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Chapter 59: Gu Zhuoyan looked at the door

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Zhuang Fanxin walked around the silhouette, familiar with the environment, and went to the personnel department to ask for a complete list, and received a call from Pei Zhi in the middle.

"It's alright, just keep busy." He said, "By the way, send me your home address, and I'll come over if my grandmother has something to do at home alone."

After talking on the phone, Zhuang Fanxin turned back to the design department. From the distance between the door and the office, he felt that he was being looked at from head to toe. Everyone pays attention to him silently and quietly, with what he looks like and what he wears, his posture and expression, and even want to see through this layer of human skin how much he has in his stomach, how much ability and how much talent he has.

As the door to the office closed, it stopped. Zhuang Fan took a breath and poured half a glass of white water. The excessive dryness in the north made him a little uncomfortable.

The supervisor knocked on the door and came in, holding a stack of folders, and said, "Director Zhuang, this is the information you asked for. The paper documents are here, and I have sent many others to your mailbox."

"Thank you." Zhuang Fanxin spoke politely without any soul, "I have to trouble you with this matter, it's hard work."

He meant something, these things should be done by the assistant, but unfortunately the assistant didn't do it well. The supervisor understood clearly, took two steps closer and asked, "The assistant for you is an intern who doesn't know anything. Do you want to arrange another one?"

As the supervisor, he was in charge of this, so he could just change it and send it. It was because of the intern arranged by the general manager Cheng Jiama, so he did not dare to make an assertion. And Zhuang Fanxin was someone whom the boss Pei Zhi had brought in, so it was not easy to offend him, so he asked Zhuang Fanxin what he meant and let Zhuang Fanxin decide.

Zhuang Fan knew it well, but he didn't say, "It's okay, that kid is fine."

The main channel: "That's good, Xiaowen is also designed by the eight classics, and he is a good person." Step back, "Then I'm going out, you need to call me again."

Everything is difficult at the beginning, just look at the documents stacked on the table and understand, Zhuang Fan thought after a moment, was it correct to promise Pei Zhi at first

However, although he had a headache at the moment, he did not regret it.

Friends are more important than the original job, and I have been used to lingering around in recent years. There is also this city, and I have long wanted to come and see it. Zhuang Fan's heart cast aside all his thoughts and plunged into the pile of documents.

To put it in simple terms, the finance department manages the accounts, the sales department manages the goods, and the advertising department is responsible for publicity and promotion, and the functions are relatively unified. The core department of a fashion company, the design department, has a much more complex personnel composition. Designers, assistant designers, tailors, fabric engineers, graders... Seven or eight categories are all here, which contribute to the production of a garment.

Zhuang Fanxin made a high-profile appearance, and now he can do things with peace of mind.

He carefully understood all aspects, but the superficial introduction was still not enough. He looked at the style of each designer's work, turned over the attendance records, wrote down the approximate work efficiency of the proofer, and even extracted and archived fabrics for several months to ponder the fabric designer. changes in materials.

Unconsciously, it was almost four o'clock, and I forgot to eat lunch. Zhuang Fanxin ignored his hunger and felt his eyes were sore. He took out the eye drops he carried with him from his bag, put a drop on his face, closed his eyes for a while and pressed the inside line.

What is the name of the intern? He forgot: "Come here."

Wen Lin came in and couldn't help staring at Zhuang Fan for a second, before being flickered by those wet eyes like tears. "Director, are you looking for me?" he said slowly.

Zhuang Fanxin instructed: "Count the number of people, order some afternoon tea for my colleagues to eat." He said to take the wallet, but with a bang, the boy had closed the door and went out to count people.

Zhuang Fanxin called out Wen Lin's resume, and if he didn't do well, he would end the internship as soon as possible and let him find another job. At a glance, good guy, he has been painting since elementary school and studying fashion design in France. Although his works are not good, he is not bad just after graduation.

When the afternoon tea was delivered, people from the office came out one after another, and Zhuang Fanxin went out to eat with everyone. When he invited guests, everyone's nervousness of secret observation dissipated, a joke or two was played, and the atmosphere became relaxed.

Xiaoen Xiaohui is the most basic way to win people's hearts. Zhuang Fanxin doesn't really mean that, mainly because he wants to find a reason to sit down and make a note of who is who.

Designers don't have to work every day, buyers and researchers are almost absent, and the sampler team leader is on a business trip. Zhuang Fanxin silently remembered and prepared to invite the absent few next time.

After filling his belly, Zhuang Fanxin went back to the office to sort out. He was new here, and everything was complicated. When he put on the cap, it was as dark as ink, and it seemed like it was late at night when he got off work.

I didn't do anything substantive that day, but I was very troubled. Before leaving, Zhuang Fanxin forgot to call a car, left the silhouette building and stopped on the side of the road to wave.

During the busy period, there were basically no empty cars in sight, just in time for the familiar roar of the engine, and the Pagani supercar I saw in the morning passed in front of me and stopped.

The window dropped, Wen Lin sat in the driver's seat and probed: "Director, are you waiting for someone to take a taxi?"

Zhuang Fan's heart suddenly felt evil. Has my country's economy developed so fast? College students who have just graduated are running supercars? Leaning over slightly, he replied, "Take a taxi."

"It's hard to fight at peak times." Wen Lin unlocked, "I'll send it to you."

Zhuang Fanxin completely succumbed to the knife-like northwesterly wind, got into the car, and fell into the cramped carriage from the wide roadside, just fastened his seat belt, the whole supercar jumped out at a super speed.

Wen Lin asked, "Director, where are you going?"

"Sophie Hotel." Zhuang Fanxin said.

"Ah... Then I have to turn around." Wen Lin looked ahead and turned the steering wheel at the intersection.

Zhuang Fanxin realized that the other party was the same as in the daytime. He was neither stubborn nor clingy. Even if he was galloping on the road, he pursed his lips tightly, looking like a novice who just got his driver's license. He asked one more question: "How many years have you been driving?"

"Three years." Wen Lin gave him a quick look, "What's the matter, Director?"

Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "No, why are you nervous?"

"I'm a little afraid of you." Wen Lin whispered.

Zhuang Fanxin probably understood that he made a high-profile appearance today, even a little exaggerated, so it felt difficult to get along with. He did it on purpose. His grandfather said that whether a person can lead others is a vulgar saying, a powerful force is very important, and other talents are added to evolve into "majesty".

Besides, in the future, he will help Pei Zhi to take care of the design department together, there must be a black-faced person, right

Seeing that Zhuang Fan remained silent, Wen Lin became more and more uneasy: "Director, I asked three questions today... Will you let me go through the probationary period?"

Zhuang Fanxin also turned his head to look at Wen Lin quickly. For some reason, he saw himself in a trance from many years ago, procrastinating, cowardly, mumbling in a low voice, very similar.

He didn't answer the other party's words. Whether he can stay depends on his performance. If he is qualified, he will stay. If he fails, he will go home to his parents for comfort. Thinking of the resume, he said, "You studied fashion design, the school is good, how can you be an ordinary assistant?"

Wen Lin pouted: "I applied to be an assistant designer, but I don't know how to arrange it, so I became a designer assistant."

Zhuang Fan laughed heartily, the child in front of him was coddled, driving a famous car, wearing a famous brand, and casually ordering an afternoon tea for a colleague cost several thousand yuan, a typical young master from a rich family. He couldn't help but wonder, since he was pampered, he would be willing to work as an assistant

Wen Lin said: "When I was a student, I liked silhouettes very much. I bought clothes designed by Teacher Pei for every season of silhouettes. Besides, I don't care about the salary. Anyway, it's not enough to maintain the car."

Anything that is contaminated with personal aesthetics should resonate. Boya Yuzi is about music, art, and design. When you meet someone you like, you will pay attention, appreciate and even try to get closer.

After chatting a few words and arriving at the Sophie Hotel, Zhuang Fan said, "You don't need to drive in, just pull over and park."

Wen Lin complied, stopped and smiled obediently: "Director, see you tomorrow."

Zhuang Fanxin unfastened his seatbelt, and he jumped so violently that he felt motion sickness and vomited.

As soon as the car door was closed, Wen Lin's cell phone rang. He answered the call from an unfamiliar local number and waved to Zhuang Fanxin through the windshield.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"Hello, I'm Gu Zhuoyan."

Wen Lin was brought back to his senses by the slightly lowered voice, and he turned from the previous nervousness into a new nervousness. When introducing himself, he seemed stupid: "Ah, Brother Yan, Yan, I'm Wen Lin."

The two exchanged a few words, and when the embarrassment grew, a low laugh floated from the phone, faint, probably feeling helpless and absurd. Wen Lin held the steering wheel: "Brother Yan, if you don't have time, forget it..."

Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Which day are you free these few nights?"

"I have both." Wen Lin said. He also felt that the arrangement of his parents was too nonsense. It was a knife to stretch his head and shrink his head. He might as well be more cheerful, "Can I do it tomorrow night?"

"Okay." Gu Zhuoyan agreed, "I will inform you of the location."

Talking about private appointments, Gu Zhuoyan put on his jacket and went to public appointments. GSG started out in the real estate business, and then made multiple investments, large sales, and many business partners and allies. There is always something to talk about.

In the past two years, Gu Zhuoyan has understood that Gu Shibo and Xue Manzi had not been easy in the past. Many occasions were indeed inseparable, and many tasks could not be delayed for a second. Speaking of drinking bars, he doesn't like to drink that much, so he can't help socializing, and he pays attention to drinking wine.

It was almost midnight, and Gu Zhuoyan didn't inform Wen Lin anymore, it was too late.

Zhuang Fanxin still hadn't slept, and finally read the information with the computer in his arms. He lay down and clicked on a listing website at will. He couldn't always stay in a hotel, and he had to rent a house as soon as possible.

The man was sleepy and the horse was tired and his hands cramped. The mobile phone hit his face and hit the button on his body. When he closed his eyes, it automatically shut down.

Zhuang Fanxin booked a one-week pick-up service, commuted neatly in the early morning, and when the sun was shining, he dared to wear a thin denim, and his ankles were looming, and he rubbed his thighs all the way in the car. It's so fucking cold.

He was familiar with each other once, and when he showed up the next day, he was more familiar than yesterday, and everyone in the design department was much more enthusiastic.

Zhuang Fanxin handed over the project at hand to Pei Zhi, and was sorting it out. Wen Lin arrived ten minutes late, knocked on the door and took the initiative to take the job: "Director, do you have any orders?"

Zhuang Fanxin said: "Send my entry materials to the personnel department."

Wen Lin took the materials and left, went to the personnel department to finish the work, and got a call from Gu Zhuoyan as soon as he got out of the elevator. He had no sense of being a clerk, so he walked into the design department and went back to his seat after talking on a private phone call, completely unaware that the supervisor gave him a blank look.

"Brother Yan?" he said, "I just went to work."

Gu Zhuoyan said, "Have you found a job?"

"Well, intern." Wen Lin suddenly became interested and wanted to tell Gu Zhuoyan that he was working in silhouette, and also wanted to chat with others about this favorite brand.

However, Gu Zhuoyan didn't have that understanding, so he said in the next sentence: "At 7:30 in the evening, Weijing Restaurant 6037."

Wen Lin tore off a post-it note and wrote it down. Someone slapped him on the shoulder and turned to see that it was Zhuang Fanxin. At this time, Gu Zhuoyan had already said "goodbye" on his phone.

"Goodbye." He ended the call, "Director, are you calling me?"

Zhuang Fanxin found out that there was one less test report on accessories for ready-to-wear. The sampler, Team Leader Cao, was in charge. He was on a business trip and went to the factory below. He contacted him and flew back to the city in the evening. He intends to have a meal with the other party directly, and besides the report, there are other issues he wants to talk about.

But they were not familiar with each other. Zhuang Fan asked, "Is there a good restaurant?"

Wen Lin's mind was empty for a while, and he answered smoothly, "Weijing Restaurant."

Zhuang Fanxin said, "Make a reservation at 7:30 pm."

Wen Lin had to accept it, called to reserve a seat, and tore off another post-it note, 6073.

Before he could deliver it to Zhuang Fanxin, another designer Xu called him and assigned him a little bit of design work, saying that it was Director Zhuang's intention. He was overjoyed. He didn't expect to start designing so soon, and he couldn't help but imagine that the clothes he designed were affixed with the brands he liked.

Excited for a long time, Wen Lin opened the door ten minutes later: "Director, I made coffee for you." When he brought it in, he said gratefully, "Thank you Director for appreciating me and giving me this opportunity."

Zhuang Fan didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, he didn't appreciate it, he just thanked him for giving him a ride last night. The hot coffee was steaming, and he tore off the note attached to the cup, which read, Weijing Restaurant 6037.

I didn't catch my breath all day. During the lunch break, Zhuang Fanxin and Pei Zhi chatted for a long time about the design at hand. He didn't move all afternoon, and when he was about to get off work, Cheng Jiama came over and wanted to wash the dust for him.

Zhuang Fanxin naturally refused, and left work at 6:30. The way to the restaurant was congested, but fortunately, the plane of the team leader Cao arrived late.

Gu Zhuoyan had already parked the car, the restaurant was ordered by the secretary, he hadn't tried it, and only after going up did he realize that it was decorated in new Chinese style. In the room, there are celadon and white plums, gauze lantern pillows, a small folding screen with butterflies in love with flowers, and tables and chairs are all elegantly held.

As soon as he was seated, Wen Lin called and was left to work overtime by the designer, so he could not leave for the time being. Overtime in the design industry is a common occurrence, but Gu Zhuoyan didn’t say anything, and felt slightly relieved.

He first ordered a pot of tea to drink, hot, and moved to the sofa to watch the chess game on the coffee table. Next to the chessboard was Ben Jiemener's "Six Records of a Floating Life". He wandered around the room happily, hoping that Wen Lin would come later.

The door opened, and the waiter brought two trays of refreshments, put them aside, and then exited.

As soon as the door closed, it seemed to open again.

Gu Zhuoyan looked at the door, couldn't see clearly, and vaguely recognized that he was thin.

Zhuang Fanxin came with the cold wind and was led to 6037. As soon as he entered, he saw the carved screen of milky white gauze and double-sided embroidery. He thought that his colleague hadn't arrived, accompanied by a lantern shadow, but saw the silhouette of a person in the room.

Zhuang Fanxin walked inward, went around the screen, and saw the faces behind the table.

Gu Zhuoyan also raised his eyes, facing the eyes of the person who came.

All things in time and space cease to exist in an instant.

They were stunned together. In the light scent of tea, ten years of loneliness and loneliness, more than 3,000 days and nights of loneliness, the past love and hatred that was sealed in the bottom of their hearts... All were awakened when they looked at each other.