Nie Qingyu asked the nurse to bring A4 paper and carbon pencils, then sat at the table next to the bed and began to draw clothing design drawings.
An Ran watched in amazement as Nie Qingyu skillfully painted on the paper, and soon a costume design sketch was taken shape.
Nie Qingyu showed it to An Ran for appreciation and asked her: "How does it compare to this dress you are wearing?"
An Ran compared it carefully and nodded in surprise: "Well, this one you drew is more beautiful! Oh my God, you can actually draw clothing design drawings, it's incredible! And your sketching skills are also very good! Qingyu,
Are you the legendary treasure boy?"
Nie Qingyu raised his lips slightly and smiled, and tried to discuss it with her again: "As long as you take off your skirt, I will do it for you myself tomorrow."
An Ran thought carefully for a while and finally nodded shyly.
Nie Qingyu opened her zipper, took off the dirty and torn skirt, and threw it into the trash can.
An Ran put on her pajamas, lay in Nie Qingyu's arms and yawned.
"Go to sleep." Nie Qingyu reached out and turned off the light.
"I fell asleep, will you leave me?" the woman asked with lingering fear.
"Won't."
An Ran chose to believe him and finally fell asleep peacefully in his arms.
That night, the upper class circles of the imperial capital were almost turned upside down. Several people were looking for Nie Qingyu, but his mobile phone was turned off and there was no news. No one could find him.
Until the next morning, when Nie Qingyu was having breakfast with An Ran, he turned on his mobile phone.
The overwhelming number of missed calls and unread messages almost filled the memory of his phone. Nie Qingyu took a cursory glance and found that the situation was almost as he expected.
He was not in a hurry to reply to the message and had breakfast with An Ran slowly.
An Ran has not forgotten his promise last night: "What you promised me...does it still count?"
Nie Qingyu glanced at her lightly. After a good night's sleep, the woman no longer looked as miserable as last night, and her face was radiant again. Her clear eyes were looking at him expectantly.
"Of course." He responded.
An Ran was excited and couldn't help but remind him: "You said you would make my skirt with your own hands, and you would also design and make my rings with your own hands..."
Before he finished speaking, Nie Qingyu's phone vibrated.
He glanced at the number and saw that it was Mr. Nie calling, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips. It was not until he was about to hang up automatically that he answered the call slowly.
"What on earth do you want to do!... You actually beat Liang Kai until he broke his muscles and bones because of a woman. Are you crazy! How can you do this to the close friendship between our Nie family and the Liang family! The Liang family has already
You came to me! Tell me how to explain to the Liang family!" Mr. Nie had obviously been holding back all night, and he was full of fire when he opened his mouth.
Nie Qingyu chewed his food gracefully, and after patiently listening to Mr. Nie's scolding, he replied slowly: "The long-term friendship between the Nie family and the Liang family ends with me and Liang Kai."
"What the hell are you talking about!" Mr. Nie was so angry that he almost had a stroke.
"I will handle this matter well. Grandpa doesn't have to worry too much." Nie Qingyu paused here and added: "Grandpa has not been involved in world affairs for a long time. He can just ignore the people of the Liang family and make trouble.
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There was a loud bang and the phone was hung up. Mr. Nie probably smashed the phone in anger.
Nie Qingyu's expression did not change at all, he put down his phone and continued to have breakfast.
"I'm full." An Ran put down her chopsticks and looked at him with bright eyes. "When will you start?"
Nie's Group covers countless businesses, but it is not involved in the jewelry and clothing industries.
After breakfast, Xiao Gao contacted a small jewelry company that was on the verge of bankruptcy for Nie Qingyu, and initially negotiated a purchase price.
An Ran changed her clothes, and Nie Qingyu asked Ah Hao to go through the discharge procedures. He personally took her and quietly drove out of the hospital.
The two of them arrived at the "Cuihua Mantang" jewelry company. The person in charge of reception was an HR manager from the jewelry company, with a kind smile on his face.
"Hello, Mr. Nie, I am Manager Zhang! Mr. Nie is here to visit us, and our company will be very prosperous!" Manager Zhang was a little excited.
I don’t know why their small and broken jewelry company was attracted by the business overlord Nie Qingyu, and even personally inspected the acquisition. No one believed it.
Nie Qingyu patiently listened to Manager Zhang's compliment and asked calmly: "Is the jewelry processing workshop working normally?"
"Yes... there is a master craftsman who is making a set of privately customized Nanhong jewelry in the processing workshop these days. I will take Mr. Nie in for inspection." Manager Zhang replied quickly.
Entering the processing workshop, An Ran looked at the complicated machines and delicate tools curiously, mentally trying to figure out their uses.
A craftsman wearing reading glasses is in the process of inlaying the southern red color, and he is very dedicated to his work.
Hearing the footsteps, Master Feng finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head, looked at Nie Qingyu through his reading glasses, and asked: "Young people come to learn skills?"
Nie Qingyu nodded and whispered a few instructions to Manager Zhang.
Manager Zhang looked a little strange, but he still followed his instructions and answered Master Feng: "This gentleman wants to personally forge a ring for his girlfriend. Master Feng is responsible for helping him find the tools and raw materials he needs."
Nie Qingyu had already spread out the manuscript paper on the table and started drawing the design with a carbon pencil.
An Ran was surprised to see his skillful drawing, as if this was his job, so natural and smooth.
After a while, three diamond ring patterns were born on the manuscript paper. Each pattern was extremely exquisite, a style she had never seen before, and they were definitely not imitations.
"Pick one." Nie Qingyu handed her the manuscript paper.
An Ran's surprise turned into surprise. With bright eyes, he carefully looked at and compared the three patterns, but still didn't believe it: "Do you really have to make it yourself?"
"Yeah." The man still cherished his words like gold.
An Ran took a deep breath and pointed to the last ring pattern. "It's so beautiful."
Nie Qingyu walked over with the drawing and said a few words to Master Feng. Master Feng immediately found the jewelry raw materials and tools needed.
An Ran watched in amazement as Nie Qingyu skillfully used those exquisite tools to forge the ring. His proficiency was almost the same as Master Feng's.
Master Feng stopped what he was doing and looked at Nie Qingyu in surprise. After a long time, he praised: "Young man, at what age did you start learning to do this? You have a good talent!"
Nie Qingyu just curled his lips lightly and did not answer.
But Master Feng was a talkative person. He began to comment on Nie Qingyu's craftsmanship: "My hands are very steady, and I have a good command of the forging and inlay techniques. I have been in the industry for at least ten years!"
Affirmative sentences. Comments from professionals!
An Ran was even more surprised when she heard this. She had known Nie Qingyu for ten years and had never heard of when he learned jewelry forging and inlay techniques.