Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

"Okay, okay, I promise, I will tell him to do it well." Seeing that Gu Que agreed, Lan was in a hurry to announce the good news to her sister, and was about to put down the phone when she suddenly heard a voice from the receiver: "Hello!" hot."

The voice was so soft that Lan almost couldn't hold the receiver firmly. She recognized that it was a man's voice, and thought of the rumors about Gu Que's sexual orientation, she was shocked.

Just when I was about to listen carefully, the phone was cut off.

At this moment Gu Que's waist was tightly held by Xia Jinting, and Xia Jinting's face was pressed against Gu Que's back through his clothes.

"I'm so hot." Xia Jinting unconsciously repeated three words.

Gu Que tried to break Xia Jinting's hand away, but Xia Jinting used a lot of strength when he was drunk, and hung on Gu Que like a koala.

Gu Que only picked up the man forcefully and sent him back to the room.

The moment his body touched the big soft bed, Xia Jinting still reached out to reach Gu Que's waist: "Don't go!"

Gu Que never expected that Xia Jinting would have such a clingy side, so he coaxed softly, "Let go first, I won't leave."

Unexpectedly, Xia Jinting's emotions suddenly became agitated: "Mr. Gu, why are you so kind to me?"

Hearing this question again, Gu Que was stunned for a moment.

Just now at the dinner table, he confuses the question, but now that Xia Jinting is drunk, Gu Que wants to say something from his heart.

"I...love you..."

After finishing speaking, Gu Que hurriedly went to see Xia Jinting's reaction, but saw that Xia Jinting had already fallen asleep.

Gu Que couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment, he felt apprehensive, fortunate, and regretful at the same time.

It wasn't until this time that Gu Que had the time to look at Xia Jinting's room. The room was tidy and warm, and there were small sewn ornaments on the window sill.

Scissors, needlework, and rags piled up the workbench, and there was a thick stack of paper on the table, which was a stack of design drafts.

Xia Jinting goes to work every day, leaves early and returns late, and takes time to practice. These design drafts must have been drawn by staying up all night.

Gu Que leaned against the desk, looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the young man for a long time, stretched out his hands to cover him with the quilt, and quietly brought him to the door.

The next day, when Xia Jinting opened his eyes, his memory was broken at the moment when Gu Que got up to answer the phone, and he couldn't remember anything that happened afterwards.

He has a good capacity for alcohol on weekdays, and sometimes he can't get drunk if he drinks on purpose. Yesterday, he was happy on his birthday, but he was really drunk.

Xia Jinting rubbed his sore forehead, got up to wash, and came to Yimingfang with a sunny mood all the way. He was slightly surprised to see Song Kailin standing in front of the shop in uniform.

After a while, the steward personally led someone to introduce to everyone, and asked Song Kailin to pick and guide the teacher himself.

Song Kailin's eyeballs wandered around, and finally locked his eyes on Zhou Hou, and raised his finger.

In this way, Zhou Hou's group had one more member, and the competition to stay became more and more fierce. In addition, Song Kailin's special status was known to everyone, and everyone thought he would stay. Xia Jinting's eyes were full of sympathy.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, everyone knows that Xia Jinting is really powerful.

As the saying goes, a layman watches the excitement, an insider watches the doorway, and an insider can tell whether there is skill in his hand.

Only bystanders can understand superficially during the actual operation, but Xia Jinting has already grasped the main points. When cutting, the hand is steady, the wrist is flexible, and the knife is crisp.

More importantly, Xia Jinting does not hide his secrets. When someone asks him for advice, he always demonstrates and explains patiently, and everyone obeys him.

But Zhou Hou didn't want to see this kind of momentum. Xia Jinting has only been here for a long time, and the opening and closing of the cutting knife has been well controlled, and the speed of the knife is fast and even. These skills are beyond Zhou Hou's reach.

Zhou Hou became more and more afraid of Xia Jinting, suppressed him even harder, and even threatened the team members, not allowing them to get close to Xia Jinting.

As a mentor, Zhou Hou has the right to rate the team members in the final entry assessment, and the team members dare not offend him, so they can only distance themselves from Xia Jinting on the bright side.

After Song Kailin stepped in, the situation became more serious.

Song Kailin is a person who is used to digging into camps, and when he sees the sun, he can hold Zhou Hou vigorously.

When Zhou Hou cut a piece of clothes, Song Kailin could show him flowers. The clothes were smooth and straight, and the shape of the clothes was straight and three-dimensional, which made Zhou Hou very proud.

Zhou Hou said he wanted to eat cakes, and the next day Song Kailin brought freshly baked cakes to honor Zhou Hou.

What's more, Song Kailin has little ability and never steals Zhou Hou's limelight in business.

Comparing the two, Zhou Hou was even more displeased with Xia Jinting.

On this day, the needle method was tested in the group. As the "handwork" of the four skills, the quality of the needle method directly determines the quality of the clothing.

Needlework exams ranged from difficult to easy. The simple ones included fixed needles and arched needles, while the difficult ones included pricking needles and locking needles. All the students prayed silently not to get difficult problems.

Xia Jinting took out a stick from the bamboo stick tube, and wrote three characters on the stick: "Tie the head".

The so-called "split head" is to make the lapet form a natural arc surface by means of needles, and it will not warp after being folded.The reverse side of the needle piercing is the face of the lapel. Since the stitches on the bottom are on the lower layer, the eyes cannot predict the size of the stitches when piercing the lapel. It is very difficult to control the direction of the stitches with the sense of touch of the hands.

Xia Jinting was very calm. After these days of practice, Xia Jinting's Naboo Kung Fu has improved by leaps and bounds. He sat in front of the workbench with an upright posture, flexible wrists, and threaded needles quickly.

I saw him pad the tip of his index finger under the fabric, and quickly picked out the needle when he felt a slight needle prick to ensure that the needle tip would not pierce the face of the lapel.

This is the most difficult to master among all acupuncture techniques, but Xia Jinting has done it with ease.

Zhou Hou watched from the side with a solemn expression. He wanted to make things difficult for Xia Jinting, but he didn't expect Xia Jinting to do it very well. In this way, it showed Xia Jinting's ability.

Not long after, Xia Jinting tied up the lapel, and the entire curved surface was naturally docile, which showed Xia Jinting's excellent needlework.

With a gloomy face, Zhou Hou took the sample clothes from Xia Jinting and put them on his body. Suddenly, he let out an "ouch" and bent down, clutching his neck.

Everyone watched Zhou Hou stretch out his hand, take out a hand needle from the neckline, and angrily questioned Xia Jinting: "It's really unreasonable for you to leave the needle in the sample clothes and make my neck bleed!"

According to the rules, the garment maker should put the hand needle on the right side of the workbench when taking the cloth, and use it whenever he takes it, and don't throw it away to avoid stabbing the customer.

Leaving hand needles on clothing and causing guests to be injured is a big taboo and you will be fired.

At this time, Song Kailin, who had been on the sidelines, interjected, "Oh, why did you drop the needle in your clothes again, I reminded you several times..."

Zhou Hou covered his neck with his hands, and complained loudly: "Fortunately, I was the one who hurt you today. If you hurt the guests, you will ruin the reputation of Yimingfang!"

Xia Jinting watched Zhou Hou and Song Kailin sing together, and saw through it was a trap at a glance.

Xia Jinting has long developed a good professional habit, inserting the hand needle into the needle immediately after use, how could he make such a low-level mistake.

He walked to the workbench, took the commonly used needle inserts, carefully counted the number of stitches on it, and calmly submitted the needle inserts to the supervisor: "This needle is not mine. They are all recorded in the book, and I have three hand needles of this type, all of which are well inserted in the needle socket."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hou immediately jumped up and shouted, "What do you mean by that? Could it be that I have wronged you?"

Xia Jinting grabbed Zhou Hou's hand covering the wound, and lifted his collar to look at the wound.

"Everyone, please take a look..." Xia Jinting pointed at the wound, "In order to make the butt more natural, I specially chose a hand needle that is one size smaller." Hearing this, the steward stepped forward to take a closer look, and sure enough, Xia Jinting used a small one. The size of the hand needle, the stitches do not match the one in Zhou Hou's hand.

At the same moment, Ah Cheng made a new discovery on Zhou Hou's workbench: "Master Zhou's needle is missing a needle!"

That is the ironclad evidence, Zhou Hou's face was ashen, and he still did not forget to quibble: "It may be... I accidentally stuck a needle on the sample clothes."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhou Hou was not careless at all, but deliberately framed Xia Jinting. If today's incident is deemed an accident, Xia Jinting will definitely be expelled from Yimingfang, and it will be difficult to gain a foothold in the industry.

No matter how Zhou Hou deliberately made things difficult in the past, Xia Jinting could bear it for a while, but this time, Xia Jinting really couldn't bear it, and didn't want to bear it any longer.

He stared at Zhou Hou, and asked loudly: "I handed you the sample clothes just now, from the time you took the clothes to trying them on in only a few tens of seconds, how could you leave the needle on the clothes?! It's clearly you Injure yourself with a needle, and then blame me!"

"I...I didn't!" Zhou Hou stiffened his neck and refused to admit it.

Xia Jinting didn't bother to argue with him, and directly reported to the supervisor: "Since Zhou Hou taught himself, he has repeatedly made things difficult for me, and now he has come up with such a poisonous plan, it is unbearable. If such a narrow-minded person stays in the shop It will definitely affect the reputation of Yimingfang, so please resign!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a violent coughing sound from the crowd.

The steward turned around and saw that the elderly Master Liu was coughing out of breath. He was shocked and said: "Master Liu, don't worry, take care of yourself!"

"Cough, cough... I believe Ah Hou, he is a good boy, and he will definitely not do such a thing!" Master Liu panted to speak for Zhou Hou.

Xia Jinting remembered that Zhou Hou was the nephew of Master Liu.

Master Liu is an old employee of Yimingfang. He has spoken, and it is not easy to say anything more, so he can only pull Xia Jinting aside and persuade him softly: "Xiao Xia, Master Liu has already spoken, so you can give it to me again." Zhou Hou has a chance, how about I change you to a tutor?"

The implication is to keep Zhou thick.

Xia Jinting frowned and said: "Break the rules and frame your colleagues, you give such a person a chance?"

"Isn't this... something that can't be helped, after all, Master Liu's place..."

Xia Jinting understood, he took off his uniform neatly, and said decisively: "If he doesn't leave, I will!"

"This..." The steward looked embarrassed, but didn't say much, watching Xia Jinting walk out of the store.