromagnetic field.

Bundles of specially treated silk threads were being woven together.

Those threads were no longer pure silk.

At the molecular level, they had perfectly fused with carbon nanotubes and conductive polymers.

One hour later.

A bolt of entirely new fabric was presented before everyone.

When it lay there quietly, it possessed a deep texture, like obsidian.

There was nothing outwardly remarkable about it.

A material scientist, following procedure, carefully dropped a drop of specialized liquid onto the fabric's surface.

A miracle occurred.

The instant the droplet touched the fabric,

The entire bolt of cloth seemed to awaken.

Streams of light flared up from within the fabric, like a galaxy being born in the dark night.

The light flowed along an arcane trajectory, intertwining and transforming.

On the originally deep black fabric, a dynamic pattern of blooming irises actually emerged.

The texture of every petal, every fluctuation between light and shadow, was clearly visible.

The entire laboratory was illuminated as if by daylight.

Everyone was struck speechless by the scene before them.

This was not cloth.

This was magic.

"We have given it a name."

Shen Guangke's voice broke the silence.

"Zhiguang (Woven Light)."

Alan de La Roche extended a trembling hand and lightly touched the bolt of fabric.

His fingertips felt the warmth of silk, yet it carried a toughness beyond imagination.

He felt as if he were touching not fabric, but an entirely new era.

He suddenly understood the meaning behind Shen Guangke's phrase, 'Above Glory'.

The glory of the de La Roche family was creating the shimmering 'Flowing Light Brocade'.

But Shen Guangke was igniting the spark of the future upon that glory.

"Mr. Shen..."

Alan turned around, looking at Shen Guangke, choked up and unable to speak a single word.

Shen Guangke patted his shoulder.

"This is just the beginning."

"Now, we have the best canvas."

"Next, we need the most top-tier painter to turn it into an eternal masterpiece."

Three days later.

Avenue Montaigne.

Inside a high-end bespoke workshop closed to the public.

Olivier Bertrand, the top designer hailed as 'the last poet of the fashion world,' looked at Irene with obvious impatience.

"Irene, you should know, I haven't taken on a new client in five years."

"Especially from... a Chinese IT company?"

Olivier's arrogance was unconcealed in his tone.

Irene bowed slightly, maintaining a professional smile.

"Mr. Bertrand, our boss said that after seeing this, you would change your mind."

As she spoke, she placed a specially made metal case on the table.

Olivier sneered.

"What is it? Diamonds? Or gold?"

"Those things are meaningless to me."

Irene said nothing, merely pressing a button on the edge of the case.

Buzz.

A faint current passed through.

The black fabric inside the case was instantly illuminated.

A dazzling river of stars flowed out, transforming on the fabric's surface into the light and shadow of Monet's 'Water Lilies'.

The mockery on Olivier's face instantly froze.

His eyes, which had seen every top fabric in the world, were now filled with disbelief.

He sprang up, rushed to the table, put on white gloves, and madly lifted the roll of fabric.

He examined it with a magnifying glass, felt its texture with his hands.

He even tried to singe its edge with a lighter, but it only left a negligible white spot.

"God... What is this..."

This emperor of the fashion world sounded like a child seeing a toy for the first time, his voice trembling.

Irene placed a business card on the table.

"This is our boss's private number."

"We will be launching an entirely new brand at the Paris Fashion Week three months from now."

"The brand's name will be 'Iris'."

"We hope you will serve as the Chief Designer."

Olivier looked up, staring intently at Irene.

"Tell your boss, I accept!"

The flame of creation burned in his eyes.

"No, tell him, this is my honor!"

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Paris Fashion Week, the main venue.

The closing show, 'Iris', was subjected to intense ridicule from the fashion circle before the presentation.

"A tech company trying to do haute couture?"

"I guess they'll unveil a jacket that can make phone calls."

"This is an insult to fashion!"

CEOs of major luxury brands and top fashion critics sat in the front row, waiting to watch the spectacle.

The lights dimmed.

The entire venue fell silent.

There was no music.

Only a faint heartbeat echoed throughout the hall.

A model slowly walked out of the darkness.

She was wearing a black gown with an extremely minimalist cut.

Under the runway lights, the dress appeared as if it were a flowing night sky.

As the model moved, specks of starlight lit up on the skirt, gathering into a galaxy, then quietly fading away.

The entire audience was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned by this surreal scene.

Immediately following, the second and third models emerged.

Some garments displayed erupting flames.

Others showed swimming koi fish.

That was not print, nor embroidery.

It was light, it was life, it was poetry performed on clothing.

When the final closing piece appeared, the emotion of the entire audience reached its peak.

It was a wedding dress.