The first thousand and seventy-six chapters are the most beautiful women in business!
Some time ago, this Jing Cancan was working as a clerk and secretary in the Zhuang family together with Zhuang Xiaoyue.
She has no interior design talent at all, and I have never heard of her being able to draw by hand.
Unexpectedly, she actually submitted the manuscript in the competition just now and got such a high score.
How can it be?
The judges must have let it slip.
With this in mind, she couldn't help but stand up and question loudly, "Hello fellow judges, I have a question I would like to ask."
An older judge glanced at her and asked, "What's the problem?"
Ma Yijia smiled, pointed at Jing Cancan and said, "Why not announce every contestant's work on the big screen? How could a novice like Jing Cancan win first place? I don't accept it."
The judges looked at her calmly and said, "You are too impatient. We are preparing to announce the works. The works will be announced every year for everyone to learn and refer to, and to prove the fairness of the competition. So, since you are so impatient now,
Then announce it now."
"Thank you, judges." Ma Yijia raised her chin and looked very proud.
The judges shook their heads helplessly. This contestant was impatient and extremely conceited. Such a person would not be able to go far whether in study or work.
All the works of the contestants were displayed on the big screen.
When they saw Jing Cancan's highest-scoring work, everyone was stunned.
Because that hand-painted painting does not describe spring, but it has the breath of spring everywhere.
It makes people feel very comfortable after seeing it, especially the large area of white space and winter jasmine design, which looks very high-end.
She did not choose spring green, but chose jasmine flowers blooming in the wind one after another with light blue curtains.
The design of the interior furniture and the use of space all appear to be very life-like yet warm and high-end.
This is not a simple work, this work is full of aura.
An unforgettable sight.
"The next step is the judging moment. I believe there are senior designers present, as well as some fledgling designers. There are also some who are not convinced and got high scores because they think their work is good." The judge just stood up and said, "So just now
Let’s compare contestant Ma Yijia’s work with this Jing Cancan’s work.”
He was basically slapping Ma Yijia in the face. He compared Ma Yijia's works with Jing Cancan's, just to make the woman who questioned understand where she lost!
Let her be convinced that she lost!
"Ma Yijia's works use a large area of light green, including the tablecloths, which are all light green, trying their best to reflect the feeling of spring. But spring may be invisible or tangible. This is also a kind of you
Expression. However, there is a big tree outside Jingcancan’s window. The big tree is sprouting and there is a little bird perched on the branches. This is clearly spring!"
"Sometimes if you want to express an idea, you don't have to use a direct and intuitive method to express it. Maybe another way will be more profound and artistic."
The judges were gushing over the works. Ma Yijia sat in her seat, her face turning red and white, and she clenched her fists in anger.
I wanted to rush up and smash this old man's face into pieces.
Partiality, even though his own is the best, he insists on saying that Jing Cancan's is the best.
Zhuang Yan must have given Jing Cancan some guidance and bribed these judges.
She glanced hatefully at Jing Cancan, who was not far away and was doing nothing but favor. It was so hateful!
After the evaluation, the awards were presented. Jing Cancan held the trophy and certificate in her arms and felt very happy. She ignored Ma Yijia at all. She rushed out of the venue after the competition and rushed to Zhuang Xiao.
In front of Yue, he raised the trophy high and said, "Xiaoyue, look, I'm the first prize, I'm the champion."
"Cancan, you are so great!" Zhuang Xiaoyue was so excited that she couldn't help hugging her, "Congratulations, I'm really happy for you."
Zhuang Yan also walked out with everyone. As soon as he walked to the two girls and was about to speak, a voice suddenly came, "Mr. Zhuang! Wait for me!"
Zhuang Yan frowned and looked back expressionlessly at Ma Yijia, who was running towards him panting, "I want to have dinner with my sister and may not return to the company for the time being."
The woman pursed her lips in grievance and glanced at Jing Cancan with disdain, "Is she going too?"
He said solemnly and indifferently, "Of course."
Ma Yijia's pretty face turned pale instantly, as if the earth was falling apart. She glared at Jing Cancan hatefully, "She can go, and I want to go too. I have been working in the company for so many years, am I the same as you?"
Aren’t you even qualified to have dinner together?”
Zhuang Yan was speechless and was about to reject her. But Zhuang Xiaoyue had already said for him, "Brother, let's go with her. We can't let the old employees of the company feel cold. Besides, Miss Ma won the second prize this time."
!Although it’s a little worse than Cancan, it’s still pretty good.”
These words were so heartbreaking that Ma Yijia's face turned pale again with anger.
Zhuang Yan stared at Ma Yijia with a frosty face, "Okay then, let's go together."
Jing Cancan was still immersed in the joy of winning the award. She glanced at the woman in shining gold and didn't pay attention to her.
Soon the four of them arrived at a nearby restaurant, and Jing Cancan felt that she was indeed very hungry.
Putting the trophy on the dining table, she couldn't help but take a photo, and then took a selfie with Zhuang Xiaoyue and posted it on Moments.
But in Ma Yijia's eyes, this scene was just a deliberate attempt to humiliate her, the second prize.
She stared at Jing Cancan with jealousy and anger.
Soon the dishes they ordered were served. Zhuang Yan looked at Jing Cancan tenderly from time to time, "Cancan, do you want to work in our Zhuang's decoration company? Or is there a company you want to work for?"
Jing Cancan looked at him with a smile, "Then let's take Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang is also pretty good."
"Okay, with you as the first prize in charge, I believe the old guys in the company won't say anything." Zhuang Yan smiled. Even if she didn't want to go to Zhuang's, he would find a way to let her go.
Ma Yijia on the other side looked at the two of them flirting with each other, with a flame of anger and jealousy burning in her chest.
"Mr. Zhuang, my second prize winner must be worse than shit in your eyes!"
Seeing Ma Yijia suddenly staring at him fiercely like crazy, Jing Cancan looked at her in shock, "No, you are also very good!"
In order to cover up her speechlessness, she withdrew her gaze from Ma Yijia and silently picked up the hot tea in front of her.
Jing Cancan's beautiful face and elegant posture made her even more embarrassed, making Ma Yijia so angry that she couldn't stop the increasingly angry flames in her heart.
"Are you feeling guilty? It must be you! Mr. Zhuang doesn't care about me. If you go to Zhuang's for decoration in the future, how can I still have a foothold?"
Her unbridled words made Zhuang Yan frown, her eyes were filled with endless coldness, her aura was instantly powerful and intimidating, and the air of ice instantly filled the entire box.
"Get out." Zhuang Yan said coldly, his voice seemed to have no warmth at all.
He knew he shouldn't have brought this woman over for dinner.
Seeing Zhuang Yan's eyes looking at her with disgust and coldness, Ma Yijia trembled with grievance, "I have worked hard to decorate a large villa for Zhuang, and you asked me to get out! Do you know that I love you?
Ah! I love you so much that I’m almost crazy! Why don’t you see me in your eyes at all? For you, I worked hard to be good, but what did I get? "
Zhuang Yan stared at her in shock, "What are you crazy about? I'm just your boss, okay?"
"It's you! It must be you bitch. Ever since you came to Mr. Zhuang and Ms. Zhuang's office, Mr. Zhuang's eyes have always been drifting towards you intentionally or unintentionally!" Ma Yijia casually grabbed a cup from the table.
The tea was thrown at Jing Cancan as if out of anger.
Ma Yijia's harsh screams and anger made Jing Cancan raise his head in shock, only to meet the woman's movements.
Suddenly, a figure blocked in front of Jing Cancan in time, and the cup of hot tea was poured onto the man's back, and his thin shirt was soaked with tea.
"Come here! Get this woman out of here!" His solemn and cold expression was frightening.
Hearing his voice, the restaurant's security guard immediately rushed over and directly pulled Ma Yijia up from her seat.
Seeing Zhuang Yan's terrifying expression, Ma Yijia woke up from a dream. She explained incoherently, "I...I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. I just lost my mind."
Jing Cancan anxiously looked at Zhuang Yan who was standing in front of him, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "Brother Zhuang, are you okay? How are you? This tea is very hot, are you burnt?"
"It's okay, the temperature of the tea is not very high, okay, you must not cry, I am most afraid of women crying." The solemn and rough fingers wanted to lift up to wipe away the girl's tears, but after trying, he gave up.
.
He... is just her best friend's brother.
This identity is really embarrassing.
Zhuang Xiaoyue was also anxious and grabbed Zhuang Yan's other uninjured arm, "Brother, follow me to the bathroom and shower with cold water."
Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyue dragging Zhuang Yan to the bathroom, Jing Cancan walked up to Ma Yijia, who was regretting and sad, with a stern look on her face. She raised her hand and slapped her, "You are crazy, so don't express your anger."
Come to me. You have no ability to win his heart. You'd better reflect on whether you are not worthy of his love."
Ma Yijia felt a pain on her face, and her pretty face instantly turned ferocious and disgusting, "You! How dare you hit me?"
She was so angry that she yelled, "Who do you think you are? How dare you humiliate me! Just wait!"
Seeing her yelling and cursing here, the security guard quickly dragged her out.
Jing Cancan pursed her lips in displeasure, glanced at her indifferently as she left, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
ps: There was a hint before that Cancan was planning to pursue a career as a designer, so I wrote about it.
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