What Bai Zhan was holding in his hand was a detailed draft of the sweatshirt.

To Bai Zhan's surprise, this was the only one of all the manuscripts who moved his manuscript - the girl who drew this manuscript lengthened the hem of the sweatshirt by an inch and a half, so that its "sense of collapse" was strengthened a little more.

Then she also lengthened the sleeves a little as well.

Bai Zhan appeared in his mind, a very common way to wear sweatshirts in later generations: the bottom shirt is missing.

"Who drew this?" Bai Zhan picked up the manuscript and looked at Han and Hou Xiaolin.

Han Yi pointed at Hou Xiaolin: "It's her!" ”

"It's not me!" Hou Xiaolin hurriedly waved her hand, but when she saw Han pointing at her, she sighed helplessly, "It's me...... Director Bai, you say, what did I do wrong......"

"No, actually, you're doing a good job." Bai Zhan smiled, "This style, as long as it is strengthened a little, it should be a big seller." ”

"Huh?" This time, it was Hou Xiaolin's turn to be stunned.

……

Zhang Xiaoshi returned to his rental house.

He put a few bags of instant noodles, mustard and a few ham sausages in the corner of the room, and looked at the rental house he lived in, which had just been rented, which was cheap but remote in a remote location and had a very poor surrounding environment.

He sighed.

After being beaten by Mr. Yang, Sunshine Clothing just sent a representative casually, casually sent Zhang Xiaoshi some symbolic compensation, and then threw his personal belongings into the ward, even if it was to break off the cooperative relationship with him.

Zhang Xiaoshi had no choice but to tell his family about it, so after being discharged from the hospital, he found an urban village, rented the cheapest rental house, and moved in.

While trying to find a job, he is going to contact some clothing companies to try to support himself as an independent designer.

But alas......

Not everyone has the design ability of Bai Zhan.

After being discharged from the hospital, he was busy for nearly a month, and he also took out seven or eight drafts of the design draft, but no matter who submitted the manuscript to, the final outcome was a stone in the sea.

My previous salary was given to my family.

Now he only has the compensation given by the sun.

I don't know how long this kind of sitting and eating will last.

As the days passed, the anxiety in Zhang Xiaoshi's heart became more and more serious.

Zhang Xiaoshi sighed, cooked himself a packet of instant noodles, and sat at the table to eat it.

He ate the noodles in one bite, choking on himself and coughing, and tears flowed from his eyes.

After eating, Zhang Xiaoshi sat down at the table again.

Then, he looked at the manuscript in front of him and began to doubt himself.

Who am I? What am I doing?

Who drew this ugly dress on paper?

Why didn't the person who drew this thing change his career?

When he was doubting himself, Zhang Xiaoshi's pager suddenly rang.

When he picked it up and looked at it, his face suddenly changed.

[Mr. Zhang, your mother asked you to call back]

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Xiaoshi got up, went to the road outside the rental house, found a public phone booth, and got in.

Squeeze the phone, take a deep breath, dial.

The phone picked up.

However, when I picked up the phone, what came from the phone was not the usual clear and transparent call sound, but a slightly noisier sound.

It's hands-free calling.

Zhang Xiaoshi's face changed slightly, and then on the other end of the phone, his mother's slightly impatient voice came out.

"Hello? Little Stone? Mom heard that you were beaten by your boss? Lost your job now? ”

There are also the voices of Zhang Xiaoshi's third aunt, fourth aunt and uncle.

"Did Xiao Shi make any mistakes? Why do you get hit by your boss? ”

"Hey, the last time I came to the second sister's house, I saw that Xiao Shi's face was wrong, I'm afraid I had already made a mistake at that time......"

"Why doesn't this kid learn well, ...... you say?"

On the phone, a large group of relatives gossiped, and their mother's anxious voice was instantly drowned out by them.

After that, Zhang Xiaoshi no longer knew how he hung up the phone.

All he remembered was himself, and he went out into the street in a daze.

He found a "computer room" that was very expensive at the time and could access the Internet, and found a computer to sit down.

He landed at the "Chinese Designers Forum".

What morality, what conscience?

To hell, I just want to copy it now.

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