Chapter 7: A little itchy hands

I glanced at him, but it was quite unexpected, this person's name is Liu Dong, he used to be my assistant, before I went bankrupt, he ran away when he saw that the situation was wrong, and took away most of my customers, it can be said that my company collapsed so quickly, this kid has half the credit.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Liu Dong came up and patted me on the shoulder, saying Mr. Chen, why are you here, looking at the smell of sweat on your body, you won't be here to participate in the planning, right?

I shook my head and said I was here to deliver the goods, and it was too hot, so I came in and blew the air conditioner.

Liu Dong laughed, laughing very gloatingly, looking at me with a look of abuse and ridicule, I don't know why he hated me so much, when I was an assistant before, I didn't treat him badly, even if he took away my client, I didn't hate him.

Could it be that people who step on higher than their own achievements will have a different kind of pleasure? I can't figure it out.

Liu Dong stared at me and said Mr. Chen, you don't have 500 yuan in this dress, is it very difficult at home, do you need me to help you?

I nodded truthfully and said that I am indeed very difficult, if you have more money, you can give me a little.

Liu Dong laughed, and took out a wad of cash from his wallet, about two or three thousand, he shook the money and handed it to me, I subconsciously reached out to pick it up, Liu Dong's hand was loosened, and dozens of hundred-yuan bills were immediately scattered all over the ground like flowers.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold it steady." Liu Dong said to me with a smile: "Mr. Chen, hurry up and pick it up, as long as you pick it up, all this money will be yours." ”

I felt a little uncomfortable, but I still bent down to pick it up, Liu Dong deliberately wanted to fix me, whenever I wanted to pick up a piece of money, he would step on it with his foot in advance, and then look at me with a downward attitude, and said with a smile: "Pick it up, Mr. Chen, why don't you pick it up?" Lao Tzu has been with you for three years, and you haven't given me a single salary increase, do you know how much I earn now? Thirty-eight thousand, a full four times more than when you broke the company. ”

I was silent, still going to pick up the money one by one, and soon there was a group of people around, it seemed that all the executives of this company, holding folders in their hands, watching the play curiously on the side, a few people seemed to have a good relationship with Liu Dong, and they were coaxing on the side, although they didn't say anything ugly, but that kind of disdain was more hurtful than a knife.

After a while, the woman named Lan came in with a foreign man, who was supposed to be her client, and when she saw me picking up money on the ground, she asked what was going on? Liu Dong snorted and explained that it was okay, this is a friend of mine who likes to engage in plagiarism, and now life is very difficult, I will give him some money to spend.

That Lan didn't say anything, and after a few words with the foreign customer in English, he said to Liu Dong: "Don't make trouble, hurry up and bring everyone's sample drawings." ”

Liu Dong answered, took out a folder from his arms, pointed to a sketch on it and said to me: "Mr. Chen, do you see it, this is a design drawing I drew myself, it took me nearly half a month, the appearance and style are very good, right?" Today's big business must have been won by me, if you don't believe it, you can just wait and see, this is all thanks to your careful teaching before. ”

After Liu Dong finished speaking, he left, gathered the other executives to the side, and then asked everyone to put their own sample drawings on the table and give them to the foreign customer to look at them one by one.

After picking up the money on the ground, I was tired and sweaty, and simply sat down next to me to blow the air conditioner, and saw that the foreign customer was carefully looking at Liu Dong's sample, as if he was very dissatisfied, and shook his head once when he saw one, looking very disappointed.

I want to laugh a little, the model picture that Liu Dong showed me just now is mediocre, there is no bright spot, and it is still the leftover thing I played back then, it should have been eliminated a long time ago, if even Liu Dong's goods can be considered elite, then the overall level of this company is too low.

I had a little itchy hands, and when I saw that no one was paying attention to me, I simply took out the pen I carried with me, picked up a piece of paper on the ground, and began to sketch according to the quality of the batch just now, from size to size, from collar to cuffs, from details to style, and drew a design drawing of an autumn coat.

As expected, not only Liu Dong, but all the executives present had their models rejected, and the foreign customers stood next to them and beat their chests, shouting "NO" vigorously, while Lan looked at a group of employees with a cold face, pursed his lips, and looked at a group of employees coldly, his eyes full of disappointment.

Liu Dong stood next to him with his design drawing, looking incredulous, his whole face turned the color of pig liver, as if he had eaten.

I got over it, threw the drawing on the ground, and kicked it away.

For more than a year, I have been helping people draw pictures, and every time the other party hears my name, they will show a very disgusted expression, and then return the picture, not daring to use it at all, saying that they are afraid that I will copy other people's ideas.

The circle of clothing design is very small, and it is very simple to ban a person, just join forces to boycott it, as long as I don't wash off the stain of plagiarism for a day, I will never have a chance to turn over in my life.

That's my sorrow.

But fortunately, with Liu Dong's more than 3,000 yuan, today is a small profit, being pointed out by thousands of husbands, being accused of going to court, and being cuckolded by his wife, I still live a good life? This mere humiliation is nothing.

I turned and left, resolute and decisive, ready to continue going back to pull my goods.

However, before I could take a few steps, there was a sudden commotion behind me, and I looked back to see that the foreigner was holding my piece of paper in his hand, dancing in his hand, and constantly shouting "Evenmaiga", with a look of ecstasy, and babbling something in his mouth.

Then someone pointed at me, as if to say that he had drawn the picture.

The entire office fell silent for a few seconds, and then it boiled over in an instant.