A life of financial freedom

The two arrived at the studio, Zhong Tingyue went in directly, and Chu Fang looked at the time. It was not yet nine o'clock, so he didn't rush to punch in. He leaned against the front desk and nodded to Jiang Wenzhen: "Do you have anything to eat?"

"You didn't have breakfast?" Jiang Wenzhen rolled her eyes and took out some snacks from below and put them on the table.

"I'm hungry." He jumped from home to the studio, which took a lot of effort. Chu Fang tore a piece of bread and ate it. After finishing the bread, he patted the desk and said to Jiang Wenzhen: "Work hard and don't slack off. Be careful or I'll fire you."

After that, he punched in to work. At 8:59:53, he exhaled: "Alas, Zhong Tingyue exploited me for seven more seconds of surplus value."

After punching in, Chu Fang went to the toilet as before, poured water after going to the toilet, and ordered drinks for everyone in the studio. After ordering drinks, he went downstairs to get drinks, and it took an hour to get them...

In this way, a whole day passed, and everyone in the studio got off work. Chu Fang stretched his body: "Oh, I'm so tired."

And Zhong Tingyue just walked out of the office, and a helpless look appeared on her delicate face.

Since she was with Chu Fang, she had never felt so helpless.

Everything this man did was so unexpected.

But to be honest, she seemed to enjoy Chu Fang's behavior.

I'm so cheap... Zhong Tingyue could only blame this. She walked to his workstation and patted her boyfriend on the shoulder: "Let's go."

"Get off work?" Chu Fang asked.

These days, Zhong Tingyue usually works overtime until eleven or twelve o'clock. Why did he get off work at six o'clock today?

"The materials for the exhibition have been sorted out." Zhong Tingyue said slowly, "Accompany me to meet a client tonight."

Zhong Tingyue rejected all the clients that Chu Fang found for Yuezhifang Studio. The studio's current orders are all old customers, so it needs to make new customers.

Chu Fang asked her seriously: "Is it necessary?"

Zhong Tingyue thought about this question carefully, and then replied seriously: "It is necessary!"

She didn't want to be Chu Fang's canary, and hoped to create her own sky with her own abilities.

The most important thing is that Zhong Tingyue wants to make a career of her own and leave a guarantee for her boyfriend. Even if she goes bankrupt in the future, she can still provide a rich material life for him.

Until this moment, Chu Fang finally remembered the topic this morning: "Designer exhibition, right? Are you going to win an award again?"

Zhong Tingyue has participated in several design exhibitions and won several awards.

"No." She shook her head, "I mainly want to meet more customers through the exhibition and increase the popularity of the studio."

"In Shanghai?"

"Guangdong Province."

"Then I want to go." Chu Fang raised her arms.

"No, I can only go to the studio alone, and I can't spend the studio's money."

"I'll pay."

"That's fine."

Hearing this, Chu Fang shook his head, looked at his girlfriend, and said, "Zhong Tingyue, you have changed, and you care more and more about money."

"..."

After a while, the two arrived at a hotel, and the customer had already arrived. She was a middle-aged woman in her forties with golden curly hair and fashionable dress.

The three of them exchanged a few simple pleasantries, and the curly-haired woman spoke in Shanghai dialect; "My husband and I want the house design to be modern, with diversity and innovation, but also retain the traditional Chinese flavor. After all, we are still very conservative, and..."

At the beginning, the curly-haired woman nags and makes a lot of requests. It can be heard that she has ideas about her future home. Zhong Tingyue listens carefully and takes notes from time to time.

After the other party finished speaking, Zhong Tingyue asked a few questions, and the curly-haired woman seemed to be unhappy with her inquiry, so she said directly: "Don't ask first, how much does it cost?"

"Um... Ten thousand..."

Before she finished speaking, the curly-haired woman widened her eyes and raised her voice by eight degrees: "What?! Ten thousand? Robbery, right? I see that those design companies only charge a few hundred yuan, and some can even design for free. Why does your studio charge so much for design?"

Chu Fang was chewing on "chicken feet" next to him.

Zhong Tingyue tried her best to suppress her helplessness: "Madam, we are an independent design studio, providing customers with personalized, high-quality design and decoration services. We not only design drawings according to your ideas, but also ensure the quality and effect during the construction process. Moreover, our studio does not have a construction team."

"That can't be that expensive." You can almost hear the sound of the curly-haired woman biting her back teeth, shaking his head: "No, no, I won't look for you anymore, I'm going to look for those big design companies, your studios are just too deceptive."

After saying that, the curly-haired woman left immediately with her bag on her back, without even looking back.

After the curly-haired woman disappeared, Chu Fang was still chewing on the 'chicken feet', and the sound of the crunch echoed around.

"Alas!" Zhong Tingyue sighed, and had to turn grief into appetite, filling her stomach first.

After the two finished eating and paid the bill, they left the hotel immediately.

Zhong Tingyue held Chu Fang's arm, resting her head on his shoulder, looking at the bright lights under the night sky, and said lightly: "Chu Fang, why did you choose interior design?"

"To make money. The real estate market was so good back then, and designers made a lot of money."

"Are you still short of money?"

"I hadn't made a fortune at that time." Chu Fang said, "What about you?"

"I studied fine arts." Zhong Tingyue said slowly, "I have always wanted to do interior design, and I want to design the warmest home for people. I joined this industry after graduating from college. I thought it was an industry that relied on skills to make a living, but after working for a long time, I found that it was actually a sales job."

"Our elaborate design is not as good as others' few words. Eloquence is the most important, and customers think so too. They always think that our design is shit, just writing and drawing, how can it be worth so much money..."

Zhong Tingyue described the current situation of the interior design industry, intrigue, deception, deceiving customers for money... ..., these things have been buried in her heart for a long time, and today's curly-haired woman has brought back her worries.

Chu Fang said nothing and listened quietly to his girlfriend's story.

"Those customers don't think about it, is there such a thing as pie in the sky? Why do those big design companies offer such cheap prices, or even free design drawings? Don't the companies make money? They make money, and they make a lot of money. The bulk of the profit is in the construction..."

Zhong Tingyue saw those deceived customers crying miserably when their houses were in trouble, and she couldn't help but feel sympathy in her heart.

This is also one of the reasons why she doesn't want to stay in Yateng Yige any longer.

After Zhong Tingyue finished speaking, Chu Fang spoke: "I'll give you a word of advice. Let go of the desire to help others, respect other people's choices, and laugh at other people's fate. As long as it doesn't happen in front of you, don't pay attention to it. Even if it happens in front of you, try to cover your eyes, and when the other person makes a mistake, laugh at him."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes: "You are so mean!"

Chu Fang did not refute, and took out a cup of milk tea from somewhere, looking at his girlfriend seriously: "Ask you once, am I mean?"

"Hehe..." Zhong Tingyue laughed all of a sudden, "You are so nice."

Chu Fang put the milk tea to her mouth, she took a sip gently, and her mouth was full of sweetness.

This is the meaning of having a partner. Chu Fang can give her the greatest care when she is lost, which fully meets the need for emotional value.