Zhuang Fanxin went to a meeting with his computer in between. The most spacious conference room was usually closed, so it was a little stuffy. People came in one after another, and the directors of various departments, general managers, Pei Zhi and Cheng Jiashu, were so neat for the first time.
At the end of the year, it is estimated that it is for a report. Before the meeting, Zhuang Fanxin leaned on his seat and flipped through his phone, and took a lot of street scenes in Rongcheng. He chose a few and sent them to Pei Zhi for a look.
Pei Zhi sat in front of the top, opened the message, clicked to browse one by one, nine pictures, and keenly zoomed in on the seventh after reading. Zhuang Fanxin took the photo of the building in the original old street against the glass curtain wall. The left side of the photo is half a figure, which is Gu Zhuoyan.
He edited: "Gu Zhuoyan next to you is your P?"
Zhuang Fan replied, "Am I sick? Let's go shopping together."
Pei Zhi sent a series of "stunned" expressions: "Have you recovered?"
"No." Zhuang Fan pursed his lips, as if complaining, "He hangs me, and he is detached from me. Sometimes when I mention old things, I have to laugh and coax."
Pei Zhi asked, "Have you retreated?"
"Of course not." Zhuang Fan said, "I'm very moved... I feel like I'm already in love."
Pei Zhi glanced across the seat: "Then you are hypocritical."
At the beginning of the meeting, Zhuang Fanxin put his phone away, raised his chin slightly, and rubbed his eyes to Cheng Jiama, who was across the table, next to Cheng Jiashu. Looking at them together, the facial features were indeed similar by blood. Cheng Jiama also looked at him, the red lips outlined the corners of the mouth clearly, raised and smiled brightly at him.
Zhuang Fan was too lazy to deal with it, but when he remembered the phone call when he was on a business trip, Sister Jiama and Brother Zhuang couldn't help laughing. He was happy, and meant to laugh a little, which made Cheng Jiama look embarrassed.
The chief financial officer made a report first, followed by several other departments. The design department in the fashion company was the core, and was put on the finale before the boss concluded.
Zhuang Fanxin didn't listen very carefully, like in the fourth class, he was always distracted. At that time, he was thinking about what to have for lunch, but now he is thinking. Is Gu Zhuoyan busy when he is back from a business trip? Are you free to promise him a date
He pondered again, it is not easy to chase too closely, what should I do if I get bored. He didn't make an appointment first, he made the clothes for Gu Zhuoyan, and also chose the fabric of the shirt, and made one at night.
When it was finally the design department's turn, Pei Zhi shouted, "Fan Xin?" The name he called was very gentle, causing Cheng Jiashu to glance back and forth, "Tell me about what the design department is doing first."
Zhuang Fan straightened his back, entered the state and said, "The design department has a fixed work arrangement every month. Now it is January. The production monitoring of spring and summer clothes has been completed, and a serious problem occurred during the period." I went to Cheng Jiama and the chief financial officer successively. They are all insiders. "But it's resolved, but I think some measures should be taken or some adjustments should be made."
Zhuang Fanxin said it euphemistically, those who understand understand it, and those who don't understand don't ask much. Unexpectedly, Pei Zhi followed his words and opened up: "It's the garment factory that doesn't act according to the contract, which is essentially a breach of contract, and it's the first thing to do. twice."
Cheng Jiama wisely remained silent, as if it had nothing to do with herself. The production has resumed, and she has been scolded by Cheng Jiashu for this. She feels that Pei Zhi is just a few words of warning and will give her face again anyway.
Zhuang Fan lowered his eyelashes and knew that since Pei Zhi was looking for a new factory, he was determined to offend Cheng Jiama once, and he was ready to be embarrassed in front of his lover.
"Mr. Pei," he moved his lips to cut off the other's words, and let him say, "I suggest changing the factory."
Pei Zhi looked at Zhuang Fanxin slightly in surprise, and understood, this was to sing his face for him and try to make him less embarrassed. Zhuang Fanxin continued: "The factory decides the final production, even the slightest problem will affect the supply, economic loss is second, and the impact of 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 boss is a big star and a well-known stylist, and its popularity and exposure are very high. Many celebrities in the entertainment industry love to wear them and support them. Once there is a problem with the production quality, they can't cover it. It will definitely affect the reputation of President Cheng and President Pei. "
Zhuang Fan thought to himself: "It's just a garment factory, why should you leave a hidden danger to your bright future, right? Mr. Cheng?" Look at his brother and then his sister, "The general manager and Cheng are always brothers and sisters, and they must be more willing to help each other. For the sake of my brother."
He used the word "geng", which means that the crony interests of the garment factory are not more important than that of his own brother, right
"That's natural. Director Zhuang has a point." Cheng Jiama responded, "But the factories in Fujian have been working together for several years, and they have been working together very well. They have repeatedly guaranteed that there will be no next time. There is no need to change."
Zhuang Fan asked back, "Do you want to give me another chance?"
He didn't give an inch, and every sentence was based on the rationale. After knowing the reason, he was moved by Cheng Jiashu: "Mr. Cheng, even if you think it doesn't matter, Mr. Pei attaches great importance to the design and development of the silhouette, what will happen in the future? , it was all his blood that was wasted."
Cheng Jiashu's expression was light, 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 audit is done by the design department, so the design department will decide."
Zhuang Fanxin smiled and said, "Okay, since both Cheng and Pei agree, I will find a suitable factory as soon as possible."
Cheng Jiama didn't distinguish any more, she withdrew her troops when she saw no hope, and could still put on a good posture, she just slammed the pestle on Cheng Jiashu like a spoiled child, and then silently flipped through her folders.
Zhuang Fanxin gave Pei Zhi a wink, comfortable, smart, like the wings of a sparrow fluttering, and they communicated secretly in the studio when they were young. The words he said were serious. He said: "The samples for autumn and winter have also come out. The design department has made a decision this week, and it will be handed over to the sales department a year ago."
Speaking of the Chinese New Year, spring starts after the end of the annual vacation. Zhuang Fanxin said: "In the early spring, there will be a fashion show for the garment line. It is time to hurry up and prepare."
Pei Zhi thought about this in the crew. The designers in the department have organized fashion exhibitions. This year, Zhuang Fanxin came. He filmed a commercial before, and it would be good if he took advantage of the situation to create a wave of independent designs. The point is, he knows that Zhuang Fanxin doesn't like to be famous, and the fashion exhibition is the most intuitive way to show his works.
Zhuang Fanxin immediately said: "I will finish it well."
After the speech was basically over, Zhuang Fan was relieved and leaned back in his chair to drink water. After all the departments had finished speaking, it was the turn of the general manager. Cheng Jiama got up and turned off the lights, then went dark, and a project proposal was cast on the screen, which was about the product expansion of silhouette.
Cheng Jiama said: "The product expansion plan was proposed a year ago. The marketing department and the finance department have done a lot of analysis, and it was stranded. At the beginning of the month, the complete plan was finally made."
After the fashion brand develops, it will add some accessories, such as shoes and hats, bags, accessories, etc. Cheng Jiama exhibited a comparison picture: "Silhouette has made a season of scarves, a season of gold bags, and a season of earrings. The market data is good, and the response is the most. The good ones are the earrings."
"In market research, jewelry is more memorable, and it is easier for the audience to have a brand impression. So if we do accessories, we don't choose to cast a wide net, but only focus on jewelry. If the market responds well A single line can be opened."
This is a serious expansion, supported by the data of the marketing department, and the budget analysis of the finance department. Every step is very solid, and it is worth the company to try.
Cheng Jiashu killed his relatives righteously at that time, and now he supported his sister and expressed his approval. Pei Zhi was right about things and not people, and after thinking for a moment, he felt that it was feasible.
Zhuang Fanxin was still leaning on the back of the chair, and he had done his own work. He had no intention or power to make other decisions. The light on the screen flickered and cut to the next more detailed plan. He turned his head and saw the most conspicuous title—jewelry design.
He twisted the water to drink, and closed his eyes to stop looking at the screen.
"As for the specific implementation, we can set up a jewelry design team and hire jewelry designers." Cheng Jiama said in an orderly manner, "Offline, let's try to find a local factory for cooperation. There are currently three or four candidates."
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, we will cut it off in time and 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 awards, so I will supervise the jewelry design team first."
The capable people work harder, and their worth doubles. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Fan is holding an empty water bottle and refuses: "I'm 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 be in a hurry to answer, think about it again?"
The very harsh sound of broken plastic, Zhuang Fanxin squeezed the water bottle: "My contract is with a clothing designer, I can't do jewelry design." He looked at Pei Zhi and said, the meaning is obvious, no matter who asks no use.
Pei Zhi then said, "Respect the meaning of Fanxin, besides, one person doesn't have that much energy, so he must hire another jewelry designer."
Cheng Jiama said: "I just feel a little regretful. Since Director Zhuang is unwilling, then I will not 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. Man, I'll be responsible for forming a team myself."
So it's settled, everyone is busy year after year. After the meeting, Zhuang Fan returned to the design department with his computer in his heart, and was caught up by Pei Zhi.
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Tell Xiao Wen to order takeout."
Pei Zhi asked again, are you going home in the evening? Grandma was talking about it, thinking that the three of them would get together to eat beef hot pot.
"Don't go." Zhuang Fan stubbornly shook his shoulders, "I know what you want to say, I don't do jewelry design, I forgot how to draw cutting lines."
I'm afraid I'll be annoyed if I go on, Pei Zhiheng went over and said something else: "It's the first time to hold a show in China, so choose the theme that is most memorable. By the way, do you want a star to go to the show? Cheng Jiashu doesn't charge a fee."
Zhuang Fanxin didn't think so far. If you invite celebrities, you have to match the design style. Let's talk about it. In the afternoon department meeting, the samples of autumn clothes were ordered, and it was very easy for a group of people to talk and laugh.
When it was time to get off work, the supervisor proposed to have a dinner together. One was that Pei Zhi came back, and the other was that he was dressed too carefully, and it would be a waste if he didn't do anything. All hula la left, but Zhuang Fan didn't go, and stayed in the office to make the design outline of the fashion show.
A scene at the beginning of Hua Deng, hanging outside the window, is much prettier than the bold font on the computer, but he stared at the monitor for hours, with a bag of potato chips in his hand, which he took by accident when he was buying food.
Code the outline well, except for the audit by the finance department at the end of the year, the silhouette is almost empty. Zhuang Fan didn't want to 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 left the parking lot. Gu Zhuoyan just got off work and wanted to find a way to relax. He followed the address book to get in touch. Lian Yiming went abroad for inspection, Lu Wen was recording the program, and Su Wangna was in the entertainment investment committee.
When he reached the last letter and saw Zhuang Fanxin, Gu Zhuoyan would never admit that the first few he was looking for were actually pretense. After watching for a while, he was annoyed. After returning from Rongcheng, why did Zhuang Fanxin not move
Kissed, touched, and fucked.
You should go all out and pursue the victory.
Love, love, this kind of thing is so dangerous, it can destroy a serious person. Gu Zhuoyan sent a message to Zhuang Fanxin, just a full stop, and immediately withdrew after sending it, inserting the car key and leaving.
Zhuang Fan lay down on the console to cut his pants, put down the powder, wipe his hands, and when he opened the message, there was only one message, "The other party has withdrawn." What, he mortared: "Did you send me a message?"
"What are you going to say, why did you withdraw it?"
"Are you there?"
"Has your account been hacked?"
"Are you yourself, tell me the birthday of your first love?"
Without a reply, Zhuang Fan felt the taste in his heart, and hung him again! 80% is hard-to-get! He rushed to catch them, 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 light was red, and after reading the series of messages, he replied, "I just got off work."
He didn't explain what he was withdrawing, and he didn't ask about the clothes, but Zhuang Fan understood it tacitly. He dialed it and said, "You need to choose accessories for the shirt. It's best for you to see what you like."
Gu Zhuoyan stepped on the accelerator and drove out, turned a corner and changed lanes, ran to the silhouette, and caught a glimpse of the fast food restaurant on the corner before hanging up.
Forty minutes later, Zhuang Fanxin turned off the machine and told the security guard to lead Gu Zhuoyan up. He looked at his watch and walked out of the proofing room, just in time for Gu Zhuoyan to appear on the other side of the corridor.
A three-piece suit, overcoat, leather shoes, head to toe is the style of the high-level elite, but he is holding a large bag of McDonald's in his left hand and a cup of wheat whirlwind in his right hand.
Zhuang Fan's heart was straight, and he didn't feel cold when the wind was blowing through the hall. Gu Zhuoyan approached and looked at him with a frown: "It's better to cut wheat for design, and it will heat you up."
Zhuang Fan did not argue, he took the wheat whirlwind and ate it. He entered the operating room, which was the size of two classrooms, but the list of equipment seemed narrow. The just-made shirt was placed on the operating table. Gu Zhuoyan held it by the shoulder line and sniffed it, smelling the cologne on Zhuang Fanxin's body.
"Do you like it?" Zhuang Fan asked.
Gu Zhuoyan replied in a negative way: "What accessories to choose?"
Zhuang Fanxin picked up the cloth card: "The collar has a little line design," and copied the draft, "Look, I'll decide the fabric, you choose the color. How about black?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's like a dead person wearing filial piety."
"..." Zhuang Fan turned a heart, "Red, it's a very positive color."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "It's like a scorpion."
Zhuang Fan's heart turned again: "Does blue like it?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Workshop technician."
Slap, Zhuang Fanxin threw the heavy cloth card away, picked up the wheat whirlwind and ate it, cursing while eating: "If you don't like it, just say it, and I'll change the design, it's yin and yang! It's the virtue of buying a bicycle back then!"
Thinking of buying a bicycle, Gu Zhuoyan wanted to laugh: "Bicycles are free to try, you let me choose, how do I know."
"Then try it, try it!" Zhuang Fanxin shook his shirt open, "I ate the sewing machine if it didn't fit!"
Gu Zhuoyan lowered his head and unbuttoned his watch buttons and cuffs, took off his coat and suit, took a step in front of Zhuang Fanxin, took off his slim waistcoat and left his shirt, he tore off his tie. On Zhuang Fanxin's neck.
Zhuang Fan's heart is no longer fierce, he is numb, holding Mai Xuanfeng's hand with a cold heart and a warm heart, Gu Zhuoyan takes another step towards him, not even a punch away, unbuttons the button, starting from the first one, and his broad chest is exposed little by little. Come.
All untied, Gu Zhuoyan took off his shirt, and threw it on Zhuang Fan's heart badly. He often threw Gu Baoyan like this, and the girl would splash.
Picking up the new one and putting it on, Gu Zhuoyan patted the front: "Let me try it without buttons, cardigan?"
Zhuang Fan's heart is full of arrogance: "I forgot..."
Gu Zhuoyan smiled speechlessly, raised his hand, pinched the piece that covered Zhuang Fan's heart, and lifted it up, his voice was heavy: "Why are you so honest." of."
Lifting up the shirt, Zhuang Fanxin's face was revealed. His bright eyes were like a lake in early spring, trembling and melting ice, and flashing fiercely. Gu Zhuoyan put his mouth lightly on the mouth, the flavor of Maixuan made people want to taste it, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy when he tasted it.