Qin Xinying calmed down and calmed down. She sat quietly in the office chair and asked her assistant to bring her a cup of coffee, waiting for the design director to summon her after seeing her design drawings.
Sure enough, before the assistant brought in the coffee, the design director's assistant had knocked on the door of her office. Qin Xinying gently said, "Please come in." The design director's assistant pushed the door open and came in. He greeted Qin Xinying politely and said, "Designer Qin, the design director wants to talk to you about the winter press conference."
Qin Xinying said in her heart, "Sure enough." She looked up and nodded to her assistant with a straight face. "Okay, I got it. Tell the director that I'll be there soon."
After the design director's assistant left, Qin Xinying stood up, glanced at her design desk and snorted in her heart. She reached out to turn off her computer and said in a low voice, "Tang Xi, you're really useful at times like this."
No matter what, it was your design drawings that allowed me to participate in all kinds of competitions and win many laurels.
Qin Xinying went to Vivian's office, knocked on the door and entered. Vivian was looking down at her laptop. When she saw Qin Xinying come in, a gleam of smile flickered across her eyes. She stood up and gestured for Qin Xinying to sit down. She poured a cup of coffee for Qin Xinying and handed it to her, saying, "No wonder you're Designer Qin. You give me so many surprises. I've seen the design drawings you just gave me. They can be compared with Chanel's Haute Couture. I think our Qiao's International Group will rise in the fashion industry with your help this year."
Hearing Vivian's flattery, Qin Xinying smiled and took a sip of coffee. She looked at Vivian and said with a smile, "Vivian, you must be joking. I chose to join the Qiao's International Group because I like design. I feel I'm most satisfied when the clothes I design are worn by the models."
Hearing Qin Xinying's modesty, Vivian was more convinced of Qin Xinying. "There are few designers like you who don't care about fame and fortune. Generally, talented designers like you want to go international, or at least accept the invitation of international well-known brands. But I heard that you refused the invitation of FD not long ago, right?"
Qin Xinying raised her eyebrows and said indifferently, "In fact, FD is not my pursuit. My pursuit is just to design clothes. FD is not my pursuit."
Vivian nodded with a smile, took out a letter, and handed it to Qin Xinying. "This is the invitation to the Milan Fashion Week in a month. Let our clothes appear on the stage of the International Fashion Week. Designer Qin, can you design a few more sets of clothes this time so that we can amaze the world at the International Fashion Week?"
Milan Fashion Week!
Qin Xinying's eyes lit up. If her clothes could make a name for themselves in the International Fashion Week, she would be able to surpass Tang Xi. Then she wouldn't have to live under Tang Xi's shadow anymore, and the people who knew her would be those internationally renowned fashion masters!
But … Qin Xinying smiled at Vivian and said flatly, "This is indeed an opportunity for the Qiao's International Group. Every designer of the Qiao's International Group should seize this opportunity. If possible, I'm willing to contribute to the Qiao's International Group."
Seeing Qin Xinying relent, Vivian smiled knowingly. "In this case, I'll report this to President Xiao and ask him to start preparing for the Fashion Week. Designer Qin, can you design five sets of Haute Couture clothes in a week?"
The corners of Qin Xinying's mouth froze when she heard five sets of Haute Couture clothes. In the past, she could easily take out five sets of Haute Couture clothes, but now her USB flash drive was missing and she didn't have any drafts in hand. She didn't know where to find five sets of Haute Couture clothes … but she certainly wouldn't tell Vivian about this. She hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Okay, I'll go back if there's nothing else."
Vivian stood up and saw Qin Xinying off. After Qin Xinying left, she smiled and went to Xiao Jing's office with the letter in her hand. However, when she saw that the secretary's office was empty, a gleam of surprise flickered across her eyes.
What was going on? There was no one in the secretary's office!
She frowned and went to the secretary's office only to find that An Hao was working alone. She gently knocked on An Hao's desk and asked softly, "What's going on? Why are you the only one here? "
An Hao looked up at Vivian and a gleam of grievance flickered across her eyes. She pursed her lips and said softly, "Sister … President Xiao was so mean today. He fired all the other secretaries."
Vivian widened her eyes and asked in surprise, "What's going on? Why did he fire all of them? What's wrong with you? All the others have been fired, but you're still here! "
An Hao looked at her sister and blinked her eyes aggrievedly. "Sister, do you want me to be fired?"
"Silly girl, go on with your work. Don't be lazy, or you'll be fired." Vivian patted An Hao's hair and turned to walk towards Xiao Jing's office.
An Hao muttered that she hadn't been fired because she was working hard.
Vivian knocked on the door of Xiao Jing's office. Xiao Jing asked her to come in. Vivian walked in and saw Xiao Jing was working with his head down. She lowered her footsteps, walked over, put the letter on Xiao Jing's desk and said in a low voice, "President Xiao, this is an invitation to the Milan Fashion Week in a month. The clothes of Qiao's International Group are invited to be exhibited in the Fashion Week."
Xiao Jing looked up at Vivian and asked, "Milan Fashion Week?"
Vivian nodded with a smile. "Yes, it took us four years to do that."
Hearing this, Xiao Jing smiled. "Yes, it's really good news. Then you can start preparing. There will be new people coming to work tomorrow. By the way, tell the personnel of the HR Department to come up tomorrow morning to register their information."
Vivian's eyes had a gleam of surprise. Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at Vivian. "Isn't your husband working in the HR Department? Just let your husband do it. These secretaries are carefully selected by your husband, understand? "
Vivian was surprised, but she could only nod. Xiao Jing grunted in response and didn't continue to speak. He lowered his head and continued to work, while cursing Qiao Liang that he would never find a wife.
Far away in Sweden, Qiao Liang was sitting in a dark room. After sneezing elegantly, he looked up at the white man sitting opposite him and gave a cold smile. He leaned back and sneered, "Give me another 30%, or we can't talk."
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