After Chen Baoer agreed to Chen Laner's help in finding her son, she posted missing person revelations on major networks.
After all, the power of the Internet is very powerful now.
She first helped Chen Laner record a video of searching for her son. The name of Chen Laner's scumbag boyfriend when she was young was clearly marked on the message, and then she went to the company.
In the days that followed, Chen Laner just circled around a mobile phone at home all day long, as if waiting for a call to come in.
Waiting for his son to be found.
As soon as the phone rang, Chen Laner answered the phone immediately, "Son! Is it you! You are back to find your mother!"
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then he said, "Auntie, I sell insurance. Even if you don't want to buy my insurance, you don't have to curse and say I'm your son, right?"
"...I don't buy insurance!"
After saying that, Chen Laner had already hung up the phone. During the day, she called several times, but they were all sales calls.
Bao'er was sitting in the office, drawing random circles on the draft paper with the brush in his hand, as if he was not thinking.
His eyes were even duller, as if he was distracted.
Qin Yukai coughed dryly and slapped her table with one hand: "Why are you so dazed? You didn't hear me talking to you?"
"Huh? Did you talk to me? President, what did you say? I wasn't listening just now, otherwise, would you say it again?" Bao'er came back to his senses immediately and couldn't help but look at the man in front of him.
He frowned in displeasure, "The design department asked you to come over. Someone is interested in your design draft and wants to sign a contract with you."
Bao'er's eyes lit up and he stood up excitedly: "Really?"
If her design work is really signed, then she can pass the trial period and successfully stay in the company, and no one will say that she came to the company on loan!
She simply packed up the things on the table and then ran away quickly.
Seeing the woman in a hurry, Qin Yukai couldn't help but shook his head slightly: "Stupid woman."
When a designer's work is favored, the designer and the client need to communicate face-to-face. For example, the price of the design draft needs to be reached through communication between both parties.
By the way, it can also train the designer's communication skills and ability to handle interpersonal shutdowns.
Qin Muya sent Bao'er to the door of the western restaurant, and then stopped: "Bao'er, I can only send you here. The next step is up to you. Remember, you must pay the price of your design draft.
Move up, and your works will deserve greater value."
"As long as this design draft is successfully produced, you will also become famous in the circle."
Bao'er listened carefully and then nodded: "Aunt Muya, don't worry, I've remembered everything."
After saying that, she straightened her clothes, coughed dryly, and walked in with neat steps.
She was wearing a female professional suit, which looked very neat and refreshing, and her body revealed a little mature charm, but her face that looked like a child revealed innocence.
The combination of the two completely discordant temperaments created a rare attraction, which made everyone in the western restaurant look over instinctively and couldn't avert their eyes no matter what.
Bao'er's whole body exudes a natural scent. Her straight black hair, which has never been permed or dyed, carries the scent of simple shampoo, and her whole body exudes body fragrance.
The combination of delicate and pretty facial features on a small fleshy oval face is surprisingly attractive. The more you look at it, the better it looks, and the more you look at it, the more exciting it is.
The waiter took her into a small private room, and then she discovered that a man had already sat down at the dining table inside.
The man was wearing a suit, and his bloated figure looked very impressive. Sitting down with a huge beer belly, it looked more like a pile of hills, and his Mediterranean-like hair made the whole room feel brighter.
As soon as he saw Bao'er coming, the man immediately stood up and stretched out his hand towards her: "Hello, are you Chen Bao'er, the new designer from Li Group?"
Baoer bent down and nodded in response, holding his hand: "Yes, hello Mr. Li, I came a little late and there was a traffic jam on the road. I'm sorry."
Mr. Li asked her to sit down: "It's okay, come on, sit down quickly, let's sit down and chat."
He patted the place next to him, as if he wanted Bao'er to sit next to him.
Bao'er smiled awkwardly and finally chose to sit down opposite him: "I'll just sit here."
Mr. Li smiled and then mentioned the design draft: "Ms. Chen, I saw one piece of your draft, but I want to see the full draft, okay? Because after reading the full draft, I can
Give a reasonable price, what do you think?"
She agreed, then took out the original manuscript from her bag and handed it to the man in front of her.
"Of course, Mr. Li, look, this is my original draft. I wonder how much your company plans to pay for the license to design the draft?"
The man looked at the manuscript in front of him carefully, then nodded with satisfaction, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Not bad, really good. I haven't seen such a high-quality design draft for a long time. I'm very satisfied. I just don't know what the price is in Miss Chen's mind?"
Bao'er paused and couldn't help but think of what Qin Muya said before, raising the price...
"Mr. Li, the price in my mind is three million per design draft. Of course, this is just the price in my mind. If you feel it is inappropriate, we can discuss it again."
The man looked at the design draft in front of him, put his arm gently on the table, and knocked over a box of cigarettes on the table intentionally or unintentionally.
The cigarette on the table fell along the edge of the table and fell directly to the ground.
The cigarette fell, and the man had no intention of picking it up. Instead, he looked at Bao'er opposite.
Baoer was so embarrassed that she had to bend down and try to help pick up the cigarettes on the ground.
The moment she bent down, the man quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took several consecutive photos of the design draft in his hand.
Continuous shooting without sound.
After taking the photo, I immediately put the phone back into my pocket.
This set of movements was performed very coherently, without any hesitation or mistakes.
At this time, Bao'er also picked up the cigarette and handed it to the man opposite.
"Mr. Li, your cigarettes."
The man took the cigarette and then gently held Bao'er's delicate hand.
"Ms. Chen looks very young, she should be no more than 22 years old, right?"
Feeling the hand that was constantly touching her, Baoer quickly broke away his hand and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I am 21 this year and I just came out for internship not long ago."
The man narrowed his eyes with satisfaction: "21, that's really a blooming age."