Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

Xia Jinting had no intention of prying into the private affairs between Gu Que and Song Kailin, as he has more important matters right now.

As the design director of Airborne, behind the crowd congratulating Hua Zhujin, countless pairs of eyes stared at Xia Jinting, expecting him to fall into the quagmire from a high place.

Xia Jinting felt the undercurrent of this on the first day he took office.

As the director, Xia Jinting has an independent office. The staff in the design department are very attentive, and they clean up the office early in the morning.

As soon as Xia Jinting took office, an employee named Feng Lang eagerly followed him around and introduced the layout of the design department to him.

The design department is located on the second floor of Yimingfang. It is the core department of Yimingfang. Four formal designers have independent offices and two assistants respectively.

According to the current system, different designers are responsible for the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and a creative solicitation meeting is held every quarter to agree on new styles and styles.

As soon as Xia Jinting entered the office, he smelled a strong fragrance.His eyes fell on the perfume lily by the table, and he frowned slightly: "Remove the flowers."

"But... this is specially prepared for you," Feng Lang hesitated.

"Withdraw." Xia Jinting insisted.

Feng Lang removed the flowers obediently, and carefully looked at the young man on the seat: "What do you want to drink, coffee or tea, our coffee is..."

"I want to take a look at your past design drafts first." Xia Jinting said seriously.

"Now?" Feng Lang was surprised.

"Yes, right now."

Xia Jinting spoke, Feng Lang only obeyed, and when he left, he carefully closed the office door.

Turning around, he changed his face, and all the flattering expressions on his face disappeared.

Back in the office, everyone stepped forward and surrounded Feng Lang, and asked curiously, "What about Xia?"

Feng Lang picked out his ears, and said disdainfully: "I want our design draft, I guess I'm not capable, and I feel scared, so I'm cramming."

"Hmph, that's just right. It's time to clean up the materials too. You can give him the pile of dusty design drafts." It was the official designer named Lin Hanming who spoke. Among the four official designers, he had the most senior qualifications. Xia Jinting suddenly airborne, he is most likely to become the next design director.

Feng Lang was his deputy, and he always followed his orders. Seeing Lin Hanming's words, Feng Lang moved the crates of dusty design drafts to Xia Jinting's office.

Looking at the design drafts piled up like a hill, Xia Jinting frowned and said, "Didn't you organize the design drafts into a book?"

"Director, I'm really sorry, we don't have this habit." Feng Lang apologized with a smile.

Xia Jinting absolutely does not believe this. A small suit shop like Haotai still has design drafts compiled into a book. A big company like Yimingfang that holds meetings every quarter can never be unorganized.

This is just a soft nail planted by a new colleague, Xia Jinting nodded expressionlessly: "Go out."

After Feng Lang left, Xia Jinting opened the cardboard box, and the design drafts inside were in a mess, including the first draft, and the revised second and third drafts.

Xia Jinting glanced at it briefly, and soon could tell which formal designer these design drafts came from.

From the lines and painting style, you can also see the personality of each person.

Yuan Xiangcheng, who is in charge of summer suits, has messy and uninhibited lines in the manuscript, which seems to be a casual temperament, while Qiu Shan, who is in charge of autumn suits, writes calmly and meticulously, and one can tell that he has a steady personality at a glance.

Generally speaking, the styles of Yimingfang are mainly elegant, subtle, simple and generous. The colors are mostly black, gray or dark blue, and the design style is between traditional and modern.

The whole morning passed by quickly, Xia Jinting gradually figured out the way, and the speed of browsing also accelerated.

Suddenly, he saw one of the design drafts. The thickened shoulder pads and wide lapels made the whole suit full of strength and sexiness.

Xia Jinting went to look at the signature in surprise, but saw that the manuscript was signed with an English letter "T".

Xia Jinting called Feng Lang in, pointed to the design draft and asked, "Do you know who this 'Mr. T' is?"

Feng Lang scratched his head and said with a smile, "This is the third master's work."

Xia Jinting was secretly surprised that Gu Que knew design? !

This point is different from the content in the book. It is never mentioned in the book that Gu Que understands design.

The proportions of the human skeleton in this manuscript are sharp, and the lines are crisp and neat. One can tell at a glance that it was done by a mature designer, and Gu Que has hidden such a skill.

Xia Jinting was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a commotion from outside.

An old voice came: "I am not satisfied with this suit!"

Xia Jinting frowned and said, "Who is making noise outside?"

Feng Lang lowered his voice: "It's a difficult guest. His wife passed away. He came to make a suit for the funeral, but no matter how Master Lin changed it, he was not satisfied."

This customer was a returned overseas Chinese, and he was very generous. Lin Hanming took this business because he saw the customer's financial strength.

Unexpectedly, this guest was extremely picky. Lin Hanming changed his draft seven times, but the guest was still not satisfied.

No, they were arguing for Lin Hanming to make further revisions.

"Let Master Lin in." Xia Jinting said.

Lin Hanming entered the office and sat down on the sofa without even saying hello.

"Is that your guest outside?" Xia Jinting asked.

"That old man is really sick." Lin Hanming complained, "I changed him seven times, from the style to the color to the details, he was not satisfied every time."

"Pay attention to your words!" Xia Jinting knocked on the table and reminded, "Respect for guests is the principle."

Lin Hanming curled his lips and said, "He deliberately picked on me, and I have to swallow my anger when I co-authored it? At worst, I will refund the deposit to him, and I will not do this business!"

"After accepting the order, it must be completed. This is the consensus of the industry. If you don't do it, you will hurt the reputation of Yimingfang." Xia Jinting said calmly.

"Don't use Yimingfang to pressure me. Whoever loves to do it will do it. I won't do it anyway, so I will leave my words here. Just like that old man, he is not satisfied with the clothes made by gods!" Lin Hanming was angry. road.

"What if someone could please him?"

"If that's the case..." Lin Hanming took off his uniform, "I resign myself!"

Xia Jinting didn't say anything more, just got up and walked out.

Outside, a grey-haired old man was holding a yellow rosewood walking stick and banging on the floor vigorously: "No, no! This is not what I want!"

The employees of the design department walked past him, treating him like nothing.

Xia Jinting walked up to the old man, pointed to the stack of design drafts in the old man's hand: "Old man, can you show me?"

The design draft is from Lin Hanming. The style is a classic notch lapel. The color is solemn and solemn black, and a white rose is pinned on the chest. From the color matching to the details, it is in line with the funeral etiquette.

"Old man, are you not satisfied with this suit?" Xia Jinting asked softly.

"Not satisfied, of course not!" The old man complained repeatedly when he saw that someone finally took care of him.

"Where are you dissatisfied?"

"This color is lifeless."

Lin Hanming heard this and said with a sneer, "This is a mourning dress. If it's not black, why not make it red?"

The old man became anxious all of a sudden: "Hey, who is dead, my wife is not dead, she hates black the most."

Lin Hanming said helplessly, "He's still alive after the funeral. People are old and their brains are not clear."

Xia Jinting made a gesture of silence, and continued to ask: "Then what color does your wife like?"

"She likes white. When we got married, she wore a white wedding dress. She was beautiful."

"Then if I change the clothes into white, are you satisfied?" Xia Jinting asked.

"Not satisfied." The old man still shook his head.

Lin Hanming gave Xia Jinting a provocative smile, as if to say, look, the old man is still not satisfied, so what if you do it yourself, I, Lin Hanming, can't handle the list, you, a fledgling kid, still want to handle it?

Xia Jinting was not discouraged, and asked patiently: "Is there any dissatisfaction?"

The old man stared at the design drawing for a long time, and squeezed out two words: "White flowers, unlucky."

These words almost drove Lin Hanming to death, he said angrily: "The white flowers are holy and dignified, they have already been buried, so they don't care about auspiciousness or inauspiciousness!"

"Shut up!" the old man said furiously, "I told you, my wife is not dead yet!"

Xia Jinting pondered for a moment, then said: "You see, how about I embroider a phoenix on your chest, symbolizing auspiciousness and eternal life?"

The old man's eyes lit up, and he said with satisfaction: "Hello, Phoenix! It's auspicious! It's beautiful!"

Xia Jinting smiled and said, "Satisfied this time?"

"Satisfied, satisfied! That's right, your people don't even ask me, just fool around. It's unlucky to wear a black suit with a white rose. Of course I'm not satisfied!"

After Xia Jinting sent him away, Lin Hanming was dissatisfied.

"Who said just now that if someone can design a suit that satisfies the customers, he will automatically resign?" Xia Jinting looked at Lin Hanming.

"I don't agree!" Lin Hanming said loudly, "Of course you cater to the old man's wishes, of course he is satisfied!"

"The purpose of Yimingfang is to design clothing that satisfies customers. Why do you just cater to it?" Xia Jinting's words made Lin Hanming speechless.

"It's because you are self-confident, unable to let go of your figure, and misunderstood the customer's needs, which caused the customer's dissatisfaction. You are fully responsible for this matter, and half of this month's bonus will be deducted." Xia Jinting's words are well-founded, and no one dares to step forward plead.

Lin Hanming knew he was wrong, and all his arrogance disappeared.

Xia Jinting folded his arms and said, "I have seen everyone's design drafts. Yimingfang has always adhered to the elegant and subtle, generous and simple style in the past. It will continue to be the same in the future. It will keep the basic style unchanged and introduce new ones on this basis. But there is one thing, you We need to keep in mind that the customer’s opinion is the first at all times. Either, use the designer’s professionalism to convince the customer; or, respect the customer’s opinion, and do not act like Master Lin, ignoring the customer’s wishes and going his own way..."

Feng Lang looked at Xia Jinting who was talking eloquently, and was suddenly startled.

Feng Lang thought that Xia Jinting's young age would be easy to deal with, but who would have thought that this young director who looked like an embroidered pillow would be a shocker when he came up.

He beat Lin Hanming, who had the most seniority, so that everyone present did not dare to underestimate him.