because i'm pretty

"For discussion, can you be more polite to customers, especially Hongda?"

At lunch time, Feng Xin took his fat-reducing salad and sat directly beside Li Yikai.

Li Yikai picked out the milk pudding piece by piece from the set meal, and frowned slightly when he heard this: "So I'm going to sue you?"

"You flirted in front of the entire conference room, and you still need to file a special complaint?" Feng Xin asked with a smile.

"I just refused normally," Li Yikai also smiled, "Besides, this project has not started to do anything, so you can't just give in, right?"

Feng Xin naturally stood on the customer's side, and continued: "It's normal for them to worry, in fact, especially for such a company, it values ​​personal experience."

As he was speaking, he noticed the gaze on the other side from the corner of his eye—the person at the center of the dispute was on the other side, listening eagerly to the argument.Feng Xin's tone softened three points: "It's not your problem, Xiaoyuan, I mean Li Yikai. Hey, don't look at me like this."

Yuan Zhiming let out a "hmm", lowered his eyelashes and raised them again, his eyes were burning: "President Feng, I will work hard to revise it, just give me a chance."

Feng Xin opened his mouth, speechless, and asked Li Yikai for a while, "Why does it sound like I'm the villain?"

Li Yikai suppressed a smile: "Yes, you scared our Yuan Zhiming."

"Then I'm ready to go?" Feng Xin waved his hands helplessly, and then argued for himself: "Hey, you are reasonable, and I am not the one who wants to change."

"Don't worry, I'll let the client have nothing to say when I come to watch him change the picture," Li Yikai said to him with a smile.

A small plate of milk pudding was pushed in front of Yuan Zhiming, and he looked away.

Li Yikai smiled: "I didn't see that you still have the ability to retreat to advance?"

"I didn't do anything," Yuan Zhiming continued to eat, "I'm just honest and frank."

"Yes", Li Yikai was thoughtful, "There is no need to do anything special, just draw yours."

Li Yikai's original intention was to let Yuan Zhiming not think too much, and also felt that based on his understanding of him, other people's evaluations would not have much influence.

But unexpectedly, in the next period of time, Yuan Zhiming was as busy as a small spinning top, grabbing Qin Xiaoen or Sun Shanshan into the conference room all day long, or lying at the table to revise the manuscripts.

It's not impossible, but why even miss lunch from time to time?And when it’s time to get off work, he either holds a meeting in the conference room, or he packs up and leaves in a blink of an eye. Asking means that he wants to go home and change the painting quietly...

A week later, Li Yikai listened to Sun Shanshan's report and found out that Yuan Zhiming was not just looking for excuses to be lazy. He had released 3 demos of different styles, each of which was collected and revised after several rounds of comments—but Director Li's was not included.

Employees are highly motivated, have learned to infer other things from one example, and know to present leaders with complete results rather than half-finished products-this is normal and abnormal.

Yuan Zhiming was avoiding him.Li Yikai came to this conclusion.

"I asked Xiaoyuan to put the Chinese style first, which is more in line with Hongda's taste," Qin Xiaoen explained.

"I prefer the second one. The client asked for richer colors. Xiaoyuan's childlike style is very creative, and it would also go well with amusement equipment," Sun Shanshan added.

Li Yikai sat at the top of the conference table, like an outsider.

"What about you?" He asked Yuan Zhiming.

"I still like the third one," Yuan Zhiming admitted: "Although everyone thinks it is similar to the original one, I still want to keep it."

Li Yikai wants to say that he also likes the third one, and it is obviously not without changes—this version is much better than the original one, the peach blossoms are no longer so abstract, the color scheme is less aggressive, and it has more echoes with the new version of the logo.It can be seen that Yuan Zhiming has studied commercial illustrations and is gradually changing his creative inertia.

But director Li was stingy with praise, he supplemented and revised one by one without distinguishing between emotions and anger, and finally said: "Another version will be released, combining the first two plans, and changing the Chinese style into a childlike color scheme."

"Ah?" Yuan Zhiming reacted quickly this time, because he had rehearsed all the possibilities in his mind: "But that would be... ugly."

"But that is what best meets their requirements," said Li Yikai.

Yuan Zhiming looked at him, and after only a second of confrontation, he promised in a low voice that he would draw it tonight.

After punching the cotton, Li Yikai squeezed his fingertips, feeling that the progress of the matter was different from what he imagined.

The workload of the new version was huge, and the deadline for submission was urgent. Yuan Zhiming could only honestly stay in the company and work overtime to draw pictures.

No matter how you draw it, you are not satisfied.Yuan Zhiming wears headphones, and the loud heavy metal rock music isolates him in his own world, but in this world there are no beautiful flowers, no free creation, only the merciless demands of businessman Li Yikai.

Since sooner or later I have to draw according to the client's ideas, it is better to listen to her from the beginning and kick myself out of the project.

A month ago, the great artist in the chaotic period would send out his unreasonable temper to Li Yikai; now the mature Xiaoyuan has learned to cover up his emotions-when Director Li handed him coffee, he was still politely thanking him and reporting his schedule.

Qin Xiaoen, who was across the table, was very pleased with this scene, and said dutifully: "Kevin, do you want to go back first? I'll accompany Xiaoyuan to finish the modification tonight."

Li Yikai glanced at him, then raised his chin to indicate that there was a video call on his mobile phone.

On the opposite side of the video is Qin Xiaoen's three-and-a-half-year-old daughter. The little girl asks her father what time she will be home, and she wants to draw Princess Elsa together when he comes back.

"Go home early to accompany the child," Director Li said thoughtfully.

Can't draw tomorrow?Tomorrow, I can also accompany you to draw Elsa and Shrek... Yuan Zhiming crackled and pressed the CNC pen in his hand, watching helplessly as there were only two people left in the office, and then watched Li Yikai sit down rudely beside him.

"I really can't change it anymore", he was a bit self-defeating, and was disturbed by the people around him, so he finally chose to ask for help.

Li Yikai bent his mouth, turned his head and glanced at the screen: "That's it."

"That's it?" Yuan Zhiming couldn't believe it.

"Well, draw the border once, and then typeset it."

Yuan Zhiming froze, he couldn't understand Li Yikai's actions, and he didn't believe that Li Yikai really recognized the cliché pattern in front of him.

"You can't change it. According to their ideas, no matter how you paint, it will not meet your aesthetic requirements," Li Yikai said.

"You also know?" Yuan Zhiming muttered, and then he understood: "Then you did it on purpose?"

"It's not on my intention, but if I don't draw it out, the client will still imagine that his proposal may be better, and will not accept your proposal easily, especially if they have prejudice against you." Li Yikai smiled, "I also It’s not always possible to convince people.”

Yuan Zhiming looked at the screen, a little unwilling: "But... I can't accept drawing such a picture by myself."

"Your value does not lie in this picture," Li Yikai said, "As you said, our achievement is to finally present a perfect work to the public. In this process, some compromises and communication strategies are required."

Yuan Zhiming thought about it for a while, and accepted Li Yikai's statement.

"What if they do choose this?" he asked as he drew.

Li Yikai laughed and looked at his profile: "You can trust me on this. I won't let this happen."

Yuan Zhiming curled his lips, speechless to refute.

He recalled the unhappiness just now: "Then why didn't you tell me in the first place?"

"You didn't ask me." Li Yikai smiled.

This time Yuan Zhiming was very sure, and blurted out: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"What on purpose?" Li Yikai asked back.

Yuan Zhiming found that he had fallen into a trap again. This is a self-inflicted question, and it must not be answered.

Li Yikai laughed to himself for a while, and stopped teasing him: "Shall we chat?"

It was the first time in Yuan Zhiming's life that he was a turtle with a shrunken head, and was pulled out of the shell by the hunter with both soft and hard tactics.He put down his pen: "Go out for a walk?"

The office is indeed not suitable for talking about relationships, so Li Yikai helped him take the down jacket off the hanger.

The streets in winter are not suitable for couples in love. The cold wind can easily blow away hormones, and it also makes the thick cotton clothes insulate each other's body temperature.

But Yuan Zhiming needs to be praised.

He looked absently at the bricks under his feet, and heard Li Yikai ask: "Did I put pressure on you?"

"It's not yours, it's mine." Yuan Zhiming didn't need to distinguish his overtones, and took the lead to admit: "I think... I can't always rely on you, I should be able to do these jobs well by myself."

Li Yikai put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at him: "It's also part of my job to let you finish your work well, why do you think so?"

Yuan Zhiming raised his head and said nothing.

Li Yikai's eyes were a little helpless, and his voice was as patient and gentle as ever: "I didn't treat you special, and I will never affect my work because of selfishness. This time, if I change other illustrators, I will do the same."

"I know," Yuan Zhiming bowed his head. Of course he knew that since he entered the company, Li Yikai's care for him was limited to eating and resting; unfinished tasks, poorly prepared drawings, and meetings where he was not motivated. will be contained.

So the source of the pressure is not Li Yikai, and it is not Li Yikai who is affected by selfishness.Yuan Zhiming is very clear.

"You know", Li Yikai stood under the streetlight, looked at Yuan Zhiming, looked at his empty wrist: "So you are avoiding me, not because of this project, right?"

Yuan Zhiming raised his head slowly, looking at the street lamp shining a golden halo above Li Yikai's head.

He was timid and uneasy, trying to push away but couldn't help approaching, tearing himself to pieces in his heart, he dared not tell the truth, and he couldn't lie.

"I, I didn't think about it." Yuan Zhiming put his hands in his pockets, tightly clutching the inside of his clothes: "Li Yikai, why do you like me? I have many shortcomings, I am not as good as you in everything, my job is unstable, and my life is messy , is far away from my dream, and I may not stay in Jinghai in the future, maybe I will become poorer and poorer..."

The vehicle passed by and brought a gust of wind, Yuan Zhiming was given a mouthful of cold air, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Li Yikai reached out and stroked his messy hair.

"It's okay, you can think about it slowly, I'll wait," he said, "but thank you for thinking so much."