Imperial capital.

n·s headquarters building, small conference room.

"Hey, have you heard of it? This interview was quite big, even Mr. Huo has come."

"What's Mr. Huo? I just received the news that even that master was alarmed during this interview!"

"What! You are talking about... Mr. Xiao!"

"Shh! Sigh down, don't be afraid of being fired? Xiao will not appear in the interview, but he will monitor the whole process in the background..."

While talking, the side door of the small conference room was pushed open, and several interviewers continued to enter the conference room, but the center of the interview seat was empty.

Several interviewers next to him looked at the empty seat in the center, and a look of awe flashed across his face.

At this moment, the corridor outside the conference room.

The people who came to the interview were waiting outside the corridor. Among these people, there were many designers who were already famous outside. Of course, this type of designer was quite cold, with a few big words written on his face.

At this time, a commotion suddenly came from the end of the corridor. Everyone looked at the sound and saw a man in a black suit walking towards the conference room surrounded by several bodyguards.

Yun Weiyang naturally noticed the commotion and looked in the direction of the crowd. The next second, her face changed slightly. How could it be him?

"Isn't this the president of n·s... Mr. Huo?"

"I really didn't expect that even he was going to move this time. It seems that n·s is going to use his ultimate move this time."

"What do you think about so much? They only recruit two people this time. It's better to defeat these people first and then spring."

When Yun Weiyang heard the conversation between the two girls beside him, he felt like he was getting old. She never thought that the scum she met just now at the subway station this morning was Huo Haochen, the person in charge of n·s.

Huo Haochen, the executive president of n·s and the prince of Huo Group, after n·s was founded, Huo Haochen was directly airborne as executive president.

At this moment, Huo Haochen, surrounded by everyone, entered the conference room directly.

Yun Weiyang's expression relaxed a little a little, and she rubbed her temples speechlessly, hoping that Huo Haochen was a face-blind and would not recognize her during the interview later.

Interior of the conference room.

As soon as Huo Haochen's butt fell on the chair, a man in a black suit walked into the conference room in a hurry.

The man in the black suit said a few words in Huo Haochen's ear. Huo Haochen frowned, "What does Uncle Xiao mean? Change the interview location temporarily?"

"Well, Mr. Xiao's thinking has always been different from that of ordinary people, but it must be implemented. I have asked someone to notify the interviewer to change the location. Do you think... are you going to go there?"

Huo Haochen's face turned slightly dark, "Nonsense! Who will make the decision if I don't go?"

Besides, he also wanted to figure out what his brother-in-law Huo Tingxiao wanted to do.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

Huo Haochen nodded and asked casually: "Where did Uncle Xiao change the interview location?"

“29th floor, garment room.”

Huo Haochen was immediately confused. Although fashion designers, to some extent, would also be exposed to some clothing tailoring, most designers only care about design and do not make clothes.

What exactly does Huo Tingxiao want to do?

Test whether these designers can make clothes? What else does it take to make a garment factory?

Huo Haochen also complained, but he didn't have the courage to ask Huo Tingxiao, and then went to the 29th floor garment room with the interviewer.

At this moment, the garment room has been distributed into multiple small compartments for interviewers to make clothes, eliminating the possibility of plagiarism to the greatest extent.

Among these compartments, the largest is a temporary remodeled interview room, where tables and chairs have been placed.

After the staff announced the rules of the competition, many designers were stunned.

"No, right? We are here to interview designers, garment making? Are you making mistakes?"

"It's worthy of being n·s, even the interview is so innovative!"

"Can I say I've never touched fabric?"

"This is so damn..."

The discussion quickly disappeared. After all, time is limited. If you cannot complete the garment within 3 hours, it means that the interview failed.

Although the interview with n·s is quite special, people are willing to sharpen their heads for the two letters of n·s.

After hearing the interview rules, Yun Weiyang did not react much. Many of the casual jobs she usually took were clothes making. Moreover, in her consciousness, a qualified designer must first have a very high sensitivity to fabrics, so that he can know what the things he designed will look like in the end and what feelings it will bring to the guests.

Otherwise, no matter how good the design is, it cannot be matched with the fabric that matches it, and it cannot be considered a successful work.

Accompanied by the sound of fabric cutting, in the interview room, Huo Haochen stared at the electronic display hanging on the wall and yawned a big yawn, which seemed a little bored.

But when his gaze fell on a certain corner, his back became a little stiffer and then he called out the inconspicuous short video. After confirming the person on the screen, a trace of unexpected excitement flashed through his eyes.

"Find out this person's information for me." Huo Haochen said.

An interviewer next to him was stunned for two seconds, then he found a piece of information and handed it to Huo Haochen.

Huo Haochen looked at the information and his dark eyes fell on the blue-bottomed ray.

Yun Weiyang.

What a good name.

Didn’t I teach this lesson very happily in the morning?

Today I will let you see how powerful I am!

Huo Haochen raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and his tone was faint: "When the interview is over, no matter what the result is, this woman... will be saved by this young master!"

"But, Mr. Huo, I think this Ms. Yun's garment skills seem to be very good..." An old interviewer hesitated for a moment and said with courage.

Huo Haochen glanced at him, "Are you blind? I haven't seen her resume? What degree is her self-study undergraduate degree? When did we become a person who wants to use a self-study undergraduate degree?"

"This...but, the purpose of n·s has always been to be talented..."

Huo Haochen snorted coldly, "Old Ning, are you going to sing the opposite tune with me now?"
Chapter completed!