Bai Qingluo simply tidied up the small room and moved a chair. As soon as she sat down, Su Yan came over with the design draft.
As soon as she entered the door, a strange smell hit her face, so she stretched out her hand and fanned it in front of her face.
"Miss Bai, this is the design draft you asked for." Holding back her nausea, Su Yan threw the design draft on the table and turned to leave.
"stop!"
Su Yan stopped and turned around.
Bai Qingluo stood up from the chair and approached her.
Her face was cold, her whole body had a terrifying aura, and the gaze in her narrow eyes was like a sharp sword that could cut people into pieces.
She is like a female general who kills on the battlefield, cruel and tyrannical. She is also like a high-ranking queen, cool and noble.
But no matter which one it is, no one dares to feel even the slightest bit rebellious.
"You, what are you going to do?" How could this Bai Qingluo have such a scary aura?
Bai Qingluo stood still in front of her, "Su Yan, right? Have you heard a sentence?"
"What, what are you talking about?" Bai Qingluo was taller than her, and she had to look up at her when she spoke. This made Su Yan feel like she was being crushed from all directions, which was very unpleasant.
But Bai Qingluo's aura frightened her and she didn't dare to say anything.
Bai Qingluo lowered her eyes and glanced at her, "Leave a few strands in your life so that we can meet again in the future."
Su Yan pursed her lips hard.
"I don't care what your previous opinions were about me, but the fashion conference is the most important thing right now. If you can't even distinguish this priority, then you can leave."
Her voice is very cold, like the heaviest snow in winter, which can freeze people into ice.
But her tone was very calm, and no direct or negative emotion could be heard, as if she was just stating ordinary facts.
For a moment, Su Yan's mood was extremely complicated.
Finally, she nodded, "I understand, Miss Bai."
Very good, pretty smart!
Bai Qingluo turned around to look at the design draft, "Go and call Lin Shuang."
****
After a whole morning of meetings, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Luo Yanchen was finally free.
Wen Yu looked at the impatience and dark anger in his brows, touched his nose and said tentatively, "Those old men on the board of directors just fell into the eyes of money, and most of their bodies were buried in the ground.
Earning so much money but not being able to carry it into the coffin, I don’t know what to do with it.”
"It's not like they don't know that neon clothes have different meanings to you, Mr. Luo, and they have always..."
Luo Yanchen looked over sideways, his cold eyes causing Wen Yu to immediately shut up and change his words, "... We made an appointment with Mr. Gu at four o'clock. It will take us almost forty minutes to drive there including the traffic jam, and we still have twenty minutes to eat."
"Secretary Liu has already ordered. Would you like some?"
Wen Yu has been with Luo Yanchen for many years and knows that he has a serious stomach problem. He doesn't know when the negotiation with Mr. Gu will end. He has been so hungry and will have a stomachache again.
"No need." Luo Yanchen frowned, "How about Nishang's side?"
Wen Yu, "???"
"Isn't Nishang just..." Wen Yu reacted suddenly, "...Mr. Luo, do you want to ask about Miss Bai's situation in Nishang?"
Luo Yanchen pinched his forehead.
Wen Yu responded quickly and quickly responded, "Miss Bai has a serious criminal record and she suddenly airborne. She will definitely be targeted."
He had been in a meeting with Mr. Luo in the morning and didn't have time to learn more details. But you can know this kind of thing with just your toes.
"What did Lin Shuang tell you?" Luo Yanchen frowned when he heard that Bai Qingluo would be targeted. Thinking of the way she beat Luo Yanyu in the boxing room, he was a little worried that she would take off her clothes. "Let's go, go."
have a look."
Wen Yu, "???"
What's going on? When did Mr. Luo care so much about Bai Qingluo?
Isn't it? Could it be that Mr. Luo failed to pass the beauty test and fell under Bai Qingluo's pomegranate skirt?
Doesn't that mean that he will change his name to "Madam" in the future?
Wen Yu felt his scalp was a little numb, "Mr. Luo..."
Luo Yanchen had already turned around and walked towards the elevator.
Wen Yu could only take steps to keep up.
"Mr. Luo, are you worried that Miss Bai will be bullied?"
In the elevator, Wen Yu couldn't hold back and asked.
Luo Yanchen glanced at him, like an old idiot, "If she can't handle this little thing well, she's not qualified..."
He didn't say the rest. There were some things that he didn't intend to let too many people know for the time being.
However, Wen Yu's mind exploded because of these unfinished words.
What he actually wanted to say just now is that Bai Qingluo must be able to handle the company's affairs before she is qualified to stand by his side.
Oh my god, so Luo always uses Nishang as a springboard for Bai Qingluo?
It's over, it's over, even the colorful clothes are included, Mr. Luo is really in trouble.
Once your mind opens up, it's really hard to stop.
The elevator reached the ninth floor, and as soon as the door opened, the sound of curse words could be heard.
"How do you have the nerve to call others with a vase in your mouth when you are so disgusted by dogs?"
"If the Great Wall was built with your face, it would be crazy if Meng Jiangnu could cry!"
"As for these ghost things you designed, the essence of exposure or non-exposure lies in whether one person scolds you or many people scold you."
Bai Qingluo was really angry to death.
She originally thought that it was because the original design draft was exposed that she messed up the Nishang launch conference.
But now it seems that given the level of designers like Nishang, it is a good thing to postpone the conference, otherwise it will only make Nishang and Luo become the laughing stock of everyone.
Anyone whose well-designed work is criticized as worthless will become angry.
What's more, the critic is still an amateur.
The designers of neon clothes are excited.
"What do you know? Why do you criticize my work?! Do you know..."
Bai Qingluo stared coldly at the designer who was talking, accurately picked out her work from a pile of design drafts, and took a photo of her.
"Do you know what flying embroidery is?"
There was clearly a hint of guilt in the designer's eyes, but he still frowned, "Of course I know, otherwise how could it be used in the design?"
"Oh?" Bai Qingluo sneered, "Then tell me, how many needles are needed to complete flying embroidery at the same time?"
The designer was stunned for a moment, obviously at a loss, "How many more needles are needed? It's just one."
"Don't think that just because you were personally appointed by Mr. Luo, you can talk nonsense here. Do you know about fashion design? Do you know what ancient costumes are? Have you ever heard of what flying embroidery is and you're just blaming me here?"
"I graduated from a well-known fashion design school in New York and won numerous design competition awards. What about you? What do you have? It's just a good background and a good marriage that I got shamelessly. Why do you..."
"Ha..." Bai Qingluo laughed angrily.
How on earth did such a stupid fool who thinks he is smart get recruited?!