because i'm pretty

For most people, this sentence is more like a sentence of liberation, and finally stop the creative thinking of circling in place, and finally can take a step forward.

Many things have reached such a situation, the result is not so important, and the original ambition has long since faded away.The only hope is to get out of this moment and end it as soon as possible.

But Yuan Zhiming didn't feel the slightest sense of relief, and the others didn't dare to show the slightest bit of gratitude when they looked at him.

Only the sound of the mouse and keyboard sounded softly. After a while, the assistant of Gu Changfeng's studio came in, holding a stack of manuals, saying that he was showing them the previous portfolio.

Yuan Zhiming didn't move. After a while, he started to make rustling noises.

I don't know what kind of flowers are blooming at the end of May. He has frequently felt itchy and painful skin these days. Because of his allergies, Yuan Zhiming usually doesn't care much about these discomforts, but now for some reason, he suddenly feels like his eyes are open. It's the same as if it doesn't open, it's itchy and swollen at first, after rubbing it, it hurts even more.

"Xiao Yuan", JOJO leaned over to look at his neck, then raised his arms again: "Your face is flushed, you have many small rashes."

"Are you allergic?" Sister Dong asked, "It looks like it, stop rubbing it."

Yuan Zhiming's eyes also began to have some bloodshot eyes, he blinked vigorously, only to feel that they were getting heavier and heavier.

Randomly dug out the allergy medicine from the schoolbag, went to the bathroom and scrubbed the exposed face and arms, but it still didn't look better, the back of Yuan Zhiming's hand was swollen, and he was still comforting others: "It's okay, I often do this. "

Maybe some plants passed by today, or someone got too much cat hair on their body, Yuan Zhiming thought nothing of it, but his appearance was not convincing.Several people will not allow him to stay here anymore.

"Anyway, it's not in a hurry now." Daqiao's voice became smaller and smaller: "Let's look through the information today, and we can discuss it when you come next week."

Yuan Zhiming didn't say anything, his scalp was also tingling, and his mind was even worse.

That's right, it's useless where I am anyway.

After Li Yikai finished the bidding meeting and had a cup of Coke with Qin Xiaoen in the convenience store to celebrate, he went home leisurely.

As night fell, the weather was just right, and the sweltering heat of the day was blown away. The evening breeze in early summer was suitable for walking or having a drink at the terrace bar.

But he changed his mind and thought, Yuan Zhiming has been severely lacking in exercise recently due to work, let alone drinking.So I rolled down the car window, thinking that if I could wait for him to come back early today, would I be able to drag him out for a walk on the grounds that there was a long queue at the newly opened ice cream shop at the street corner, or that the lake in the park was beautiful during the full moon? Walk.

But when the door was opened, Yuan Zhiming who had been lying on the bed for most of the day was waiting.

"You're back," Yuan Zhiming's hoarse voice came.

"What's wrong?" Li Yikai took off his shoes and entered the room.

"Allergic, just go home."

Hearing this, Li Yikai turned on the overhead light to check, and the redness and swelling had faded, and there were still faint red marks from scratching on his body.

"Didn't go to the hospital?"

"No, it's been a lot of effort to come back, and Daqiao sent me back." Yuan Zhiming was still nestled under the quilt, looking stuffy.

Li Yikai let out a "hmm", went to get a glass of warm water and came back.But Yuan Zhiming didn't drink, didn't get up, and just lay down and looked at him, as if all the strength in his body was exhausted, so he could only open his eyes like this.

His eyelashes moved under the light: "Is today going well?"

"Smooth", Li Yikai pulled the chair beside the bed and sat next to him: "We won the main project of the joint design, although the publicity part was assigned to another company, but this is also a good thing for us, we can have enough Focus on designing."

Yuan Zhiming was obviously happier, and leaned over to hug his knee: "That's great."

Li Yikai touched the hair on the back of his head and scratched his back lightly, so he continued to talk about today's experience - how Qin Xiaoen prepared several pairs of shoes to demonstrate his creativity, said that the theme of the project was questioned by foreign bosses for a long time, and then How to explain the part about Wang Daqi.

"I'm still a little guilty," he smiled, "I feel like a businessman talking nonsense."

"You were too."

Li Yikai's hand stopped: "Really?"

"Fake," Yuan Zhiming said, tilting his head.

Li Yikai knew that he had something on his mind.

Usually, Yuan Zhiming couldn't help talking about good and bad things in the project, but today he didn't mention a word, which shows that it is not a small problem.

But he didn't say anything, and Li Yikai didn't ask further questions. He waited until Yuan Zhiming closed his eyes and lay down for a while, then suddenly asked in a low voice: "Then do you like this?"

"I don't like it very much," Li Yikai said, "but as a transitional stage, it is necessary to achieve the goal, and I think it is acceptable."

"Then..." Yuan Zhiming said, "If I screw up again this time, can you accept it?"

Li Yikai lowered his head, touched his eyelids with his lips: "Of course."

Yuan Zhiming rubbed against his knee.

"I don't want to follow Gu Changfeng's request. I think I will break up with him too," Yuan Zhiming said frankly. No, why forget it? Even if the remaining time is limited, why are you sure you can't?"

"Why should he judge like that?"

The game rules and judgment standards in this world are of course not good or bad, but between good and bad, countless forces squeeze and pull, most people need to survive and breathe, so they can only choose to muddle through.

if not?

Yuan Zhiming sent out a series of questions, which were actually his answers.

This afternoon, he understood Li Yikai's helplessness and struggle more strongly, but he was luckier than Li Yikai, because when he chose to struggle instead of compromise, there was someone beside him, just like him.

Li Yikai leaned over and hugged him, Yuan Zhiming hasn't cut his hair for a long time, but the long and curly hair is not always as soft as seaweed, they look fluffy, but it's actually very prickly to hold in his arms .

"Anyone can do this filing," Li Yikai said, "but Yuan Zhiming's value is constantly created. Even Yuan Zhiming's works in the past can't replace him, right?"

"Yes", Yuan Zhiming finally decided to sit up, held Li Yikai in his arms and kissed him: "I will have a new and good plan, and throw it in his face."

"Yeah," Li Yikai said with a smile, "Take my share back too."

It takes a day to make a difficult decision, and even longer to complete it.

According to Li Yikai's suggestion, Yuan Zhiming took two days off due to allergies, so as to avoid the ubiquitous pressure of Gu Changfeng, and also have the time to complete the plan.

He actually has a general direction in his mind, but he hasn't discussed the operation method with Sister Dong yet, and he hasn't had time to complete the first draft.But when the time was even tighter, he could only work day and night, drawing sketches as soon as possible, and making demos with unskilled software under the remote guidance of Sister Dong.

On the other side of the pressure, good news continued to come from Li Yikai.

After Wang Daqi learned that the bidding was successful, he really agreed to cooperate, and because of his joining, Li Yikai gained more confidence when facing other artists, and received several confirmed answers one after another.

If it lands smoothly, not only will the profit margin this time be enough for him to expand his team; what's more valuable is that such a case will be like a business card, bringing more opportunities soon.

Yuan Zhiming took the time to appreciate the business card he just printed. The blue-green contrasting color background comes from Yuan Zhiming's painting. On it is the logo designed by Qin Xiaoen himself, as well as the thin font written in black—[K&S Art Culture Communication , Manager: Li Yikai Kevin].

The name of the company inherited Li Yikai's minimalist and boring style, Yuan Zhiming curled his lips: "It looks like a husband and wife shop between you and Qin Xiaoen."

"Be less jealous, work more", Li Yikai took it away from him: "The name is just a label."

"I'm still progressing pretty fast," Yuan Zhiming said, turning the screen to show him. Several animation demonstrations have been completed, and the eye-catching and flamboyant colors have restored his former vitality, standing in line with those works produced under pressure. now.

Li Yikai did not hesitate to praise, both verbally and physically.But when Yuan Zhiming asked for more rewards, his cell phone rang.

"Feng Xin called you in the middle of the night?" Yuan Zhiming took a look and said dissatisfied: "The roots are broken."

"Idiom skills are good," Li Yikai smiled and straightened up: "I guess it's a matter of project settlement, I'll pick it up."

Yuan Zhiming muttered something for some reason, picked up the mouse and continued his long work.

During this period of time, the two of them have been living with Li Yikai for the sake of living comfortably.The balcony is outside the living room, some distance away from the study, Li Yikai walked over to answer the phone.

"Is there any new news from you?" Feng Xin sounded like he was driving, and he probably just finished working overtime. "Everyone I asked said, this Gu Changfeng has a very good relationship with the Jinghai Film Festival. The relationship between them is almost ten years, we can't find out."

Feng Xin sighed for a while: "I do know senior executives of the Farai Group, but they are not in charge of this project. I just heard that Gu Changfeng agreed to this commercial project cooperation through the introduction of the film festival organizer, and he really has the right to speak It’s very high, but I don’t know the creative details.”

Li Yikai listened to him quietly, the information was almost the same as what he knew.

Feng Xin asked: "Hey, this project is indeed a bit troublesome. I won't treat Xiaoyuan and the others badly. But if Gu Changfeng has any other problems, I think about it for a few days, and I don't think it's too much. He can What do you get from us? Besides, he has a bad temper and is famous..."

In this complicated chain of interests, Mu Jia is undoubtedly the bottom one. If divided according to Party A, Party B and Party C of the contract, under the film festival, Farai Group, and Gu Changfeng, they can only be regarded as Party D.

Based on Feng Xin's logic, it was too late for them to beg for this project, so how could they be afraid of being tricked by Gu Changfeng?

Li Yikai understands this truth, but he always finds it strange.

If this project is so important that for more than a month, Gu Changfeng took time to beat them every day and find fault with every plan—then why didn't he remind the time issue earlier?

Or simply, why didn't he control the creativity himself, instead of using an advertising company that he had never worked with... Could it be that Jiang Lang did his best?

Putting aside layers of doubts, if in the final analysis Gu Changfeng has other plans, then Mu Jia only has one thing that he may fancy, and that is Yuan Zhiming.

However, Yuan Zhiming did not bring Gu Changfeng the creativity he wanted—and based on Li Yikai's understanding of him, Gu Changfeng would directly kick Yuan Zhiming out at this time, or he had already arranged other outsiders. .

Unless, Yuan Zhiming's talent really amazed him to such an extent that he could break his past habits and not hesitate to use failure after failure to train him.

Li Yikai thought it was impossible intellectually, but deep down he felt that Yuan Zhiming was worth it.

But none of these made much sense. He couldn't find a reasonable explanation for his rational judgment, and he didn't want to use his own subjective guesses to pour cold water on Yuan Zhiming.

"Maybe I really think too much."

Li Yikai said.