The businesswoman of the poor family is reborn

Chapter 98 Partner (1)
"Han Yu..." Mo Xiaoqian opened her mouth and swallowed the words again seeing Han Yu's expression.Originally, she wanted to say, at least it was introduced by Song Ran, so she should give him some face, right?It would be too impolite to just leave.

But thinking about how this man named Di Luo's speech is too unpleasant, friends are important after all, few outsiders can't compare, so he doesn't say anything.

"Xiaoqian!" Han Yu hated iron for being weak, "I'm really angry if you don't leave!"

"Hey, man, I brought you to see my friends. I didn't want you to bully others. Why do you run away? You don't take me seriously?" Song Ran really spoke, with a bad expression on her face. He patted Di Luo's shoulder heavily, "You too, with your temper, you will suffer and die sooner or later!"

"If I don't suffer, how can I get to this point?" Di Luo sneered, turned his head, and looked at Mo Xiaoqian, "I am Di Luo." His intuition told him that this person is the protagonist of today.

"My name is Mo Xiaoqian, and this is my friend Han Yu." Mo Xiaoqian replied politely seeing that he no longer cared about talking to her.

"Hmm." Dilo nodded, "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to design a dress for you?"

Han Yu's eyes widened. "With a guy like you, what good things can you design?"

"You can question my personality, but you can't question my ability to work!" When Dilo heard this, his face turned blue, and he flipped through a pile of cardboard boxes, and took a stack of drawings in her palm, "Look for yourself Well, in good conscience, what about my designs? Those old fashions worn by the upper class are not in the same class as mine at all!"

"I'm not afraid of blowing the cowhide apart. If you have that ability, you still need to nest in this small place of fifty square meters, which can't even accommodate a sleeping place!" Long and short, she was not interested in this thing and did not study it, so she passed it on to Mo Xiaoqian without blinking.

Mo Xiaoqian took it logically, and watched it slowly, not paying attention to the noisy pair of live treasures.

I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. Even if I have not designed clothes myself, I have seen a lot of them.Besides, in her previous life, when she was talking about business, she had a lot of contact with customers in the clothing industry, so she was quite interested in this thing.

The style on this drawing is magnificent and creative, and just by looking at the picture, one can already imagine the gorgeous atmosphere, sexy, beautiful and elegant appearance of the clothing when it comes out.This craft, not to mention that people in the upper class cannot wear it now, even if the domestic market structure in ten years later, it may not dare to say that it can be surpassed.

This man is indeed a design genius.But why is he in such a state of despair?A capable person will not say anything even if his temper is a little bit more drawn.

No matter how aggressive the tone is, people are willing to endure it. How could it be possible for a genius to...

"You understand?" As if meeting a bosom friend, the man's gloomy face suddenly revealed a bit of joy.

"Know a thing or two." Mo Xiaoqian returned the blueprint to him, "Your design is really good, why don't you put it in the market, I believe it should be able to bring a trendy style." She didn't forget jeans and Chanel It used to be so popular in China, like the "clothes" that still hold the pipa and half cover the face in the drawings, which can cover the places that can be covered, but can also reveal some beautiful places, which will make the women's lines smoother and more temperamental. grace.

"You really understand!" Di Luo stood up happily, with a look of excitement on his face, and then he was sad, "I know that my design is absolutely good, but I put it into the market a few years ago, and the effect was minimal. Even lost money."

The saddest thing in life is that you put all your heart and soul into the things you are most satisfied with and proud of, but you are despised by Waterloo.

Song Ran also mentioned Di Luo's matter to them along the way.This young mixed-race man was full of ambitions a few years ago. He had studied abroad and was extremely talented in design. After returning to China, he gathered a group of aspiring young people to invest in the clothing industry with great interest.It's just... there is no need to talk about the tragic situation later.The gloomy market and the shortage of funds gradually split up that vibrant small group. After being heavily in debt, most of them went to find their own way of development, leaving only Dilo, who designed some clothes that he didn't like for several years, barely Live a life of food and clothing.

When people are disheartened, they become lazy.Dilo was not reconciled to his achievements being rejected by the outside world, so he stayed at home all day to study, so he became more and more nerdy, less and less concerned about appearance, and gradually the house became a mess.

Mo Xiaoqian sighed and asked tentatively. "Then have you ever thought about making a comeback?"

In Mo Xiaoqian's opinion, Di Luo has never given up on his work. His performance just now and what he has done in the past few years all prove that he is looking for opportunities.

Look for an opportunity that will allow him to fulfill his dream.

When people get into this realm, they are not only driven by lures, they care more about interests and dreams.

"Of course I think, there is no chance." Di Luo sighed, and his tone was extremely melancholy, "My ingenious design shamed the clothing industry back then, and was despised by the upper class. No one is willing to give me a chance to make a comeback. That is Things you can't even think about."

is it?I think you have been thinking that ambition has not been worn down with the passage of time, but has grown stronger.Mo Xiaoqian touched the small bar, thinking, inadvertently glanced at Song Ran who was on the side, and twitched the corner of her mouth. "Mr. Di Luo, aren't you friends with Song Ran?"

She didn't say anything later, but none of the people present were fools.

Song Ran curled her lips to express her disapproval, but she just looked deeply at Mo Xiaoqian without opening her mouth.

Dilo shook his head. "He is my friend, not a giver. I only want to stand upright with my own strength, not relying on others, and I don't want too much utilitarianism to seep into friendship."

No wonder you are so down and out. Seeing that you have some foreign blood and have studied abroad, how can you be so rigid in your thinking?

Mo Xiaoqian chuckled and said in a low voice. "A good wind sends me to the blue sky by force. Everything in the world is intertwined. No one exists alone without everything. Not all help is contemptible. Sometimes it is a virtue to accept help properly."

Di Luo stared blankly at Mo Xiaoqian.

"Since you have the talent in this field, why refuse the help of your friends? Wouldn't it be better for you to come back and repay it when you become famous?" The more Mo Xiaoqian talked, the more she felt that something was wrong. This man should not be this way. Right, he paused, "You've been waiting for opportunities, but you always have to fight for opportunities by yourself. Smart people are better at creating opportunities by themselves. If you get out of this shackles earlier, you won't reach this point. "

(End of this chapter)