The next day, the sky was blue and the clouds were light.

When Cheng Ye went to Jing Zeheng's office early in the morning for a routine report, he saw the puppet on his desk at a glance.

Cheng Ye was sure that when he came to clean his desk in the morning, he didn't have this simple-looking puppet.

Who brought it, it goes without saying.

Who would buy this thing, you can imagine.

Cheng Ye decisively licked first: "Boss, this puppet is so chic."

Jing Zeheng replied very casually, "It's okay."

Cheng Ye observed his words and put on a curious face: "Boss, can you ask where you bought it?" My wife loves these gadgets the most, and I want to give her one too."

Cheng Ye silently thanked his good wife in his heart, and thanked her for carrying the weight on the way to lick his boss.

Jing Zeheng replied "nonchalantly": "You go and ask Sanskrit, she bought it, and I don't know."

As soon as he heard this, Cheng Ye knew that he hadn't licked the wrong direction today. He responded with a smile, and then sighed: "It's still my sister-in-law who is good to you, my desk has been empty for 10,000 years, and my wife didn't think to buy me something."

Jing Zeheng glanced at his promising secretary, and was in a good mood.

Cheng Ye accepted it when he saw it, and directly began to report his work.

Licking the boss is an art, to be precise, to be appropriate, but also to pay attention to the scale, brainless licking will only lose the job!

In the end, Cheng Ye said: "By the way, boss, the project with Case still needs to be confirmed by you and Mr. Qi, if you have no other arrangements in the morning, I will make an appointment with Mr. Qi for you?"

Jing Zeheng didn't think much about it and nodded: "Yes."

Cheng Ye's last lick was successfully completed.

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In the southern suburbs, in the garment factory under Ling Yu.

After moving away from the city, the temperature seems to drop a lot, the air is filled with the fresh smell of grass and trees, and the clouds are short enough to reach.

After Shen Fanyin got out of the car, he stretched his waist and gave a thumbs up to Yang Qian: "Mr. Yang, this place is really good." It's too extravagant to build a factory."

Yang Qian stared at her and snorted, "Why is the environment good in this place, you don't count it yourself?"

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

What does this have to do with her?

No, it should be said, how could this have anything to do with her?

Seeing that she looked really unaware, Yang Qian's brows slowly wrinkled: "You shouldn't know that this is ......?"

Before Yang Qian's words were finished, the person in charge of the factory trotted over all the way, and said to them with a smile on his face, "Mr. Yang, Miss Shen, Miss Su, you are here!" We're ready, please."

The director of the factory was a fat man in his forties, round and round, with a shiny round head, and the flesh on his face shook when he spoke.

Yang Qian stopped talking and said to Shen Fanyin, "Come on, please Miss Shen give us some technical guidance."

Shen Fanyin wasn't curious about what she hadn't finished saying just now, she raised her head with her hands behind her back, and bowed her head slightly, pretending to be virtuous that Yang Qian wanted to slap her.

Originally, the factory director had a very detailed itinerary, such as inspecting the production line, inspecting the environment of the staff dormitory, and such as a simple but sumptuous "staff meal......

It's a pity that none of his plans were implemented as scheduled, and the three of them went straight to the sample making room, and before the factory director could explain the reason for the poor production of the sample clothes before, Shen Fanyin directly handed him an A4 piece of paper.

The factory director held the paper, and before he could see every data on it, he heard Shen Fanyin say, "Debug the machine according to the data on it, and now make a new version of the sample clothes for me to see."

The factory director looked at the string of numbers and swallowed hard.

This not only indicates the size of every subtlety, but also the cutting arc, the density of the thread and the stitches. The garment factory uses a state-of-the-art production line, and he knows that if he enters this data into a computer, the clothes will be ......

must meet Shen Fanyin's requirements.

Seeing him frozen there

Without moving, Yang Qian glanced at him: "Do you need me to come?"

"No, no, no, don't bother Mr. Yang, I'll go." The factory director did not dare to delay, said hello and walked to the controller.

Yang Qian fiddled with his nails and said slowly, "If you can't even enter the numbers clearly, I really have to consider changing the factory director who knows how to count."

The factory director stiffened at his feet, turned around with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Yang is relieved, rest assured."

He swallowed his saliva, never expecting that his little caution would be directly stillborn.

With Yang Qian staring at him behind him, the factory director didn't dare to make a mistake in a decimal point, and after entering, he repeatedly checked it several times before pressing the start button.

The humming sound of the machine was very noisy, so much so that Su Mu directly took out soundproof earplugs and sent them out one by one like smoke.

The factory director rubbed his hands on the side, looked at them cautiously, and asked loudly, "It's too noisy here, do you want to go to the next door to rest for a while?"

The earbuds worked so well that no one paid attention to him.

In a short time, a freshly baked sample was made.

Without waiting for the factory director to be courteous, Cao Guan directly took the clothes and handed them to Shen Fanyin.

It was a sweatshirt in cream white, with slightly drooping cuffs and soft lace on the doll collar. It's a simple style, but with its unique cut layout, it makes people feel sweet and cute at first glance.

Shen Fanyin looked at it carefully for a while, and then threw it to Yang Qian: "Oh, open your eyes and see, this is the effect of my design draft."

Needless to say, Yang Qian could see the difference early on.

There is also this one in the sample clothes sent yesterday, which looks ordinary and even a little rustic.

At first glance, the contrast is simply not too stark.

Yang Qian put down his clothes and nodded, "Then try the others?"

"Hmm."

Shen Fanyin took out a stack of papers from his bag and handed it to the factory director: "Come, let's do it according to these data."

This batch of co-branded Shen Fanyin designed eighteen clothes, and it would take hours to make samples one by one, and it was obviously unrealistic to stand here and accept the baptism of noise.

But they didn't feel at ease when they didn't leave anyone to watch the factory director operate, and in the end Cao Guan gave a solution - he stayed.

was stared at by Cao Guan, the factory director's hands were shaking, and beads of sweat were falling like rain, for fear that he would not pay attention to enter the wrong number, and the big brother behind him, who looked like a black boss, immediately poked a hole in his body.

The three girls moved away from the noise at a very fast speed, Yang Qian looked at the time, and said to Shen Fanyin and Su Mu, "It's almost noon, there is a farmhouse dish here that is not bad, go there and eat it, and change the taste."

"Okay." Shen Fanyin didn't care about what she ate, she just said, "Just be quiet."

"It must be quiet, it's still working hours, and no one will go."

Yang Qian didn't know that if Cao Guan was there, even if Shen Fanyin was knocked unconscious and taken away, it would never be possible for her to go to that store.

They walked so neatly that no one noticed, and shortly after they left, a sneaky figure left through the back door of the factory, driving a dusty car towards the city at a breakneck speed.