Jiang Song nodded again and again when he heard his wife's words, isn't it, you must know that it is not so easy for a factory to train a fashion designer, it will take several years of hard work, and the master will slowly bring it out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the above requirements are too many and too strict, and the designer's work is often rejected, so they don't care how much time you spend on the work and how many all-nighters you stay up with.

A few designers really couldn't stand it, so they quietly jumped ship, but in a blink of an eye, other factories made their works out and put them on the market, although the sale was not a big fire, but the profit was not small, for those small factories, it was already a happy event.

But this is absolutely bad news for their factory.

Now there are only two designers left in the factory, both of whom are old qualifications, and the design drafts have been rejected twice in a row, and they have already complained, and they have the meaning of wanting to change jobs, but because of the constraints of the contract, they have not left.

If there really was a company that was willing to pay liquidated damages for them, I am afraid it would have run away a long time ago.

A few people chatted while eating, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed with peace of mind, a little hesitant, but thinking that if they didn't say anything, Zhang Ling would leave in a while, and it would be a little bad to mention it again.

plucked up his courage and walked to Zhang Ling's side.

Zhang Ling put down her chopsticks and looked at her suspiciously, and Zhang Ling's eldest sister Zhang Mei also looked at her together.

"Sister Qin, what's wrong?"

"Well, sister of the Zhang family, you have helped me a lot, I am really embarrassed to mention this matter again, but my man has just been hospitalized, and I don't know how much it will cost in the future, I want to try." ”

"Big sister, what do you want to try, if you have something to say, it's okay, everyone can live in a ward, it's fate. Zhang Mei hurriedly spoke.

"Just now I overheard that the man of the Zhang family's sister is working in a garment factory, so I ......" Before Anxin's words were finished, Zhang Ling interjected: "Oh, you want to work in a garment factory, right?"

When Zhang Ling said this, Jiang Song also noticed the middle-aged woman with a sad face, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped the corners of her mouth and said: "Our factory is the largest garment factory in the provincial capital, and the requirements for employees are also quite high, not only must they know the basic clothing production process, but they must at least graduate from junior high school." This eldest sister, ...... you?"

"No, no, I don't want to work in a garment factory, you see, my man is still hospitalized, not ten days and half a month, I can't get out, I want to try the work of that designer. As soon as Anxin finished speaking, he saw Zhang Ling's eyes change.

She glanced Anxin up and down, her eyes became a little detached, and she was not as enthusiastic as she was just now, probably thinking that Anxin was a person with low eyesight.

Zhang Mei was a little direct, and there was a hint of ridicule in her eyes: "Big sister, you don't think that the fashion designer is the dog's tail grass on the edge of the field in your countryside, who can be seen everywhere, anyone can be it, right?"

"Xiaomei, how do you speak, where did you go after decades of upbringing?" Mrs. Zhang reprimanded a little unhappily, and then turned to peace of mind and said: "Child, my eldest daughter is straightforward and fast-talking, don't take it to heart, she has no malicious intentions." ”

An An waved her hand and said that it was okay, of course she knew her current identity, how shocking it would be to bring it up, the sisters of the Zhang family just changed their words, and they were already polite, I am afraid that if they change to someone else, they will be ridiculed directly.

"Director Jiang, when I was at home, I often helped the children make clothes, and the styles of those clothes were all designed by myself. I just want you to give me a chance, I don't want you to put a little effort into it, I'm still waiting for my husband in this hospital, but I'll spend my spare time drawing the design draft, and when the time comes, I'll show you, and if you think it's okay, we'll talk about the rest, if not, I'll never bother you again, do you think that's okay? ”

Zhang Ling originally wanted to say, how good can you be as a rural woman designing clothes for children, you don't know the fashion trend in the provincial city, but then I heard her say this, and then looked at Liu Dahong over there, and there was still a trace of sympathy in my heart, knowing that this woman must be forced by money to do such a thing.

"Jiang Song, this eldest sister is not easy, anyway, I don't want you to do anything, you just give him this opportunity. ”

Jiang Song looked Anxin up and down again, she was an ordinary and simple rural woman, there was really nothing outstanding, and she even had a little humble feeling, and she really didn't have anything to do with such a tall profession as a fashion designer who walked in front of fashion.

But since his wife opened his mouth and everyone was in the same ward, it didn't seem good for him not to agree, so he nodded with a serious face and said, "Okay." But you only have one chance, and if it doesn't work this time, I also hope that you can keep your feet on the ground and don't think about something unrealistic. I can understand that your husband needs money for treatment, but it's not anything, it's all you can think about. ”

Jiang Song thought about it, but still warned for peace of mind.

Anxin understands, he is also well-intentioned, and he is afraid that Anxin has a low master, but it is easy to make mistakes.

She didn't say much, anyway, as soon as the design draft came out, he would know and change his opinion.

It's been more than ninety years, and she's come up with two thousand years of clothing trends, and I don't believe they won't see the novelty.

After breakfast, the doctor made a round, and then gave Liu Dahong a bunch of checklists, and ran between various departments with peace of mind, pushing a pulley to send Liu Dahong over for examination.

Just like that, the morning slipped quietly.

Jiang Song looked at Anxin so busy, and also felt that this woman was really not easy, but no matter how hard she worked, it didn't mean that she could be delusional.

Taking advantage of the noon lunch break, Anxin finally could catch his breath, ran to a small shop, bought pencils, paper, and watercolor pens drawn by primary school students, and began to sit on the side of Liu Dahong's bedside, writing and drawing.

She could actually draw professional clothing design manuscripts, but she couldn't explain how Qin Xiaoying, a rural woman, knew those technical terms.

So she thought of another way, simply drawing the dress and painting it with color, replacing it with vernacular where it should have been a technical terminology.

Jiang Song helped his mother-in-law feed the water, sat next to him and thought about things, occasionally looked up, and saw Anxin's posture, which was really like a thing, and couldn't help but be very curious, but in the end, where the identity was, he would not walk over and ask frivolously.

But Liu Dahong woke up and asked Anxin what he was doing, and Anxin told him truthfully, and handed him the clothes he had drawn.

Liu Dahong was also very worried, but he didn't dare to tell the truth, for fear that his wife would be unhappy.

How could a garment factory in a large provincial city look at her as a woman from the countryside who painted clothes?

If all of this is possible, those designers who live in the city should not be ashamed to die? )