"President Rong, no, I feel I should still call you Little Dai! That's more intimate!"
"What other surprises can you give me? It's only been three days and you've already come up with so many single items. You have a god-given talent for this!"
After finishing the coordination with the factory, Ran Jing was summarizing materials when Rong Dai handed over the sketches she had completed that morning.
She looked at the sketches Rong Dai handed over and was stunned at first. Then she quickly glanced over the sketches several times.
Then she looked up at her with an expression like she was looking at a genius monster!
Rong Dai smiled lightly without responding. Who made her have a brain that could cheat?
"Sister Jing, I want to launch another series of hundred flowers, peony, peony, lotus, chrysanthemum, peach blossom, azalea, rose. This is what I have designed so far."
"I'll think more about the styles of bracelets, necklaces, earrings, armlets. We don't have any classics now, so let the public evaluate them."
She pointed at the draft and said.
Classic styles are evaluated by the public, not decided by them.
Ran Jing held a thick stack of drafts in her hand, on which there was almost no trace of eraser. It was completely done in one go.
Each one has its own beauty. The flowers have different charm and are vivid.
"You're the boss. We'll do whatever you say!"
As a designer herself, Ran Jing's vision was naturally sharp.
Although she had come into contact with some jewelry designs before, clothing and jewelry were two different courses when examined closely.
She had seen Rong Dai's works. The set of works that participated in the TK event was still in the company's embroidery room.
She thought Rong Dai was already a genius in clothing design, but she didn't expect her to be so talented in jewelry design as well.
No wonder she was able to capture the emperor of Jingjing!
"I'll have to trouble you, Sister Jing. I hope to see the finished products soon."
"There's still some time before the fashion show of Ningyue Fashion. Let's strive to do the publicity during this time."
She said softly. Ran Jing made an OK gesture, immediately getting to work with the drafts in hand.
"Xuechun, how's your drawing going?"
Rong Dai went to Song Xuechun's side and saw her eyebrows furrowed.
Song Xuechun was extremely distressed and frustrated: "Dai'er... President Rong."
"It's just an address. Call me whatever feels natural," Rong Dai sat next to her and looked at the many crumpled papers in her trash can.
She picked them up and unfolded them to look closely: "These drawings are pretty good. Why didn't you want them?"
Song Xuechun shook her head: "This style is too ordinary, and a series of similar products have been launched by Jinxiufang before."
"I'm really poisoned by Jinxiufang. I used to have so many ideas in my head, but now I can't draw anything at all!"
Song Xuechun said with chagrin as she pulled her hair.
Seeing her like this, Rong Dai was a little amused. She was too anxious.
"Don't be impatient or feel pressured. Take your time to draw, you'll come up with something satisfactory eventually," Rong Dai said.
Song Xuechun nodded. She also knew she was too stressed and anxious, which was causing her distress.
After reassuring Song Xuechun, she went to Lu Nianzhi's work station.
Like Ran Jing, Lu Nianzhi was currently doing the most important work in the company, so the two's desks were separated from the others, already piled with a lot of copy.
"Sister Nianzhi," she called out. Lu Nianzhi looked up to see her and quickly pulled over a chair for her.
