In everyone's astonishment, she raised her hand and pointed her slender fingers directly at the towering man.
His tone was extremely helpless, but his expression was extremely sarcastic:
She said: "Ask him."
Gu Liangyan said seriously: "Why are you asking me? I have already demonstrated my excellence. It is not my decision to choose and employ people. He invited me to be the head of the design department. Just ask him."
Everyone was speechless. The flames that were just about to start were extinguished in the direction of Gu Liangyan's fingertips. Including Mr. Fei, who was stunned for a moment and remained silent.
There was nothing wrong with what Gu Liangyan said. It was not her who could decide her position. It was the president of the Li family who gave her the position.
Didn't he know she had been in jail?
Didn't he know that her right hand was disabled?
Haha, forget it.
Regardless of who knows Li Jingyuan's methods, the bigger question is who dares to directly question Li Jingyuan's decision.
Everyone drew back their necks, and even their small glasses lowered their heads unnaturally.
A man like Satan, with a face as handsome and upright as a knife, leaning on the boss's chair as steady as a mountain. A pair of black eyes as deep as ink, looking at them like this, with a cold gaze that can make people shudder with just a swipe.
As quiet as a cicada.
He glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on Gu Liangyan. He had to admit that just now he really thought that he was back in a trance when he held a meeting four years ago. For the sake of creative design, Gu Liangyan could pick several people.
He can speak with all the heroes, he is confident, and his momentum is not weak at all.
Those bright and colorful eyes are no longer as lifeless as those of a decayed old man. Even though they are only for a moment, they are so beautiful that people cannot take their eyes away.
Li Jingyuan smiled, his thin lips parted slightly, with a somewhat cooperative meaning:
"It's my turn, do you have any questions?"
…
The atmosphere fell into embarrassment, and Mr. Fei's wrinkled face turned into a chrysanthemum.
At this moment, Mr. Yang pushed the door open and walked in, and everyone's eyes focused on him.
"Mr. Li, Ms. Hathaway, the Italian Seamaster brand designer, is already here."
Then, with Li Jingyuan's tacit approval, he invited the guests in.
Haima brand, a global high-end design, is definitely one of the new colors in the fashion field. This year, Li is cooperating with them, but it has not been smooth, the other party is not satisfied, and dozens of design drafts have been rejected by Hathaway.
People in the design department had a headache when they saw her. They always thought that the cooperation had collapsed. But what would it be like to directly invite her here now?
The beautiful and exquisite French lady searched the crowd as soon as she came in. She quickly focused on someone and her eyes immediately lit up: "My dear, it's really you! I thought he was lying to me! I finally met you, I'm super
Miss you so much."
Hathaway was Gu Liangyan's senior sister and Gu Liangyan's landlord when he was studying in France. They hadn't seen each other for many years, and Gu Liangyan almost didn't recognize her just now, and now it felt like a lifetime ago, with tears filling his eyes.
"Sister, long time no see. I miss you too."
Hathaway gave Gu Liangyan a big hug and scolded gently: "Where have you been in the past few years? You don't reply to emails. Last time, Mrs. Smith asked me about your recent works. She liked you very much.
The bag you designed, I’m surprised you haven’t heard from me in the past few years. And Xiao Yaoyao, she is still waiting for you to design her wedding dress. You know how strict the Allen family is, and she doesn’t feel comfortable doing it for others. "