100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 162

"Whatever you want, call me if you sell it." Yi Yang is always so capable.

"Row."

Putting down the coffee cup, Yi Yang walked away. When she left, she couldn't even breathe evenly.

Sitting in her car, she turned her eyes to stare at this store that had sold countless works of hers. Countless records were broken here. As soon as I went out, the clothes on the back feet were packed and paid for.

Could it be that what she's selling these years isn't her own designs, but what Shi Ying said is that she's selling big-name effects?
It takes half an hour for Yi Yang to return to the company. During this half hour, her mobile phone has been quiet, and she is inexplicably nervous.

Since the skirt was not hung in her Yi Yang's special section, of course it was not easy to sell.

At this point, there was an endless stream of customers in the store, but the customers who saw the dress didn't take a second look.

When she returned to the design department, Yi Yang sat back to her seat indifferently. She turned on the computer and put the mobile phone next to the mouse, and made sure that it was not on mute. Yes, she was waiting for the call from the store manager.Every second made her feel uneasy.

Yi Yang didn't hear back until he got home from get off work, which is already abnormal.

In other words, if the clothes she designs are not labeled with her name Yi Yang, it will be difficult to sell them.

Shi Ying's words came true.

Until a week later, at noon one day, Yi Yang's cell phone rang suddenly, and she swiped the answer button...

"Designer Yida, your friend's dress has been sold." The other party's voice was silent.

"Well." She didn't have any emotional ups and downs.

"It's just the price..." The manager felt sorry, and was too sorry to say anything.

"How much do you sell? Just tell me, it doesn't matter." She was already prepared.

After a brief silence, the store manager said, "558 yuan."

"..." Yi Yang's blood froze in an instant, she tried her best to keep calm, even her breathing became constricted.

"Designer Yida?" The other party was puzzled.

She regained her senses and said lightly, "You can take the money, my friend doesn't want it anymore."

"Designer Yida? Are you angry?" The other party was anxious, with a gentle voice and a very good attitude, "Please listen to my explanation, the design of her skirt is really not distinctive, and I can't help it. The business in the store has always been very good, new clothes are added every day, and the clothes that have been pressed for the longest time cannot exceed 24 hours, but your friend has been pressed for a week, if I don’t sell them at a lower price, it will directly affect the performance of the store , leaving a bad impression on customers.”

"I'm not angry, my friend said, you just keep the money from the sale." She said calmly.No matter how angry you are, you won't be angry with her.

"Then your future designs...will you sell them in our store?" The manager spoke anxiously.

"Let's go." She said, "I will bring over new works when I have them."

"Okay, thank you thank you!" The person on the other end of the phone finally breathed a sigh of relief, "If your friend's design improves a little in the future, we will also help sell it."

"..." Yi Yang's face was very ugly.

After hanging up the phone, she was very, very depressed.

She was not in the mood to design for the whole day, and she was in a particularly bad state. Such a blow is undoubtedly the most fatal for a designer.

The lowest selling price of a garment made by her Yi Yang was 569 million, and this one was only sold for 558 yuan... What an irony.

Because of the poor condition and because she realized the problems in her design, Yi Yang's originally designed wedding dress became less and less pleasing to the eye. Fabric that can be molded!
Her hysteria could be heard in the studio next door, and her colleagues were puzzled.

For the past week, Sheng Yu has been holding back and not coming down to look for Shi Ying.

She obviously has the fingerprint password of the exclusive elevator, but she never showed up once, what a wonderful job!

Shengyu looked gloomy.

What is that little woman doing?Dedicated to design?Did she miss him?

Gunpowder in the design department didn't know about his reputation as the president some time ago. Shi Ying didn't say anything, and Yang Jian didn't report it. Naturally, he didn't know that Xiaoying and Yi Yang were secretly competing.

Today, just after leading an important meeting, Sheng Yu called Yang Jian.

"President."

Yang Jian picked up the receiver and stopped all his movements.

"Is Xiaoying off work?" He asked in a low voice.

"President, Shi Ying has been working overtime recently, designing wedding dresses with Tang Tang, but today Tang Tang seems to have left first, Shi Ying is now alone in the production room."

"What room is she in?"

"Room 11."

Sheng Yu asked him again, "Next month's Paris fashion show, will she participate?"

"Yes, I directly assigned a spot for her." Yang Jian said.

The man's eyes darkened, "What's her attitude? Are you unhappy or accepting it?" Sheng Yu knew that Shi Ying must be sensitive when deciding such a thing by default.Because she is afraid of people gossiping.

"She readily accepted." Yang Jian didn't mention Yi Yang at all.

Suddenly, Sheng Yu was worried again, "It's only been a month, and she still has time to help Tang Tang design?"

"..." About this point, Yang Jian, the director, didn't know about it.

……

The night is getting darker.

Yi Yang got off work early today. She has been in a bad state recently. After cutting up the designed wedding dress, she never designed a work that satisfies her.

Because of the unprecedented pressure, she was used to drinking, and only in the dead of night would she admit in her heart that she might have run out of inspiration.

At night, she stood on the balcony of her apartment and made an international long-distance call against the evening wind.

The whole process was spoken in English, and she chatted with her good friend, the royal designer, about Princess Riley's preferences.

Tianjiao International, the production room on the 11th floor.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and the lights in Room 11 were still on.

Sheng Yu had already ordered the chef to prepare a delicious supper. He was standing outside the No. 11 production room and knocked on the door without waiting for an answer right away.

He and Shi Ying haven't been in touch for a long time. Ever since he sent her back to Happiness Lane that night, she said she was going on a blind date, he got angry and told her to get out of the car...

The two never met face to face after that.

Raising her hand to knock on the door again, Shi Ying opened the door from the inside, and when she bumped into his deep, dark eyes, she was slightly startled. Before she could close the door, Sheng Yu stretched out her hand to hold the door.

She looked at him with indifference on her innocent face.

"I asked the chef to prepare supper, let's go up and eat together." His eyes were quietly locked on her face, and the facial features were as deep as carvings.

Standing at the door, Shi Ying stared at this tall and handsome man with perfect proportions, she shook her head, "I won't go."

The refusal really hurt Sheng Yu a little, but he mustered up the courage to come to her.

He stared at her for a long time, and asked patiently, "Are you angry?"

"What are you angry about?"

The man's thin lips moved, and there was no superfluous expression on his beautiful face.

(End of this chapter)