Song Wuyou smiled lightly: "Who said that a team leader must know how to use a tailoring machine? If I know how to use a tailoring machine, what else do I need from a master tailor?"
When everyone heard it, it seemed that there was some truth to this statement.
"I think you're trying to make excuses." Song Jiuyue sneered.
"I'm not in your way."
Song Jiuyue: "So you don't know how to make clothes?"
Song Wuyou: "I said yes, do you believe it?"
Song Jiuyue: "You don't even know how to use a tailoring machine, so do you want to make it by stitches?"
Song Wuyou: "Isn't the sewing machine also made stitch by stitch?"
It's just that a sewing machine is faster than a human, but for Song Wuyou, the degree of perfection is not as good as what she sewed stitch by stitch.
Song Jiuyue: "A car accident won't kill you, but it will make you sharp-tongued."
After leaving the tailoring department, they returned to the design department.
Because she was not rated as an excellent employee, Song Jiuyue was in a bad mood.
Adding that Song Wuyou came to work with her, she was in a terrible mood.
She brought Song Wuyou the manuscript paper she had drawn some time ago.
Song Wuyou was sitting in his seat, watching the live broadcast of the British Costume Contest.
"Just watch TV on the first day of work?" Song Jiuyue snorted coldly.
"I'm watching clothing live." Find inspiration.
She wanted to design clothes that were modern with a Generation X flavor.
So, when she has time, she watches fashion exhibitions.
"If you look like this, it's like standing by the pool and watching others swim. No matter how long you watch, you won't know how to swim."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it can pass the time." Song Wuyou picked up the cup and took a sip of scented tea.
Song Jiuyue put the handwritten manuscript in front of Song Wuyou, "Enter the computer according to the drawing, and do the propaganda and dyeing along the way."
Song Wuyou glanced at the manuscript in front of him, then looked up at Song Jiuyue: "What is Xuanran?"
When Song Jiuyue heard it, she exaggeratedly smiled: "Oh my god, you are a designer, you can't even know Xuanran, can you?"
Song Jiuyue's words made everyone in the design department look at Song Wuyou.
Song Wuyou blinked, "Who says I'm a designer?"
Song Jiuyue: "You don't do design, what kind of team leader are you here for?"
Song Wuyou: "To be a team leader, do you have to engage in design?"
Song Jiuyue: "Leader Song, this is the design department, of course it's about designing."
Song Wuyou: "I don't do design, I understand design."
Song Jiuyue: "You... well, you know design, but you don't know Xuanran?"
Song Wuyou: "I'm sorry, not only do I not understand Xuanran, I don't even know how to input your design draft into the computer."
Song Jiuyue: "Hehe, you are quite arrogant to take the position of team leader based on nepotism."
Song Wuyou pushed Song Jiuyue's design draft aside, "Take it away, don't disturb me watching the live broadcast."
"Song Wuyou..."
"What are you arguing about?" Suddenly, a deep and cold voice came from the door.
Song Wuyou just turned around, glanced at the man standing at the door, and continued to watch her live broadcast.
When Song Jiuyue heard this, she quickly turned around and saw Gu Yanhao's tall and slender figure walking in, her eyes lit up.
Taking two steps forward, her tone sounded like she was complaining, "Young Master Gu, I asked Team Leader Song to do Xuanran, and I wanted her to learn more knowledge. Not only did she not do it, she even said she wanted to watch TV."
Gu Yanhao glanced at Song Jiuyue lightly with his deep and sharp eyes.
Song Jiuyue said again: "I asked her to learn how to operate a sewing machine from a master tailor, but she refused to go, saying that she was not interested in sewing machines."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yanhao raised her unruly eyebrows lightly.
He walked behind Song Wuyou, his eyes fell on the computer screen, "Live broadcast of the clothing show?"
Song Wuyou nodded: "Yes."
"Why not do propaganda and dyeing." In the process of doing propaganda and dyeing, you can learn more about color matching, isn't it good
Song Wuyou answered honestly: "I won't."
Gu Yanhao curled her lips: "I'll teach you."