Tailor-made president

Ning Zigui recalled the fear of making a presentation for the first time in college.At that time, his teeth were trembling, so that every word that came out of his mouth had its own electronic sound effect.Every time he returned to the dormitory, he had to write "Ihate presentation" in large characters, and then worked hard to prepare for the next presentation.

Fortunately, he has been working for some years now, and publishing is like eating lettuce, almost a daily homework.It's just that this is his first presentation in the new company, so he is full of tension.Especially the man sitting across the table with the brand A lip gloss 500, is his new boss, the notoriously ruthless, enhanced version of Miejue Shitai, the famous Antony.

My surname is An, and my English name is TONY.He has the same name as the major hairdressing directors, and it just so happens that he also serves as the design director in this big company.

Ning Zigui has never really overcome the fear of public speaking, the best he can do now is to make himself look fearless.But under Antoni's sharp gaze, it seemed that even his skilled disguise was fragile.Ning Zigui exhausted all his energy and finally published his design. He wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he couldn't.Because publishing is the easiest thing, the nightmare should really start the moment Antoni opens his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Antoni did not speak. Although the four-color loose powder on his face still exuded a soft luster dutifully, his face was very gloomy.

As long as Antoni was silent, Ning Zigui felt as if he was suffocating for a long time.

After a long time, Antoni finally said, "So what you said for 10 minutes just now was to introduce a kind of silk stocking that is not easy to break, right?"

Ning Zigui plucked up the courage to argue: "Well, you can touch the real thing I designed. The strength and toughness are much improved compared with the previous generation of products. As I just demonstrated, it is not only not easy to break, but also broken. It won’t snag. The materials and processes to be replaced are actually not complicated, and won’t affect the cost. It’s definitely cost-effective for consumers…”

Antoni interrupted him rudely: "Value for money!" As if he had heard a big joke, Antoni said with a smile: "Our customers spend 500 yuan to buy a pair of stockings, and they buy one as soon as they buy it. Beating women, are you talking about value for money now?"

Ning Zigui choked, and made an embarrassing swallowing sound in his throat, and replied slowly: "Because I saw many users complaining on social networks that these stockings are expensive and easy to break..."

The sarcasm on Antoni's face became stronger: "Do you think that's a real complaint? It's just like girls complaining that Prada's bags are not exquisite, and Chanel's shoes are worn out once!"

Now Ning Zigui was truly speechless.

Antoni continued: "Their complaints are a form of showing off! And our responsibility is to give them the capital to show off and talk about! They don't need cost-effective products, and we don't need customers who pursue cost-effectiveness!" Ning Zi Gui is also very ashamed.Antoni seemed unable to see Ning Zigui's embarrassment, instead he criticized more and more fiercely: "I can tolerate your poorly designed products and ugly designs, but I can't stand how you treat our customers like that." I don’t understand. If you still can’t make a turn in your thinking, I suggest you go back to your factory and continue making patterns.”

Go back to your factory and make a pattern.

This sentence really hit Ning Zigui's heart.

He wants to argue that his former company is not a factory, but a well-known clothing brand, but the price is close to the people, and what he does is not pattern making, but real designs, including some best-selling products.But he opened and closed his lips, unable to utter a word.It seemed that no matter what he said, it was just a joke in front of the design director of this luxury brand.

He is just a small designer, and it is already a high ranking to enter the famous "HFCO." How can he speak nonsense in public?

Just like how he climbed up to Fu Cheng back then.

Fu Cheng is like a person living in a movie.In other words, he's like a guy who doesn't need to shit and fart.

Ning Zigui's close friend Shu Zai said with a smile: "Do you think Brother Cheng wipes his butt with his left hand or his right hand?" About the butt?" Shuzai laughed loudly: "Yes! He is such a refined fairy, how could he wipe his ass!" Shuzai let go of this topic, and Ning Zigui's mind was still spinning on this topic. He came to a conclusion: "Brother Cheng is left-handed. It should be left-handed!"

Later, Ning Zigui discovered that Fu Cheng could not be considered a left-hander.Because Fu Cheng's left and right hands are equally flexible.That day when Ning Zigui saw Fu Cheng writing with his left hand, it was because Fu Cheng happened to be sending text messages with his right hand.

Ning Zigui and Fu Cheng could be regarded as very unfamiliar at first, and Shu Zai is also an ordinary person. Of course, Er and Fu Cheng, the favored ones in the clouds, are also unfamiliar, but they just happen to be in the same academy.But Fu Cheng didn't know them, they could also know Fu Cheng as a man of influence, and everyone called Fu Cheng "Brother Cheng" in private, just for fun.

Ning Zigui couldn't control himself, like a voyeur, his attention was like a vine moistened by rain, crazily entangled with Fu Cheng.But at best, it was his attention. This kind of illusory thing had no real influence on Fu Cheng.He didn't think that he could have any influence on Fu Cheng, even after they dated, he didn't dare to hope that he could shake Fu Cheng.

The one who keeps shaking until the ground shakes and the mountains shake is just Ning Zigui.

Ning Zigui's heart was easily fluctuated, but on the face of it, he tried his best to endure it.Fu Cheng didn't respond to this, but it was normal. Ning Zigui told himself that since Fu Cheng's thoughts were not on him, he naturally couldn't detect how many episodes of tragic drama had been played out in his heart.

He climbed up to Fu Cheng, that's what everyone said.

Of course he had to admit it himself.

In appearance, figure, family background, and talent, Fu Cheng was far superior to him, and also far superior to most people.Fu Cheng was very slow to begin with, so naturally he couldn't understand Ning Zigui's troubles from heart to heart.For example, at that time, when it was time to graduate and graduate school, Ning Zigui was considering whether to get a loan from his favorite school or choose a school that would give him a full scholarship, while Fu Cheng was considering whether to donate to the library or build a football field.

The gulf between them is so great that it cannot be ignored.

Potato still smiled and said, "Guizai, you have found a treasure! You don't have to worry about being lame in your next life!" Ning Zigui could only smile wryly.

Ning Zigui pushed open the door, and he could see Fu Cheng painting.Fu Cheng is tall, with long and straight legs, wearing tight-fitting jeans, walking on the school road with a 100% turnaround rate, and is nicknamed the beautiful giraffe.

Being a designer with such a figure really makes a model feel ashamed.Ning Zigui leaned against the door, lingering on Fu Cheng's back with extremely nostalgic eyes.Probably this gaze was too explicit, Fu Cheng couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at Ning Zigui lightly.Normally, Ning Zigui would not dare to look at Fu Cheng, but now he was bold enough to meet Fu Cheng's gaze, walked to the side of Fu Cheng's work station, and pretended to casually look through Fu Cheng's portfolio , and then let out a nondescript sneer.

Fu Cheng frowned: "Huh?" Ning Zigui threw the booklet on the table, and pretended to be annoyed, "If you hadn't donated the library, would you really be able to enter Academy A with such a work?" Fu Cheng Cheng was a little surprised that Ning Zigui could say such words, but Fu Cheng still said calmly: "I donated a football field."

Ning Zigui tried his best to quarrel with Fu Cheng, but it was always like this, no one could quarrel with Fu Cheng.Ning Zigui was laughed at by himself, and said, "Yes, yes, you can donate whatever you like! But because of people like you, many talented but poor people miss out on precious quotas!" Ning Zigui wrote all his anger on his face, but he really failed to read Fu Cheng's emotions completely.Fu Cheng's eyes always seemed to be covered with mist from distant mountains, misty and intoxicating, but the emotions inside were not very clear.Fu Cheng sized Ning Zigui up, and said, "Well, a person with talent but no money...does that mean you?" Ning Zigui blushed a little, but said angrily, "Yes!" Fu Cheng nodded Nodding his head, he continued to immerse himself in his creation.Ning Zigui felt a punch on the cotton, feeling powerless: "You are very calm!" Fu Cheng raised his head again: "Can you just say what you want to do?"

Ning Zigui's heart was seized, his lips trembled, and he said after a long time, "I want to break up with you."

Fu Cheng was stunned, it was rare to see such a slow-response appearance on a quick-witted man, Ning Zigui greedily traced such a rare expression on Fu Cheng's face with his eyes.And this expression can be regarded as fleeting, Fu Cheng quickly recovered his usual calm: "Yes."

can.

Two words, simple and direct.

It turns out that it is so easy to end an intimate and profound relationship.Probably because this intimacy is limited to occasional physical contact, and that depth only exists in Ning Zigui's self-cognition.For a tall, rich and handsome man like Fu Cheng who naturally attracts bees and butterflies, it's probably just a superficial game, and he didn't spend much thought on it.

Anyone can sense that Ning Zigui proposed the breakup abruptly this time, and the reasons are extremely far-fetched, but anyone who is familiar with him knows that he will not casually speak ill of others.And with Fu Cheng's talent, getting admitted to College A is a piece of cake, and building a football field for the school is just icing on the cake, so how can it be an ironclad proof of black-box operations?

Ning Zigui found fault for no reason and said that he wanted to break up.Probably because he hoped that Fu Cheng would ask him why.Although this "why" can't change the established reality, it can at least give Ning Zigui a little comfort. I believe that Fu Cheng still cares about him a little bit.

However, it does not.

Fu Cheng said "yes", and then continued his creation.

Ning Zigui tossed and turned, remembering the beginning of their relationship.It was so cold that day that his teeth were chattering, Ning Zigui drank a lot of wine under the persuasion of everyone, his head was swollen, his eyes were blurred, and everyone had an extra layer of soft light filter, let alone Fu Cheng.Fu Cheng was originally a first-class handsome man, but in Ning Zigui's stupefied eyes, he looked even more like an exiled immortal, every inch of his skin was divinely lustrous.Ning Zigui grabbed Fu Cheng's sleeve and tried to open his eyes. Although his mouth was vague, it was clear enough for people to understand every word: "Can you be my boyfriend?"

Fu Cheng was also taken aback, and then replied very flatly: "Yes."

After Ning Zigui sobered up, recalling this memory, he wondered if it was because he was drunk and masturbated.It's not a matter of luck or misfortune, his confession was made in public this time, and everyone at the table heard it.Turning on the phone the next day, the group chat messages that exploded inside told him that none of this was what he had imagined.It surprised and delighted him, and a feeling of joy filled his heart.But more panic, he trembling hands, stroked the screen of the phone, the first person in the contact, impressively wrote "Brother A Class Cheng".He deliberately added "Class A", but he wanted to list Fu Cheng as the number one contact person out of selfishness.

He touched the number like a pervert, but he didn't dare to dial it.Fortunately, the design of the touch screen made it easy for him to make a wrong operation, and he dialed the call all at once.Seeing the change of the screen, he was so scared that he was sweating profusely, and he was about to hang up, but he didn't want to call this time and get connected.The other party's deep and pleasant voice came from the radio waves: "Hello." The tone was calm, and the words were correct, and Fu Cheng was right.

Ning Zigui's heart fluttered like a big pineapple in his mouth, he couldn't speak no matter what.

Fu Cheng's tone was a little more confused: "Hello?"

Ning Zigui seemed to realize his impoliteness, and said cautiously: "Hello..." Fu Cheng's tone returned to calm: "Is it Ning Zigui?" Ning Zigui nodded subconsciously, not caring Can the other party see it: "Yes, it's me..." Fu Cheng asked: "What's the matter?" The voice made Ning Zigui feel like being in love with an electric shock, and made Ning Zigui courageous: "Then, shall we have dinner together tonight?" Fu Cheng quickly replied: "Yes."

In this relationship that can be called "love" tentatively, Fu Cheng never said "I like you", or anything similar in meaning.But "can", said the most.