Gao Wenlong flipped through the magazine in his hand, looking at each page for a while before turning to the next page. His eyes were fixed on the pictures above, as if he wanted to get into them.
Chu Heng stood behind him for a while, but when he saw that the old man still didn't notice him, he patted his shoulder wordlessly and said angrily: "It's so disgusting that you still looked at it for so long?"
"Hey young!"
The old man was frightened and trembled, but he quickly calmed down. He calmly closed the magazine and turned around plausibly: "What do you know? I am following orders to study...Young, Chu
lead."
Seeing that Chu Heng was coming, Gao Wenlong quickly threw away the magazine in his hand and stood up nervously: "You...sit down quickly, sit down quickly."
Chu Heng carelessly pulled over the chair that the old man had just made and sat down. He crossed his legs and asked with a smile: "How is it, Master Gao? Have you finished the clothes I asked you to design?"
"Come out, come out."
Gao Wenlong hurriedly walked to the workbench, took a satchel, and took out a few pieces of manuscript paper with drawings on the back. Like a primary school student in school waiting to check his homework, he handed a few pieces of manuscript paper to Chu with an anxious look on his face.
Heng: "I am still trying to cross the river by feeling the stones. If there are any shortcomings, please give me your advice."
Chu Heng didn't say anything, and directly reached out to take the manuscript paper, lowered his head and looked at the set of clothes drawn on it.
After just a few glances, he realized that the clothes on the drawing were actually spliced from the magazine. His brows instantly wrinkled, and then he saw him rudely turning over the first page of manuscript, and took a few more glances at the second page.
After reading the page, I found that it was still the same, and my brows furrowed even deeper.
Chu Heng didn't even bother to read the third page. He slapped the manuscript paper in his hand on the table. He glared at Gao Wenlong who was standing tremblingly beside him with some annoyance. He threatened him with a cold face: "Old Gao
, I asked you to design the clothes, not copy them!"
"Isn't this pretty girl just the look you pieced together from these magazines?"
"You think I can't see it, don't you? Besides, even if I can't see it, can you just trick me like this?"
"There is a big problem with your thinking. You have to know that the organization can assign this task to you, which is full trust and affirmation of you!"
"But what about you?"
"Is this how you manipulate me and the organization? Do you think you are worthy of the trust placed in you by the organization?"
"Gao Wenlong, Gao Wenlong, you make me very disappointed, and the organization is also very disappointed with you!"
"I think if this continues, you won't want to do this job anymore. I'll find a place for you so you can reflect on it and reform it."
When he went online, Gao Wenlong was so frightened that his legs were weak. His old face was pale. He pulled Chu Heng's arm in a panic and explained with a sad face: "Boss, I really don't want to tease you."
, I have read the book you gave me, and I can understand it. It will be no problem if you ask me to follow it. I guarantee that I can make the same thing, but if you ask me to design it myself, what is in my mind?
There is really nothing! And since you are in such a hurry, I have no choice but to piece together a few clothes here and there."
"No, how come this thing can't be designed?" Chu Heng looked at this old man who seemed to have an elm head and was worried. He reluctantly grabbed a magazine on the table and flipped through it randomly.
On the page, he pointed at the woman wearing a pleated skirt and said: "Besides, I'm not asking you to make any eye-catching innovations at this stage. I just hope that you can make some changes based on the original ones. Let's work together."
Is it so difficult to do it step by step?"
"Take this skirt for example. If you remove the floral decorations on it, cut it short or lengthen it, make some changes to the sleeves, collar, etc., and then embroider some patterns on it again, wouldn't it be a new one?"
"If you don't know what to embroider, just go outside and take a look. Isn't it fine with plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, ink, blue and white, or anything else?"
"What a simple thing!"
Chu Heng threw away the magazine and pulled away the manuscript papers. The more he looked at it, the angrier he became: "I think you just don't pay attention and just want to do it perfunctorily! Look at all the stuff you messed up with... huh?"
As he spoke, he suddenly froze. He took out the bottom piece of manuscript paper and looked at it carefully. Immediately, he slightly raised his eyebrows, turned his face faster than a dog, and pointed with a smile.
Holding the piece of clothing above, he said: "If I remember correctly, this dress is not from those magazines, right? This one is relatively good. Although there are some minor flaws, the flaws are not hidden, and it is at least a hundred times better than if you copied it.
Come on, tell me, how did you come up with the idea of designing such a piece of clothing?"
"Which one?" Gao Wenlong was confused when he heard this. He couldn't remember anything original, so he stretched his neck to look over. When he saw the clothes on the manuscript paper, his face showed confusion at first, but soon
He looked astonished again, and then he saw the old man's eyes rolling around a few times, and he showed his jagged yellow teeth and said with a smile: "Leader, I didn't do this."
"Not you? Who is that?" Chu Heng asked in confusion.
"My daughter."
The old man rubbed his hands and said with some anticipation: "Didn't I always read magazines and information at home during this period? My daughter also looked at me when she had nothing to do. Later, she even tinkered with a few pictures and wanted me to show them to her.
You see, I was afraid that you would be unhappy, so I didn’t agree. I didn’t expect that she would sneak in the drawings secretly, and what’s more, I didn’t expect that she would even fall into your eyes!"
"Do you want me to call someone over to you and ask her face to face?"
"That's it..." Chu Heng twisted the manuscript and looked at it again and again. After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and looked at the old man Gao who had a ghostly look on his face. He roughly guessed what he was thinking and said with a smile: "Then let him go."
Bring it over and show it to me."
"Alas." The old man was overjoyed and said quickly: "I'll go back and call someone for you right now."
"Not now. I have something to do later. Let's go in the afternoon. I'll come over before you get off work." Chu Heng casually put the manuscript paper on the table, got up and walked out.
Gao Wenlong sent him out of the shop flatteringly. After watching Volga go away, he quickly ran back to the factory building in the back room. From several pieces of manuscript paper, he found the drawing designed by his daughter that he had disliked in various ways before, while looking at it.
While smiling, she grinned happily: "Hey, beautiful, so beautiful, she is indeed my Gao Wenlong's daughter!"
"This girl...is really a blessing and a blessing, and a blessing and a blessing. You saved your father's life!"