The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

Ai Xuan lowered her eyes calmly, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

Seeing that someone is deliberately making trouble, how can others dare to join in?

Ai Xuan chuckled, picked up the remote control pen on the table again, and turned it over without any response.

Finally finished watching them all.

On a cloudy day, everyone voted and chose the version designed by Ning Xiaogu.

Lei chose the draft designed by Yu Yihan.

There is no suitable theme for rainy days, so all those who choose the theme of rainy days have to stay up and work overtime at night.

The more controversial one is the sunny day.

The best performers in this theme are naturally Sang Ran and Ai Xuan.

In fact, everyone knew very well that Ai Xuan's design draft was far inferior to Sang Ran's.

Sang Ran has an absolute talent for color control. He uses the colors well. A little more color would be tacky, and a little less color would be tasteless.

Ai Xuan's design draft is a bit too exaggerated, with various elements piled together, as if trying to challenge herself.

Her color saturation is also very full.

The vote ended in a tie.

Ai Xuan's face became more and more ugly, as if a draw with Sang Ran was not in her plan at all.

Ai Xuan announced: "Since you can't choose, let me make the final decision."

Sang Ran looked at her quietly.

Ai Xuan seemed to want to make her decision more convincing. She turned to Sang Ran's design draft:

“Although this model by designer Sang is good-looking, it is not stunning and it ignores the target audience.”

She circled and dotted the pictures while speaking: "Although we designed it for female celebrities to walk on the catwalk, the ultimate goal of the brand is definitely to have an effect that can be directly linked to the brand's sales profits."

"The hem of your skirt is too exaggerated, and the white cloud embroidery is complicated. Even if you get exposure on stage, it will be very troublesome to develop related elements later, and it will be difficult for the brand to make extended sales."

Sang Ran: “…”

Ai Xuan turned to her own design draft: "This white and blue fishtail skirt of mine can not only show the model's figure, but also is very daily. The design process is simple, and the main fashion element is this bold color combination."

“I believe that once released, this will be the most popular color this summer.”

The implication of praising one and criticizing the other in her words was too obvious.

"So I finally decided to use my version. Do you have any questions?"

"No problem." Everyone said in unison.

Anyway, they can’t be blamed if the brand is dissatisfied, so they will naturally do whatever is easiest.

Sang Ran thought so too.

But this is Yan Qi's company, and she is here to help.

If Ai Xuan were allowed to finalize the design draft in such a rough manner, it would be very detrimental to the future development of Only Company in the industry.

She finally understood why Yan Qi said that the designers in his company could not handle big projects.

Sang Ran spoke slowly, and her tone was quite gentle:

"I suggest you give it some more thought. After all, Alim chose high-end customization this time, and the finished product was made directly before being shown to the brand. It is very troublesome to modify it."

Sang Ran made a sincere suggestion. When faced with major events, she still hoped that all designers could work together and act in the interests of the company.

"Choosing my design means you didn't think it through carefully?" Ai Xuan completely misunderstood what she meant.

She sneered, "We all know that you gave away a 200,000 yuan bag in exchange for a high-end custom order, so you don't have to remind me every day."

Sang Ran looked at everyone’s design drafts.

To be honest, it was all perfunctory.

But if she stood up and said anything now, it would seem like she was overstepping the line, like a nosy class leader in elementary school.

Just being ignored.

She felt helpless and could only leave one last piece of advice: "I hope everyone can take their work seriously, not just for the company, but also for your future development."

That's all for this.

Sang Ran smiled and nodded to Ai Xuan after he finished speaking: "You decide."

Ai Xuan just thought that Sang Ran was exaggerating and misleading people.

Naturally, she would not change her decision because of Sang Ran's words. Otherwise, wouldn't she, as a design director, be too indecisive?

Being led by her?

She seemed to be trying to prove her prestige by raising her chin:

"It's decided. The meeting is adjourned."

Ai Xuan left the office first, and Ning Xiaogu stood up and blocked Sang Ran's way.

She smiled and said, "I never thought that there would be a day when you would be ignored by others."

Seeing this, the others slowed down their packing, as if they were waiting for the two to start fighting.

Sang Ran checked the time on his phone. He had to go house-hunting in the evening and didn't have time to chat with her.

Sang Ran sent a message to Yan Qi on her phone without even looking at Ning Xiaogu:

"I called the police."

Ning Xiaogu paused, then laughed unabashedly: "The police won't care about your position in the company."

Her eyes were full of sarcasm.

Sang Ran didn't stop moving his hands, and his voice was still emotionless: "Do you think the police will intervene in guiding cyber violence and spreading rumors online?"

Sang Ran finally turned off the screen of her phone and looked up at Ning Xiaogu: "You don't think this matter is over, do you?"

Her eyes were cold, but when she saw the fear in Ning Xiaogu's eyes, it turned into a smile.

Ning Xiaogu said in a panic: "What are you talking about?"

"You know it in your heart." Sang Ran raised an eyebrow, "You're not going to get out of the way, are you?"

Ning Xiaogu clearly didn't want to let Sang Ran off easily, but when he met her gaze he unconsciously took two steps back to make way.

Sang Ran left in her high heels without looking back.

About ten minutes had passed since the end of get off work, and Sang Ran and Yan Qi agreed to meet at the door.

They first picked up Sang Ning and then went to the house viewing location together.

Sang Ning was in a good mood today. She sat in the back seat and listened attentively to the conversation between Sang Ran and Yan Qi.

Yan Qi tilted his head to look at Sang Ran who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Why do you look unhappy?"

"Tsk." Sang Ran frowned slightly, "You designers are just playing house."

Sang Ran asked: "Is there really no way to communicate with Alim?"

Sang Ran now feels like she is in a novice village. She is overwhelmed by the stupid designs of those people and their self-righteousness.

Sang Ran finally realized that the domestic fashion industry is not as good as that abroad.

It’s not that she can’t help others, but she should at least follow someone whose aesthetics and design skills are better than hers.

Yan Qi's expression also became serious.

He also discovered this problem. It’s not that the designers in his company have very poor abilities.

On the contrary, some of them are actually very talented, otherwise he would not have recruited them.

It’s just that they are an outsourcing company and don’t have their own designs, so most of their designers are paid a fixed salary.

It's not as good as the ones out there that can get dividends from styles.

They don’t get any subsequent rewards for their designs, and over time their passion for design fades, so they naturally complete their tasks like a production line.

Sang Ran frowned and said, "I can't say it yet. If I say it, it will only attract hatred."

Who would want to work hard when they can just take it easy?

She could also understand the thoughts of people like them. Most of them had money at home and went to work just to appear less idle.

Yan Qi sighed softly: "The problem now is not with Alim. I heard that President Qiao has repeatedly proposed to exchange you back. Isn't this useless?"

"The artists don't want to do it because they are afraid of taking risks."

Sang Ran didn't say anything, she lowered her head and thought for a moment, then she spoke: "Do you have Sun Yi's contact information?"