because i'm pretty

In the middle of the week, Yuan Zhiming sent a WeChat message, to the effect that he had joined Zhou Xing's project, thanked him for this, and said that he had the opportunity to invite Director Li to dinner.

Li Yikai officially said that you are welcome, and put this matter behind after replying.

There is no other reason, really busy.

Zoe was still dissatisfied with the interview arranged by Zoe, but in fact Li Yikai also had a record in mind.

He agreed with Feng Xin's arrangement and borrowed Lao Liu, but instead of entering the Hongda project, he took over Qin Xiaoen's current work - the early stage ideas have been completed, and only the execution is left, and Lao Liu is competent.

And in this way, Qin Xiaoen will have a schedule, and he and Li Yikai can push Hongda forward.

"But Lao Liu seems to be a little critical." Qin Xiaoen said during lunch.

What can make Qin Xiaoen say something behind his back is definitely not just "scrupulous words".

Li Yikai put down his phone, scooped up a spoonful of beef rice: "It's okay."

After swallowing it, he said: "If you offend, offend it. If you force him to take over this project, it will only make everyone suffer more later."

Qin Xiaoen nodded, and said: "When the bridge is free at the back, let him come in. It should be possible to pass the draft, but after the comparison, there are still not enough illustrators."

Li Yikai was still holding a spoon in one hand, and picked up his mobile phone in the other. He just sent a message to Sun Shanshan, "I invite Da Liu and the others to have some coffee and afternoon tea recently. I will pay for it."

Wen Yan didn't look up: "I'll continue the interview and look for it."

"It's really hard to find," Qin Xiaoen said.

Li Yikai lowered his head to eat and didn't speak any more.

Not only is it difficult to find an illustrator, but the project itself is difficult.

Flash forward to Friday, and market research was planned. Qin Xiaoen also collected domestic and foreign cases, but a roomful of people sat in the conference room, unable to find a clue.

A shopping mall like Hongda may be said to be old-fashioned, but the locals in Jinghai have affection for it, and if it is too subversive, it will easily lose its characteristics.

But if it is nostalgic, it is not pioneering enough, and it goes against the beautiful vision of the client's brand rejuvenation.

"After much deliberation, this building is essentially a building," said JOJO, the planner, pointing to the white, square building in Hongda Shopping Center on the photo, "It's not fashionable no matter how you look at it. For other shopping malls, the first building is flamboyant."

"The cost will be greatly overrun, and building renovation is not our strong point," said another.

Qin Xiaoen stared at the screen and said, "Actually, some cosmetic changes can be made, but they only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

"It has no impact on the brand, these are just ostentation," Li Yikai said.

Qin Xiaoen nodded, and everyone fell into confusion and chattering again.

Having no idea, Li Yikai rolled up his shirt sleeves, faced the research report with JOJO, and was about to go through it again.

Suddenly startled by a "bang" outside, the hand holding the mouse trembled.

Looking up, in the other meeting room, Daqiao slammed the door, still swearing a few words, and walked towards the door aggressively.

Sun Shanshan chased after her, hesitating in a dilemma.

Li Yikai glanced at it, lowered his head and continued to discuss with JOJO, and he opened the door to go out after talking about things here.

"Boss..." Sun Shanshan walked to the small terrace alone with him.

"I heard about it a few days ago, what happened today?" Li Yikai asked.

Sun Shanshan said to him what he has always said: "As for Daqiao and Lao Liu, they disagreed with each other. The direction agreed on Tuesday, Lao Liu didn't say anything at that time. When we handed over the map today, we took a look and his map was completely in another direction. , which caused him to be unable to get along with the things made by the bridge, and he started to quarrel while talking..."

After hesitating for a while, she said again: "Actually, the problem lies with Lao Liu..."

Li Yikai didn't answer, and continued to ask: "Who set the direction for Tuesday?"

"It was made by Teacher Qin before, and it's all set up," Sun Shanshan said.

"Who started the quarrel?" Li Yikai asked again.

"Big bridge..." Sun Shanshan lowered her head and said.

"Understood, you..." Before Li Yikai could finish his sentence, there was a knock on the balcony door from the inside, and Daqiao pushed the door and walked over.

"Boss, I saw you two coming out, so I followed."

The big man from the north who is 1.9 meters above the bridge is a circle bigger than Li Yikai, but standing in front of him feels a little embarrassed.

Li Yikai raised his head and said, "We shouldn't quarrel."

Daqiao nodded, but refused to accept it: "This grandson is holding back his words on purpose, and even said that Mr. Qin is ugly..."

"Then the meeting should discuss the matter as it stands, or you can come to me," Li Yikai said, "He is here to support us, and there shouldn't be such a big commotion in the company."

"Well," Daqiao answered in a muffled voice.

Li Yikai asked Sun Shanshan again: "Can the progress still catch up?"

Sun Shanshan shook her head: "Due next week, there are only two semi-finished products in different directions, and I will definitely have to work overtime on the weekends."

"Okay", Li Yikai lowered his head and pushed his fingers, and said to Daqiao: "Don't tell Lao Qin first, or he will be overwhelmed, and you will send me your tricks. I will share with you on the weekend, and finish the matter first."

Daqiao immediately said, "No, I really can't do it myself..."

"Don't be brave," Li Yikai interrupted him, "I'm not as proficient as you, and I'm just a helper, but let's share it, at least it's not something that was thrown out."

Daqiao stopped talking and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

Sun Shanshan came out of the siege, and said with a smile: "Then next week, the boss's coffee will be available again."

Li Yikai smiled and sent a WeChat message to Da Liu with his mobile phone.

The wind in the evening was a bit cool, and he lay prone on the railing, habitually thinking about things while grinding the dead skin on the edges of his nails.

When the skin was about to bleed, the phone vibrated.

It was Zhou Xing, who finally remembered to thank him, praised Yuan Zhiming, and then sent another photo.

In the photo, Yuan Zhiming seemed to be on duty, with the posture of a little painter—wearing an apron, a round hat almost covering his entire face, and holding a brush and paint bucket in his hand.

In front of him, the entire wall was painted with a bright yellow, and in the middle of the bright yellow, orange began to seep out. The rest has not yet formed, but just looking at this color is enough to be sunny.

Li Yikai didn't reply, his eyes were bright, he didn't know if it was the setting sun or the photo.

When Lao Liu opened the door and came in, he was taken aback for a moment when he saw Li Yikai smiling.

"Kevin, looking for me?"

Li Yikai put away his phone and turned his head, the softness just now was still on his face, he was always polite to old Liu: "Mr. Liu, you also know why."

"Oh," Lao Liu leaned over, leaned over the railing, and lit a cigarette.

"I can't get my head around sometimes. I just draw like that when I think it's good. I'm used to it. Is it possible that I have to report to Daqiao in advance?"

Lao Liu is a senior designer in Group A. His title is higher than Daqiao and lower than Qin Xiaoen. In terms of it, Daqiao really should listen to him.

But Li Yikai never acknowledged these things, and only said: "Project cooperation should always maintain communication. If you don't talk to Daqiao, you should also inform the project manager, otherwise the progress will be uncontrollable."

"Yes", Lao Liu also nodded, but the topic changed: "But if you look at Lao Qin's direction, I don't know if it's because of Daqiao's understanding or his original direction, so I'll say..."

"Teacher Liu", Li Yikai seldom interrupted other people's conversations, but he interrupted twice today, his face darkened, and he said sternly:

"You also know that when Mr. Qin and I lead different projects, I won't ask about the details of his creativity. I can't judge you when you tell me such details."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he said again: "But I want to say, I am very grateful for your help this time. It has solved our urgent need."

"But thank you. Since you have joined the project, everyone should cooperate in order to complete a good job. It doesn't matter which group you are in, it is not appropriate for you to do this."

Old Liu's face is very ugly, but in terms of cold face, few people can compare with Li Yikai.

So he lost most of his momentum, and he was speechless in terms of reason.

"Okay," Lao Liu pinched his cigarette, "I'll chat with him again and set a direction together."

"No need," Li Yikai said, "Actually, there is no right or wrong between creativity and design. I respect your idea, so I told Daqiao that both directions have been completed, and two choices are given to customers. Don't compete. "

Old Liu smiled: "No, isn't it due next week?"

"Well," Li Yikai stood up straight, "So hurry up, don't waste time discussing, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without leaving any room for the other party.

Only Lao Liu stood where he was, canceling the weekend's drinking party with indescribable bitterness...

Tossing this pass, it is already past the off-duty time.

Qin Xiaoen sent a roomful of frowning people away from the meeting, and waited at the seat, and sat down when he saw Li Yikai.

"Yikai, after our chat, I still feel that the general direction can be graffiti on the walls of the whole building, the cost is controllable, and a balance can be found between retro and fashion." Everything happened unaware, completely immersed in the project brainstorm.

Li Yikai was tired, but he still discussed with him in a serious manner. By the time the two chatted almost, it was already dark.

The two waited for the elevator, Qin Xiaoen looked at the jumping numbers, his thoughts were still unfinished, and he said with a little sadness: "Hey, I need to think about the specific concept. I may still be old. It's really hard to make these pioneers."

Li Yikai didn't speak, but just patted him.

His private cell phone rang, and while answering the call, he walked out with Qin Xiaoen.

"Have you eaten, Mr. Li?" Zhou Xing asked on the phone, "Grateful Bureau."

"No, just be grateful in your heart," Li Yikai replied.

Zhou Xing sighed: "If you don't drink on Friday, your life will be in vain. Don't tell me you still work overtime?"

Of course Li Yikai had to work overtime, but Qin Xiaoen was beside him, so he couldn't say it clearly, he just said haha: "Quit drinking."

"Whatever, Xiaoyuan, don't trust him, this person will put on a show," Zhou Xing said at the other end.

"Who?" Li Yikai asked.

"Yuan Zhiming, he didn't know what to say at first. He only agreed to me when he heard that he asked you to. Now it's over. You've completely ruined brother's face..."

Zhou Xing began to complain endlessly.

Li Yikai did the math, actually Saturday and Sunday, there are still two days left.