As Jiang Wan spoke, she became more energetic, and the originally vague concepts gradually became clear. She seemed to have found the style she wanted.
Before he could finish his breakfast, he had already walked to his desk, picked up his pen and began to draw without stopping for a moment.
Not long after, a complete set of design drawings appeared in front of Zhou Beishen.
He couldn't help but look at it, it was indeed different from most of the high-end clothing brands on the market today.
"How? If it was you, would you buy it?" She couldn't help asking Zhou Beishen, after all, there was only such a person in front of her now.
Zhou Bei shook his head deeply, Jiang Wan was immediately disappointed, and the man said, "I won't buy it, but my girlfriend should."
Jiang Wan: "???"
"Your style is very young, suitable for girls in their twenties. Are you sure these people can afford your clothes?" Zhou Beishen had to remind her, after all, imagination is one thing, and reality is another.
Jiang Wan was quite confident about this. She raised her eyebrows and said to herself, "Who stipulates that girls in their twenties have no money? Even in their twenties, they can afford to buy what they want by themselves."
"What's more, among the rich ladies in Jincheng, which one is only in their twenties?"
Rich people also have daughters, and their sons also have girlfriends, so Jiang Wan feels that her designs still have a large audience.
Zhou Beishen didn't refute. After all, Jiang Wan's words did have some truth: "Well, then you can try, maybe this is really a good way."
For him, as long as Jiang Wan is happy, he will support him, and even if he fails, he will be there, so it's no big deal.
Jiang Wan didn't know what Zhou Beishen was thinking, so she never thought that she would fail.
After having a clear position, inspiration came flooding in like a tide. Jiang Wan didn't have time to care about Zhou Beishen, so she just buried herself in the painting and didn't care whether Zhou Beishen would leave or not.
Seeing this, the man was very helpless. He turned down Zhou's job, just wanting to come and accompany Jiang Wan, but unexpectedly, the other party became busy and had no time to pay attention to him.
But he didn't leave, he simply went to the opposite door to bring the laptop over, sat on the sofa and started working.
Near noon, Zhou Beishen turned off the computer and saw that Jiang Wan was still busy, so he got up and walked to the kitchen.
He didn't expect that he, who had never cooked since returning from studying abroad, now cooks frequently because of Jiang Wan.
The aroma of the food came, and Jiang Wan was able to stop the paintbrush in her hand. Turning her head, she saw three dishes and one soup on the table not far away, and felt an indescribable warmth in her heart.
"Zhou Beishen, why don't I hire you to cook for me every day? The salary is guaranteed to be higher than other people in the industry, what do you think?" After all, it is Mr. Zhou, and Jiang Wan thinks that the salary should be higher than other people's no matter what, otherwise tell me How embarrassing.
Zhou Bei gave her a deep look, and said angrily: "No, why don't you marry me, and you can eat my cooking without spending money, wouldn't it be more cost-effective?"
This……
Jiang Wan was at a loss for words and simply shut up.
"Come and eat." The man shouted at her.
Without hesitation, Jiang Wan stood up and walked over, not polite at all.
This is probably the so-called first-time birth and second-time familiarity.
"What are your plans for the afternoon?" Zhou Beishen asked, and conveniently picked up a big chicken leg for her.
"I'm going to go to the company, take the drawn design drawings, and try to make a version earlier to see the effect." Jiang Wan replied while eating.
"and then?"
"Then..." Jiang Wan didn't think about it, and she didn't have any other arrangements yet.
Seeing this, Zhou Beishen looked at her with expectant eyes: "For the sake of me cooking for you, why don't you watch a movie with me?"