Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 90: Which hand do you move first?

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After Zhuang Fan finished eating, he wiped his mouth and asked, "What's your plan today?"

"I went home, and I ran away on New Year's Eve and never showed up. I came to the door to coax the two old men." Gu Zhuoyan drank the coffee at the bottom of the cup, "I'll be busy at work tomorrow. I'll pick you up again in the afternoon?"

Zhuang Fan shook his head and made an appointment with a makeup artist in the afternoon, not sure what time it would end. Gu Zhuoyan said "Oh" and asked without a trace: "Then change your clothes, and I will take you to the company?"

Zhuang Fanxin said, "No need, I'll just take a taxi. Go see your grandfather and grandpa earlier."

This answer seemed to be expected, Gu Zhuoyan didn't say much, and went upstairs to change his clothes. The two left the apartment together, broke up on the street, Gu Zhuoyan drove away, and Zhuang Fanxin hired a taxi to go to the company.

The silhouette was still deserted, and the design department became more lively. Zhuang Fanxin went directly to the sample room to rush to work. When several samplers were in place one after another, Wen Lin also came, and everyone chatted and worked behind the complicated console.

Zhuang Fanxin said: "Preparing for the show has been hard work, let's have dinner after the show, I'll treat you."

Everyone couldn't hide their joy. Master Yan said with emotion: "Yesterday, the new designer Jiang invited everyone to dinner, but none of them had a good meal. Director Zhuang will definitely treat us to a happy meal."

"No problem, you choose the place." Zhuang Fan said with a smile.

Wen Lin couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean, is Design Jiang stingy?"

"It's not stingy." Another Master Zhao said, "The newcomers are not familiar and restrained, not to mention that it was found by President Cheng. President Pei and Director Zhuang didn't go, and everyone just wanted to cheer."

The gossip went further and further away, Zhuang Fanxin listened silently, and occasionally followed Le Yile. In the blink of an eye, he was busy until half past ten, and Pei Zhi's assistant came to inform him of the meeting.

Zhuang Fanxin hurried over, not even taking off the needle on his wrist. The door to the conference room was open. As soon as he stepped in, he saw two unfamiliar faces. Next to him were Cheng Jiama and Jiang Hui, and the head of the finance department was also there.

He sat down next to Pei Zhi with a cup of American coffee on the table. Pei Zhi leaned towards him: "I stayed up late last night? Look at your dark circles."

Zhuang Fan took a big sip: "Thank you, I'm feeling sleepy."

The two of them bit their ears, and when everyone was together, Cheng Jiama presided over the meeting and said, "First, let me introduce the three designers around me, Jiang Hui, who will be the team leader of the jewelry design team, and then Chen Lei and Hong Bin, both of whom are A very good jewelry designer."

Pei Zhi asked, "Do you all know each other before?"

Jiang Hui replied: "Yes, I used to set up a design studio in Shanghai, and the two of them followed me at that time. We have a tacit understanding in our work."

"So that's the case." Pei Zhi asked again, "How comfortable is it to be your own boss, why are you willing to join silhouette? After all, the jewelry design team is just testing the waters, and it's unclear whether it can develop."

Jiang Hui smiled and said, "Being a boss has too many things to worry about. I'm studying design, and I'm a little upset after running for a long time." Then he looked at Cheng Jiama, "And Xiaojia, no, Mr. Cheng said that he needed jewelry design. Teacher, I can't refuse when she opens her mouth."

Cheng Jiama was a little shy: "Brother Pei, you have to ask so clearly."

Pei Zhi smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I won't ask."

This team was set up by Cheng Jiama, and when the curtain fell, she wanted to show the design works of the three designers in recent years, and let Pei know whether their personal style and silhouette style match.

Zhuang Fan's heart was silent from beginning to end, without even raising his head, he pulled out a thin needle that was inserted into the needle, inserted it, pulled it out and inserted it again, and played like this repeatedly.

Suddenly, Pei Zhi approached him and whispered, "This Jiang Hui's style is a bit like yours before."

Zhuang Fanxin held a needle and twisted it, his eyes lifted from the tip of the needle, swept across the edge of the table, and landed on the refractory table, spreading forward little by little, his eyelids twitched, his eyes touched the edge of the curtain, and the next second See the work on display.

Steeply, he lowered his eyes at the last moment and stabbed the needle into the needle.

Zhuang Fanxin raised his head, the back of his head rested on the back of the chair, and he looked at Jiang Hui with his eyes half-open. The room was dark and hazy, his eyes were faint and cold, like a sword flashing out in a dark alley, and like dripping water. Ice prisms sharper than needles.

Jiang Hui noticed it, turned his face to look at him, his long and narrow eyes were calm and content, and looked at him without evading the slightest bit.

As the chandelier turned on, Zhuang Fan averted his eyes, and the lost dog was just like that. He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled in an unsure mood, full of sullen embarrassment.

Cheng Jiama asked, "Brother Pei, what do you think?"

"Not bad." Pei Zhi replied, "The style may need some adjustments. For the jewelry part, first go with the design of the clothing, but also use the force of the clothing to push it, and then design it independently."

Cheng Jiama said: "I know, I have communicated with the leader Jiang beforehand." She opened a document and handed it to Pei Zhi, "The ready-to-wear show is about to be held, and the accessories on the show will be the first task of the jewelry team. Bar."

Zhuang Fanxin glanced at the document. According to the clothing design of the show, Jiang Hui had already made several styles of accessories.

When everyone looked at him, Cheng Jiama immediately asked, "Reject what? Jewelry group?"

"Yes, I refuse." Zhuang Fanxin said clearly, "I refuse the jewelry team to interfere in any design of the show."

Pei Zhimu was surprised. He and Zhuang Fanxin mentioned the venue that day, and agreed that the jewelry team would be in charge of the accessories for the show. Suddenly, he asked in a low voice, "Fanxin, is there something wrong?"

"What can happen?" Cheng Jiama was displeased, "Director Zhuang, although you were hired by Brother Pei, you can't make trouble unreasonably. The jewelry group is responsible for the accessories for the show, which not only reduces your workload, but also increases The publicity of big jewelry is not something you can refuse if you say no."

Zhuang Fanxin said: "I am the person in charge of the show, and the exhibition is my independent design. I have the right to choose the accessories design."

At this time, Jiang Hui said, "Director Zhuang, can I ask why?"

Zhuang Fan replied: "I don't think your design matches the show."

Jiang Hui said, "I can coordinate with you to make adjustments."

Zhuang Fan said directly: "No need, inappropriate is inappropriate."

"Is my design inappropriate, or do you have an opinion on me?" Jiang Hui spread his hands, "Don't hide everyone, Director Zhuang and I used to be classmates, and there was a little friction."

Zhuang Fan's heart was like a thorn on his back, and a layer of cold sweat quickly broke out on his forehead. Jiang Hui looked at him and continued: "But it's normal for young boys to have conflicts when they get along with each other. Emotions are brought into work.”

Zhuang Fanxin gritted his teeth, reached out his hand under the table, and touched Pei Zhi begging for help, Pei Zhi shook him, startled by his cold fingers, and immediately called off the meeting.

Cheng Jiama asked, "How do you decide on the accessories for the show?"

Pei Zhi said: "The person in charge decides."

With a snap, Cheng Jiama closed the folder tightly, got up and left, and glanced sideways when she passed Zhuang Fanxin. Pei Zhi said to the others, "Let's go out and do some work first."

Jiang Hui sat still: "Mr. Pei, I want to chat with Director Zhuang alone."

Zhuang Fanxin met those eyes again, his clenched teeth slowly loosened, looked at Pei Zhi and nodded: "I'm fine."

The others left the conference room, Jiang Hui stood up, stroked the round edge of the conference table with his fingertips, and slowly walked over from the opposite side. Zhuang Fanxin also stood up, straightened his spine, raised his chin, and looked at Jiang Hui blankly.

He asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

Jiang Hui didn't answer and asked, "Why are you targeting me?"

Zhuang Fan sneered: "Everyone else has left, so stop pretending."

Jiang Hui said with a smile, "You're doing so well now, and your temper has changed." He frowned slightly, as if trying to recall something, "We were having a little holiday, I didn't pursue it back then, but you still have Are you going to let it go?"

Zhuang Fan's heart seemed to be listening to a joke, and his voice was trembling: "Should I thank you?"

"At least it shouldn't be this attitude." Jiang Hui said, "Everyone can live together peacefully and work hard, okay?"

Zhuang Fan spit out word by word: "You won't stay in silhouette for too long."

Jiang Hui expected this sentence, and smiled nonchalantly: "Did you say the opposite? It seems that no one knows what happened to you back then. If everyone knew about it, would you still be able to stay?"

Covering the wet sweat in his palms, Zhuang Fanxin stared at each other without blinking: "Are you threatening me?"

Jiang Hui didn't answer, as if the doctor knew the pain points of the patient, the snake catcher hit the snake's seven inches with one stroke, and he suddenly asked, "Does he know that handsome guy surnamed Gu yesterday?"

Zhuang Fan clenched his fists, and his eyes were bloodshot after staying up all night. Jiang Hui paid attention to his reaction: "It seems that you didn't tell him? Yes, if I were you, I would be embarrassed to let the people I love know—"

When it was too late, Zhuang Fan screamed in horror, rushed up, raised his fist and slapped Jiang Hui's left cheek! With a bang, Jiang Hui collapsed on the conference table, Zhuang Fan firmly grabbed the collar, pressed Jiang Hui on it, and punched him again!

On the road in front of the silhouette building, a Gust pulled over and stopped, Gu Zhuoyan turned off the fire, and sat in the car and looked at the opposite building. I wandered around from the old man's place and drove over before I knew it, only to realize that he was worried when he learned that Zhuang Fanxin had been awake all night.

I was in a panic, and I couldn't find any cigarettes after looking around. There happened to be a supermarket on the street. Gu Zhuoyan got out of the car, the phone rang, and he immediately connected: "Zhuanger?"

"I'm Pei Zhi," the voice on the phone was a little anxious, "If something happens to Fanxin, is it convenient for you to come and pick him up?"

Gu Zhuoyan immediately crossed the road: "What happened to him?"

Pei Zhi said: "He clashed with a colleague and got hurt a little bit."

"I'll be there soon, help me watch him." Gu Zhuoyan hung up and quickly rushed into the silhouette building. He didn't have a work permit, but before the security could stop him, he jumped over the gate.

Gu Zhuoyan came here once, went straight to the design department, and stormed into the department aggressively. Colleagues were discussing, and they stared at him in a daze.

He looked around and saw Wen Lin: "Xiao Wen, where is your director?"

Wen Lin came back to his senses: "Ah... Brother Yan! I'll take you there!"

Gu Zhuoyan was led into the reception room by Wen Lin. On the sofa, Zhuang Fanxin sat there with a numb face, slightly hunched back, his hair was messy, and the corners of his mouth and left cheekbone were bluish purple behind his fist. Gu Zhuoyan walked over and squatted down in front of Zhuang Fanxin, those eyes were dazed, and after five or six seconds, he looked at him and moved his eyes.

"Why are you here..." Zhuang Fan groaned.

Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Who made you?" He raised his hand and touched the corner of Zhuang Fanxin's mouth, so lightly, that he was afraid that Zhuang Fanxin's heart would hurt. The other party didn't answer, he turned to look at Pei Zhi: "Who did it?"

Pei Zhi said: "Another designer, they were talking about things in the conference room, and suddenly they got into a fight—"

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Jiama appeared from the door, walked in angrily, pointed at Zhuang Fanxin and scolded: "Are you wrong? Just don't obey the company's arrangements, and even beat people! Treat the company as a place! "

Gu Zhuoyan looked at Zhuang Fanxin: "You move first?"

Zhuang Fan frowned, and when he faced Gu Zhuoyan, he relaxed, and the hatred turned into desolation. He regretted it, and regretted that he had not restrained himself, otherwise Gu Zhuoyan would not have seen his ghostly appearance.

"The surveillance is very clear, and no one can rely on it." Cheng Jiama said, "Mr. Jiang has not been held accountable in large numbers, but there will never be another time."

Gu Zhuoyan didn't bring a business card holder and didn't look at Cheng Jiama, got up and said to Pei Zhi, "Save my number and contact me if there is any situation. If Zhuang Fanxin hits that group leader Jiang again, whether to mediate or sue. , I'll give him a pocket."

Pei Zhi felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, this happened."

Gu Zhuoyan stretched out his hand and pressed the top of Zhuang Fanxin's hair, and replied, "It's him who caused you trouble. I'll take him to see the injury. Please take two days off."

Zhuang Fan's heart was uneasy, and his heart was floating in his chest. He never thought that Gu Zhuoyan would be disturbed, and he was afraid that Gu Zhuoyan would question him. However, the palm on the top of his head was so gentle, he slid down, weighed his face in half, and injected him with a tranquilizer: "No one is going to interrogate you, let's go."

Gu Zhuoyan knew what he was thinking and what he was afraid of.

Zhuang Fan's heart was suddenly at ease, and he was even full of courage to face everything. He packed up and left. Before leaving, he arranged the work of his subordinates in an orderly manner. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head to look at everyone and took a long look.

Walking to the elevator, Zhuang Fanxin said to Pei Zhi, "Brother, I will handle the accessories for Xiuzhan."

Pei knew: "Have a good rest, there is me."

Zhuang Fanxin said, "I'll give you an account of what happened today."

The elevator arrived, Gu Zhuoyan took Zhuang Fanxin and left, and walked out of the silhouette. There were bustling cars on the street. They waited to cross the road in the gap. The sky was clear and the wind was not so cold.

Gu Zhuoyan glanced back at the building, with a calm face holding back his anger. At the beginning of the reunion, Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his face to hit him, but he was not willing to do it, so why should others

What's more, Zhuang Fanxin had lost sleep all night when he met that surnamed Jiang yesterday, and there must be something tricky in it.

Gu Zhuoyan asked unintentionally, "Why didn't I see that leader Jiang?"

Zhuang Fan replied hesitantly, "Go to the hospital."

"Hospital?" Gu Zhuoyan was surprised, "Is he going for a checkup? Where is his injury?"

Zhuang Fan hesitated and said, "Bleeding from the nose... It seems like a tooth has fallen out." The person behind him didn't know if he should confess, "I was wearing a needle insert at the time, and I grabbed a few needles and stuck it in his shoulder."

"..."

Gu Zhuoyan was stunned and was a little scared: "...you won't domestic violence against me in the future, right?"