"Zheng Li, you devil, you take pleasure in destroying other people's inner dreams, you know?!"

The voice on the phone was so loud that everyone present could hear it, but Zheng Li still endured listening to the other party's movements, wondering if He Junzhi had torn up the picture of Song Yuelou.

I can't bear it. As soon as he thought that He Junzhi was lying on the bed, his saliva was flowing and he stared at a face that looked similar to him, and he was terrified, and he was about to completely destroy He Junzhi's weird habits.

Su Qing listened happily on the side, and hugged the fabric he was looking at tightly and didn't let go.

After Zheng Li noticed it, he sighed and turned his head to ask Master Zhang to record the piece of cloth in his account.

"Boss Zheng, are you and Song Yuelou really not brother and sister?" Su Qing didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, guessing that Zheng Li might have discovered something, but he deliberately added fuel to the fire.

"Of course not. Working relationship, we are not familiar with it. Zheng Li didn't look at Su Qing's face, and replied with a blank face.

At this time, he especially didn't want to let go of He Junzhi, who strongly recommended this Song Yuelou to himself. Song Yuelou can't manage it, the money is paid off, and people won't pay attention to you, even if you make an announcement and hang up with someone, there is no evidence.

Just because Su Qing has no evidence, how can he not put the matter of Song Yuelou buying a cottage in stone, just with a banknote with Zheng Li's name written on it, even if Zheng Li feels that what Su Qing said may be true, but this evidence is not enough to make the majority of people who eat melons believe that the goddess is unscrupulous and cheats their own Party A.

In these years, if you want to be quiet and quiet, you can't be a good person, and you can't let yourself sell it when you lie down.

But because of the inexplicable unilateral report to Song Yuelou, Su Qing got the fabric she wanted as she wished, which reminded her of the wanted bounty.

"I'll give you the banknote with your name written on it, can you pay for the red cloth for me?" Su Qing remembered that people usually provide accurate evidence on the wanted warrant, and the reward is calculated separately.

"Dead this heart. Zheng Li refused.

"Oh. Then will I give you enough money that Song Yuelou gave me?" Su Qing originally planned to use Song Yuelou's money to pay Zheng Li's medical expenses, and now it would be good to have an extra piece of fabric.

"How many?" Zheng Li didn't look up.

"No, in a blue envelope. Su Qing thought about it for a moment.

That is the envelope specially printed by his company, the color he chose himself, and the logo made by the employees, which means that Song Yuelou borrowed flowers to offer Buddha and gave the final payment to Su Qing directly.

So Su Qing plans to return his money to himself, and then get a good piece of cloth for nothing?

"There's a strange loach pattern on the envelope. Su Qing continued to recall.

"It's a koi!" Zheng Li couldn't help but correct himself, justifying the design ability of his company's employees, and the boss said that it was a koi, and no one dared to say that it was a grass carp.

"It looks like it's a long one.,But the logo is like this.,Often even the mother doesn't dare to recognize what the prototype of this thing is.,It's good to look at harmony.,It's good to look at harmony.。 ”

Su Qing also felt that his reaction was too unprofessional, and hurriedly blew at the logo on Zheng Li's envelope.

Zheng Li couldn't figure out whether Su Qing was too good at coming or not knowing anything at all, in his ears, this kind of insincere praise was both praise and disparagement, which meant that his company's logo and his mother couldn't recognize the prototype, let alone other people who ate melons.

Uncle Zhang was still fiddling with the fabric he had shown Su Qing just now, and out of curiosity, he asked from afar.

"What are you buying such good ingredients for?"

"The final work, a full-breasted skirt. Su Qing listened to the other party's question, and answered honestly.

"Wasted. Zheng Li took over the conversation.

This is the fabric used to make the cheongsam, and the fabric used to make the cheongsam is much less than the fabric used for the pleated Hanfu skirt. This is still considering that the cheongsam is a personal daily wear, so a skirt that is only used as a school student's homework and not as a daily wear is not cost-effective with this fabric.

"Then how can you not waste it?" Su Qing said that he humbly asked for advice.

"First, don't make pleats for the lower skirt, and second, change to cheap fabrics. ”

This method is simple and crude, in a word, it is necessary to ask Su Qing to reduce the requirements to use cheap materials, on this basis, it is best to use less, simply throttle, and save money The effect is immediate.

But what's the difference between this and nothing? Isn't Su Qing just for the appearance of the work to wander around here to find material for a beautiful point of view?

"Ordinary materials can't do the desired effect. Su Qing shook his head, saying that such a suggestion was unacceptable.

"Not necessarily, using a few cheap materials to put it together can increase the sense of layering, and it will not be so monotonous. ”

Sounds reasonable, and the advice is pertinent.

But what is a broken skirt? Su Qing heard the new term, and became interested in Zheng Li's suggestion.

"What is a torn skirt? a skirt made of scraps?" Su Qing guessed according to the meaning of Zheng Li's words. "It was worn by the low-level working people of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Have you ever heard of a baina suit? It is also made of scraps, which originated at the bottom at first, and was later accepted by the nobles, who did not hesitate to cut the whole brocade worth tens of millions into scraps, and every piece on a baina suit did not have a duplicate of the same. ”

So the clothes made of rags are also so powerful, I understand it, so if I assume that the aristocratic lady Yingying in the famous book is worn, it will not be disappointed at all.

Su Qing had a good attitude towards accepting popular science, and he couldn't stop nodding.

"Also, the real low-level women such as maids in the Tang Dynasty wore one-piece robes for ease of movement, and clothes with limited mobility such as skirts were the treatment of young ladies. ”

"What does that torn skirt look like?" Su Qing wanted to know more.

"You search for the pictures yourself. ”

Kepjun's behavior said that this could be his own trade secret? If you don't say it, don't say it, she can find it herself.

Zheng Li didn't mean not to explain, but he felt that the point of the prompt was enough, and he knew what the picture of this kind of thing looked like as soon as he put it in front of him, but it was too empty to explain through language, and he described it in vain.

Moreover, Su Qing really had the heart to take this matter to heart, and it would not be too difficult to check it.

After listening to the conversation between Zheng Li and Su Qing, Master Zhang affirmed and appreciated Zheng Li's professional ability, and decided to help Zheng Li start his new business. Following a knowledgeable person is still more reassuring.

Su Qing and Hao Chun left the shop where they had stayed all afternoon.

Su Qing had evening classes and left Hao Chun to go to school alone.

There were a few pieces of paper on the podium at the bottom of the lecture hall, and Su Qing came early, so he took the tables and read them in his hand when he had nothing to do.

This is still the table that counts the final evaluation of students' design works, and it is placed here to confirm to the students for the last time, and it will be officially reported if it is confirmed, and it cannot be changed.

The main thing is to prevent any mistakes in the statistical process.

Su Qing looked at the project and name he had reported, there was nothing wrong, and after signing and confirming, he turned to the list of fashion design majors when he was bored, wanting to see if the people who wanted to knit sweaters at the end of the semester were still there.

Then she found that Miss Shen Mu, who had recently fallen out of love, had changed her design project.

Shen Mu also changed his project to the same Hanfu design as Su Qing.

What's going on, can't you think about it, do you have to fight to the end with yourself? Su Qing didn't know why.

If he really competes with Shen Mu head-on in the same project, Su Qing said that his level of two knives in clothing design will definitely not be able to compete with Shen Mu, who is from this major.

Hey, this person is really a little cheap, and he doesn't let others take advantage of it.

"Have you changed your project?" Su Qing asked in a tone that didn't care very much.

"Yes. Shen Mu didn't seem to want to talk much, and lowered his head to read.

"Your hairpin is a finished work, so if you don't want to change it, you can change it?"

"That hairpin has something to do with my ex, and it changes when it looks annoying. ”

Shen Mu pointed at the right fingers, and Su Qing actually felt that the other party looked innocent and harmless when he made this action.

People can't be so capricious, works are works, predecessors are predecessors, how works are condensed with your countless efforts, your feelings can be fed to the dog, but your works still shine. So how can you change blindly!

"But why did you change the design of Hanfu?" Su Qing couldn't help but complain.

"Because I'm very familiar with Hanfu, it's not too much to say that it's true love, what can I choose if I don't choose this?" Shen Mu held his cheeks. "Do you think I chose this because of you?"

Su Qing almost nodded before he could control himself. But looking at it this way, she, a layman who doesn't know much about Hanfu, has a friend who knows better, and with the stain of engaging in copycats, she chose Hanfu design, and it is not surprising that Shen Mu also chose this.

It's a pity that the scholarship she is aiming for is going to come to naught.

"It was you who inspired me to draw the current design. Su Qing looked away a little at this time, and he didn't have to chat with Shen Mu with a match.

"Well, I'll tell you the truth, I've given myself inspiration. Shen Mu sighed, the so-called frustration in the love field must be made up for elsewhere.

Shen Mu is the kind of person who falls out of love, and his work and study rise like a hanging.

"I designed a full-breasted skirt in the Tang Dynasty according to the story of the West Chamber. ”

As soon as Su Qing's words were finished, Shen Mu lost the sluggish aura he had just had, and his eyes widened as if he had just woken up from his slumber.

"Heroes see the same thing, so do I. ”

Su Qing was so embarrassed that he stood in place, but there was nothing wrong with Shen Mu using a piece of clothing to comfort himself with a similar fate to Cui Yingying?

Does she count as plagiarizing someone else's experience now?

"But we're not going to repeat everything, I'm going to design my skirt to look like a torn one. Su Qing smiled stiffly on his face.

Shen Mu just sat there quietly, his eyes fixed on Su Qing's eyes, he sat very upright, there was no smile on his face, and he didn't say a word to answer Su Qing for a long time.

"Yours, won't it be ......" Su Qing had a bad premonition.