The old man named Ning Shiqing is named Ning Shiqing, and is the designer of n·s.

Because Ning is too old, he wants to find the most suitable replacement before retreating and become the next designer of n·s.

During this interview, Mr. Ning also hopes to find a satisfactory student here and then train him personally. This student not only has the opportunity to take over as a designer, but also get his true teachings.

Mr. Ning had seen the list of interviewers this time before. Several designers he had already been optimistic about were already well-known, but they all encountered various problems in the fabric link. Only Yun Weiyang, who had only a self-study undergraduate degree, gave him a stunning feeling.

But this only seedling was directly rejected by Huo Haochen, and he couldn't help but cherish his talents.

What else did Mr. Ning want to say? A colleague shook his head slightly at him. Mr. Ning sighed, and his turbid gaze fell on the electronic screen.

On the screen, Yun Weiyang was busy cutting fabrics. She was skillful in her skills. Obviously, she often did such things before. Compared with those who couldn't even do tailoring, she looked too dazzling.

Ning Shiqing looked at Yun Weiyang on the screen, and the surprise in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Yun Weiyang's performance really shocked and surprised him.

"That's... the cloud acupuncture method?" I don't know who it was, suddenly broke the silence in the interview room and exclaimed.

"It's really the Yunjian Needle Refining Method! It's incredible. Mr. Ning, you always have a palm of your hands. Is this Yun Weiyang really the Yunjian Needle Refining Method?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Ning Shiqing.

Ning Shiqing also looked at the screen with an excited look on his face. On the screen, Yun Weiyang was using an extremely special stitching method to sew cloth, and this special stitching method is a mysterious stitch that has been lost for a long time - Yunliang acupuncture method.

Ning Shiqing nodded excitedly, "Yes! It's the Yunlian acupuncture method. I have only seen it once before. I didn't expect that I could see this long-lost acupuncture method in my lifetime. Who is this girl?"

Yunling acupuncture is a very ancient acupuncture method. According to legend, the imperial garment makers of ancient courts used specifically for the royal garment making, and it is never out of the blue. After the founding of the country, as time goes by, this acupuncture method was completely lost about 20 years ago.

Even Huo Haochen was a little surprised that this woman named Yun Weiyang actually knew Yun's acupuncture.

Yun Weiyang, Yun’s acupuncture method…

Is this woman connected with the legendary Yun clan?

But the Yun clan had long disappeared. If this woman had any connection with the Yun clan, she would not have fallen into this way, right?

It must be a coincidence.

Huo Haochen looked at the screen and his eyes fell on Yun Weiyang's hands. His white and slender fingers were now running back and forth on the fabric like flowing water, and a piece of clothing was about to take shape under her stitching.

Huo Haochen touched his chin, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

This woman...is interesting.

He suddenly didn't want to eliminate her directly...

At this moment, the n·s headquarters building, the top floor lounge.

Spacious lounge room.

A man was sitting at the desk, and the screen in front of the desk was playing the interview in the garment room.

After a while, a slender man walked in from outside the door, and the man was named Qin Ye.

Qin Yechui said in a low voice: "Boss, the identity has been confirmed."

A hint of undetectable coldness flashed through his cold eyes. What was the purpose of this woman deliberately approaching n·s?

Or, what has she recalled?

Or is it just a coincidence?

The slender fingers gently tapped the table, making a crisp sound, which made people feel creepy.

"Notify Haochen and admit this woman." The man's slightly hoarse voice rang.

"Yes, boss." Qin Ye said that, and did not leave immediately.

The man raised his eyes slightly, "Is there anything else?"

Qin Ye nodded, "The young master is a little burned and has some signs of vomiting. He has been clamoring to ask you to go back. You also know that the young master doesn't like the touch of the aunt at home, but later you have a very important cross-border video conference, you can watch..."

The man frowned slightly, a soft color flashed through his eyes, and his voice did not hesitate at all, "Let Ling Tian attend the conference room on my behalf, be sure to press the decimal point to 3 digits, otherwise he will not come to see me again."

Qin Ye: "Yes, boss."

The man stood up, closed his slender fingers on the computer, and "Go home."

Qin Ye nodded and immediately arranged for the car to come. As soon as the man walked a few steps, his phone suddenly rang.

His private cell phone, the person who knows this number, can count it with one hand.

The man frowned slightly, swiped the screen, "Say."

"Young Master, the young master suddenly fell into a coma and had to be taken to the hospital immediately. Can you... come to the hospital?"

A layer of frost quickly formed on the man's face, "I'll come here immediately. If the young master makes any mistakes, you... will all be buried with him!"

After hanging up the phone, the man quickly walked out of the lounge.

Qin Ye's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The young master is now the treasure of the entire Huo family. If he had any mistakes, I'm afraid the man in front of him would really let them all go to bury him!

29th floor, garment room.

The interview is coming to an end. Most of the designers have been eliminated due to the failure of garment making. Most of the remaining designers are born in prestigious schools and have already had some famous young designers.

And the only exception among these people is Yun Weiyang.

Yun Weiyang only has a bachelor's degree, and has no fame, nor has she won any awards. From these aspects, she has a great disadvantage.

After the interview was over and all the finished products were handed over, Yun Weiyang and the others were arranged to wait for the results in a small conference room next to them.

Indoor interview room.

Ning Shiqing and several other designers are checking the interview works they have produced one by one. Although several designers have made the finished products within the specified time, the production is relatively rough and can only be considered as the finished products.

Among them, only two finished products surprised Ning Shiqing and others.

"Tsk tsk, this design, this needle method... is simply too mysterious." One designer exclaimed.

"I also think that this designer seems to be Xiao Qinglan?"

"Yes! It's Xiao Qinglan who won the Best Design Newcomer Award before? It's really not easy. He has achieved this at a young age."

"Tsk, if it weren't for the Xiao family being the sponsor of the competition, Xiao Qinglan would have won the newcomer award?" Huo Haochen couldn't help but sneer.

Are these people blind?

This kind of garbage is also called mysterious?

Are you wrong?

Several designers next to him laughed a few times, not daring to touch Huo Haochen's reverse scales anymore, so they continued to look at the next work.

Ning Shiqing had directly ignored other works before. In his eyes, only truly valuable designs are worthy of his unique treatment.

"This dress is designed by the man named Yun Weiyang? The needlework is indeed very good..."

"Well, not only is the needle technique, but the design is also very bold. Is this designer really self-taught?"

"Mr. Ning, what do you think?"

Ning Shiqing is also a master in the design industry, so his words are naturally more authoritative.

Ning Shiqing looked at Huo Haochen with a serious face, "This work is the most mature and perfect for this interview work, and it is very good in terms of design and needlework."

In today's design industry, it is rare to receive praise from Ning Shiqing, and the evaluation given by Ning Shiqing seems to be not low.

This Yun Weiyang has a future that will be limitless, but it’s a pity...

Huo Haochen couldn't help but frown. He didn't expect Yun Weiyang's design to be so outstanding, but he had already said that he couldn't go back on his word, right?

Wouldn't that be slapped him in the face?

However, it seems a bit of a pity to give up that woman like this.

At this moment, the assistant walked in and whispered in Huo Haochen's ear: "Mr. Huo, Assistant Qin just passed the message, and Mr. Xiao personally issued an order to admit Miss Yun Weiyang, and the rest will be decided by you."

Huo Haochen's face suddenly turned black like the bottom of the pot, "Uncle Xiao personally issued the order?"
Chapter completed!