Zhuang Fanxin went to the meeting with the computer between his arms. The most spacious meeting room was usually closed and a bit stuffy. People came in one after another, and it was the first time that the department directors, general managers, Pei Zhi and Cheng Jiashu were so organized.
It was the end of the year, and it was probably for a report. Before the meeting started, Zhuang Fanxin leaned on his seat and flipped through his mobile phone, and took a lot of street scenes in Rongcheng. He selected a few and sent them to Pei Zhi for a look.
Pei Zhi sat at the top, opened the message, clicked through each of the nine pictures, and sharply zoomed in on the seventh picture after reading it. Zhuang Fanxin took a picture of the old street where a building was built, facing the glass curtain wall. There is a half figure on the left side of the photo, which is Gu Zhuoyan.
He edited: "You posted Gu Zhuoyan next to me?"
Zhuang Fan replied, "Am I sick? We went shopping together."
Pei Zhi sent a series of "stunned" emojis: "We're back together Already ?"
"No." Zhuang Fan pouted his lips, as if complaining, "He hangs on to me, treats me as if he's away, and sometimes I have to tease and coax me when I bring up old things."
Pei Zhi asked: "Have you retreated?"
" Of course not." Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "I'm so excited...I feel like I'm in love."
Pei Zhi glanced across the seat: "Then you are hypocritical." The
meeting started, Zhuang Fanxin put his phone away, raised his chin slightly, and looked at him Cheng Jiama, who was on the opposite side of the table, stood next to Cheng Jiashu, looking at them together, there was indeed a blood-like similarity in facial features. Cheng Jiama also looked at him, her red lips were clearly outlined, and she smiled brightly at him.
Zhuang Fanxin was too lazy to deal with it, but when he remembered the phone call when he was on a business trip, Miss Jiama and Brother Zhuang couldn't help laughing. He was amused, a little bit of a sneer, which made Cheng Jiama look embarrassed.
The chief financial officer gave the report first, followed by several other departments. In fashion companies, the design department is the core, and it will be the finale before the boss's summary.
Zhuang Fanxin didn't listen carefully, like in the past when he was in the fourth period of class, his mind was always distracted. At that time he was thinking about what to have for lunch, but now he is thinking, is Gu Zhuoyan busy after returning from a business trip? Are you free to promise him a date?
He thought again, it's not easy to chase too closely, what to do if you get bored. Let's not make an appointment for now, he has laid out the clothes that Gu Zhuoyan made, and picked out the fabric of the shirts, so he will make one first at night. Finally it was the design department's turn, Pei Zhi called, "Fanxin?" The name he called was very gentle, making Cheng Jiashu glance back and forth, "Tell me what the design department is doing first." Zhuang Fanxin straightened his back, Entering the state, he said: "The design department has a fixed work schedule every month. It is now January, and the production monitoring of spring and summer clothing has been completed. During this period, a serious problem occurred." He successively contacted Cheng Jiama and The chief financial officer is an insider, "But it's resolved, but I think some measures should be taken, or some adjustments should be made." Zhuang Fanxin said it tactfully, those who understand understand, and those who don't don't don't want to ask more questions. Pei Zhi followed his words and opened the door: "It is the garment factory that did not follow the contract, which is essentially a breach of contract, and this is the second time." Cheng Jiama wisely kept silent, as if it had nothing to do with him. The production resumed, and Cheng Jiashu scolded her for it. She felt that Pei Zhi was just warning her, and she would give her another face no matter what. Zhuang Fan lowered his eyelashes, he understood that since Pei Zhi was looking for a new factory, he was determined to offend Cheng Jiama once, and he was ready to embarrass him in front of his lover. "Boss Pei," he moved his lips to cut off the other party's words, and let him say, "I suggest changing the factory." Pei Zhi looked at Zhuang Fanxin in a little surprise, and understood, this is to sing the white face for him, try to let him Be less embarrassing. Zhuang Fanxin continued: "The factory decides the final production, any problem will affect the supply, the economic loss is second, the impact on reputation and reputation is very fatal to a brand." Cheng Jiama said: "Director Zhuang is serious. " Is it heavy? I think it's light." Zhuang Fanxin looked at Cheng Jiashu, and suddenly rose to another level. "Silhouette is different from ordinary fashion brands. The owner is a big star and a well-known stylist. It has a high reputation and exposure." No matter how many celebrities in the entertainment industry love to wear them, they all support them. Once there is a problem with the production quality, they will not be able to cover it. It will definitely affect the reputation of Mr. Cheng and Mr. Pei."
Zhuang Fan thought: "It's just a garment factory, why bother to leave a hidden danger for your bright future, right Mr. Cheng?" Looking at his brother and then at his sister, "The general manager and Mr. Cheng are brothers and sisters, and they must be more willing to help each other." For the sake of my brother."
He used the word "geng", meaning that nepotism with the garment factory is not more important than his own brother, right?
"That's natural. What Director Zhuang said makes sense." Cheng Jiama responded, "But the factory in Fujian has been cooperating with each other for several years, and they have worked together very well. I have repeatedly promised that there will be no next time, and there is no need to change."
Zhuang Fanxin Asked rhetorically: "Again and again, do you want to give me another chance?"
He didn't budge, and every sentence was based on reason. But Mr. Pei attaches great importance to the design and development of the silhouette, and any problems in the future will be ruined by his hard work."
Cheng Jiashu's expression was indifferent, and he could see that he had no interest in the meeting. When he was called, he expressed his attitude and said: " I don't care much about the company's affairs, the production review is done by the design department, so let the design department decide."
Zhuang Fanxin smiled and said: "Okay, since Mr. Cheng and Mr. Pei both agree, then I will find a suitable factory as soon as possible."
Cheng Jamma didn't make any further distinctions, and retreated when she saw no hope. She still had a good posture, and just slapped Cheng Jiashu coquettishly, and then silently flipped through her folder.
Zhuang Fanxin gave Pei Zhi a wink, he was comfortable and clever, like the fluttering wings of a sparrow, when they were young, they were teaching in the studio, and they communicated secretly like this. What he said was serious, he said: "Samples for autumn and winter are also out, the design department will make a decision this week, and it will be handed over to the sales department before the year."
When it comes to Chinese New Year, the spring will start after the annual leave is over, Zhuang Fanxin said: "In early spring, we will It’s time to hurry up and prepare for the fashion show of the ready-to-wear line.”
Pei Zhi has considered this matter in the crew, and the designers in the department have all organized fashion shows. If it is designed independently, the response should be good. The point is, he knows that Zhuang Fanxin doesn't like to make a name for himself, so the fashion show is the most intuitive way to show his works.
Zhuang Fanxin immediately said: "I will finish it well." The
speech was basically over, Zhuang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back in his chair to drink water. After all the departments finished talking, it was the turn of the general manager. Cheng Jiama got up and turned off the lights, and when it was dark, a business proposal was projected on the curtain, which was about the product expansion of silhouette.
Cheng Jiama said: "The product expansion plan was put forward a year ago. Both the marketing department and the financial department have done a lot of analysis, and it was stranded. At the beginning of the month, this complete plan was finally made." The fashion brand has developed. Later, some accessories will be added, such as shoes, hats, bags, accessories, etc. Cheng Jiama exhibited a comparison chart: "Silhouette has made scarves for one season, gold purses for one season, and earrings for one season. The market data is good, and the earrings have the best response. " In market research, jewelry is more memorable, and it is easier to create a brand impression for the audience. So if we do accessories, we don't choose to cast a wide net, but only focus on jewelry. Market response If it’s good, you can open a separate line.” This is a serious expansion, supported by data from the marketing department, and budget analysis from the finance department. Every step is very solid, and it is worth the company’s attempt. At that time, Cheng Jiashu killed his relatives righteously, but now he supported his sister and expressed his approval. Pei Zhiben was right about the matter and not about the person, so after thinking about it for a while, he thought it was feasible. Zhuang Fanxin was still leaning on the back of the chair, his job was done, he had no intention and no right to make other decisions, the light on the screen flickered, and he switched to the next more detailed plan, he turned his head and saw the most conspicuous title—— Jewelry Design. He unscrewed the water to drink, closed his eyes and stopped looking at the curtain. "About specific implementation, we can set up a jewelry design team and hire jewelry designers." Cheng Jiama said methodically, "For offline, let's try to find a local factory to cooperate with. At present, there are three or four alternatives." Pei Zhi asked : "The jewelry design group is under the design department?"
Cheng Jiama said: "This is the plan in the early stage. If the effect is not satisfactory, cut it off in time. If it develops well, we will plan to establish another department in the future." She pointed at Zhuang Fanxin with her palm, "Director Zhuang is in charge of the design department. People, I heard that I have studied jewelry design before and won an award, so I will supervise the jewelry design team first."
Those who are capable work harder, and their net worth doubles. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Fanxin held an empty water bottle and refused: "Sorry, I can't take care of it." "
Cheng Jiama said with a smile: "Director Zhuang is too modest. For such an arrangement, the company will also meet your adjustment needs in terms of working hours and salary. Don't rush to reply, think again?"
Very harsh broken plastic Zhuang Fanxin crushed the water bottle: "My contract is for a fashion designer, and I can't do jewelry design." He looked at Pei Zhi and said, the meaning was obvious, no matter who asked for it, it was useless.
Pei Zhi then said: "Respect Fanxin's meaning, and one person doesn't have so much energy, so I must hire another jewelry designer."
Cheng Jiama said: "I just feel a little regretful. Since Director Zhuang is unwilling, then I Do
n't force it." She took the initiative to solicit, "Actually, I have a friend who is a jewelry designer with a very good resume and knows a lot of people in the industry. Why don't I take charge of the team formation?" Everyone is busy the year before and after. After the meeting was over, Zhuang Fanxin went back to the design department with the computer in his arms, and Pei Zhi caught up with him, put his shoulders on his shoulders, and asked him whether to eat in the company restaurant at noon or to eat outside.
Zhuang Fanxin said: "Ask Xiaowen to order takeaway."
Pei Zhi asked again, should we go home at night, grandma was talking about it, and wanted the three of us to eat beef hot pot together.
"Don't go." Zhuang Fan was stubborn, and pulled away his shoulders, "I know what you want to say, I won't do jewelry design, I forgot how to draw the cutting line."
I'm afraid I'll be annoyed, Pei Zhiheng turned away and asked something else: "It's the first time to hold a show in China, choose the most memorable theme, by the way, do you want celebrities to walk the show? Cheng Jiashu doesn't charge for it."
Zhuang Fanxin didn't think too far ahead. If you invite celebrities, you have to fit the design style. Let's talk about it. In the departmental meeting in the afternoon, it was very relaxing for a group of people to chat and laugh at the autumn clothing samples.
When it was time to get off work, the supervisor suggested a dinner party. One was that Pei Zhi would come back, and the other was that he dressed too carefully, so it would be a waste not to do anything. Hulala all left, Zhuang Fanxin didn't go, and stayed in the office to make the design outline of the fashion show.
A scene at the beginning of the Chinese lanterns was hung outside the window, much more beautiful than the black fonts on the computer, but he stared at the monitor for hours, with a bag of potato chips in his hand, which he picked up by accident when he was shopping for food. Code the outline, except for the audit by the finance department at the end of the year, the silhouette is almost empty. Zhuang Fanxin didn't leave, he took off his sweater, leaving only a short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, and went into the proofing room to do private work. The car drove away from the parking lot, Gu Zhuoyan just got off work, wanted to find a way to relax, followed the address book to make a circle, Lian Yiming went abroad for investigation, Lu Wen was recording a program, and Su Wangna's financial migrant worker was entertaining the investment committee. When he reached the last letter and saw Zhuang Fanxin, Gu Zhuoyan would never admit that he was looking for the first few letters as a cover. After watching for a while, he was annoyed, why did Zhuang Fanxin remain silent when he came back from Rongcheng? Kissed, touched, and fucking cum. You should go all out and take advantage of the victory to pursue. Love, love, this kind of thing is so dangerous that it can destroy a decent person. Gu Zhuo said that he sent a message to Zhuang Fanxin like a rogue, just a full stop, and immediately retracted after sending it, put in the car keys and left. Zhuang Fanxin leaned on the operating table to cut his pants, put down the powder, wiped his hands, and when he clicked on the message, there was only one message "The other party has withdrawn". What, he was like a mortar: "You sent me a message?" "What did you want to say, why did you withdraw it?" "Are you there ? " "Have your account stolen?" "Are you the real person, tell me Your first love's birthday?"
There was no reply, Zhuang Fan felt his heart smack, and he was hanging on him again! Eighty percent of them are playing hard to get! He was in a hurry to be captured, and the editor said, "I'm making clothes for you at the company, and the shirts will be ready tonight."
Gu Zhuoyan drove to the intersection, the red light, and replied after reading the string of messages: " I just got off work."
He didn't explain what was being withdrawn, and he didn't ask about the clothes, but Zhuang Fan understood it tacitly, he dialed the number, and after connecting, he said: "You need to choose the accessories for the shirt, what kind of style you like, it's best for you to do it yourself Take a look."
Gu Zhuoyan stepped on the accelerator and drove out, turned and changed lanes, and ran towards the silhouette, before hanging up, he caught a glimpse of a fast food restaurant on the corner of the street.
Forty minutes later, Zhuang Fanxin turned off the machine and told the security guard to bring Gu Zhuoyan up. He walked out of the proofing room while looking at the watch, just in time for Gu Zhuoyan to appear at the other end of the corridor.
A three-piece suit, overcoat, bag and leather shoes, from head to toe are high-level elite styles, but with a large bag of McDonald's in his left hand, and a glass of Whirlwind in his right.
Zhuang Fan's eyes were straightened, and he didn't feel cold when the drafts hit his body. Gu Zhuoyan approached, and frowned at him: "It's better to cut the wheat for design, which will heat you up."
Zhuang Fan didn't argue, took the wheat whirlwind and Eating and entering the operating room are as big as two classrooms, but the arrangement of equipment seems narrow. The freshly made shirt was placed on the operating table, Gu Zhuoyan pinched the shoulder line and picked it up, sniffing lightly, it smelled of cologne on Zhuang Fanxin's body.
"Do you like it?" Zhuang Fanxin asked.
Gu Zhuoyan answered nonchalantly: "What accessories to choose?"
Zhuang Fanxin picked up the burqa: "The collar has a little line design," then picked up the sketch, "Look, I will decide the fabric, and you choose the color. Black How about it?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Like a dead person wearing mourning."
"..." Zhuang Fanxin flipped a page, "It's red, it's a very positive color."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's like the silk of the sky."
Zhuang Fanxin Turn again: "Do you like blue?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Workshop technician."
Hey, Zhuang Fanxin put down the heavy burqa, picked up the McXuanfeng and ate it, cursing as he ate: "If you don't like it, just tell me, I'll change the design again, it's yin and yang! That's what I did when I bought a bicycle!
" For bicycles, Gu Zhuoyan wanted to laugh: "You can try on bicycles casually, but you let me choose, how would I know?"
"Then try it, try it!" Zhuang Fanxin shook his shirt away, "If it doesn't fit, I'll eat the sewing machine It 's gone!"
Gu Zhuoyan lowered his head and unbuttoned his watch button and cuffs, took off his coat and suit, took a step in front of Zhuang Fanxin, took off his slim vest, and left his shirt, he pulled off his tie, the radiant dark patterns reflected the incandescent The lamp hung on Zhuang Fanxin's neck.
Zhuang Fan's heart is no longer fierce, he is soft, holding Mai Xuanfeng's hands coldly and warmly, Gu Zhuoyan took another step towards him, within a punch's distance, unbuttoned, starting from the first button, and his broad chest was exposed little by little. Come.
Unbuttoning everything, Gu Zhuoyan took off his shirt, and threw it viciously at Zhuang Fan's heart, he often threw Gu Baoyan like this, that girl would be pissed off, and the girl in front of him just stayed there, but her head was covered and she didn't move. Picking up the new dress and putting it on, Gu Zhuoyan
touched it: "Let me try on a cardigan if
there are no buttons?"
, raised his hand, pinched the veil covering Zhuang Fanxin and raised it upwards, with a deep voice: "Why are you so honest." As he said, he got angry, "That's right, no one lifts the hijab by himself."
Lifted the veil The shirt reveals Zhuang Fanxin's face, his bright eyes are like a lake in early spring, trembling slowly and melting ice, flashing fiercely. Gu Zhuoyan touched the mouth lightly, the flavor of the wheat was so delicious that one wanted to taste it, and couldn't help being dizzy after tasting it.