Chapter 126 Division of Labor and Cooperation

At 10: 00 pm, ye zhiqiao's bedroom was still lit, and a thin figure was busy inside, sorting out the sketches made yesterday and picking out the sketches that were made for the first time today. Occasionally, she would find the corresponding design drawings, paint on them, and make some modifications.

After the design was modified, the previous sample was also thrown into the trash can, and the previous steps had to be redone.

This was exactly what gu mohan saw when he came in with a paper bag.

Ye zhiqiao was frowning. Seeing that he was back, she quickly put down the drawing in her hand and asked him how his harvest was today.

"Not bad. The few fabrics that I didn't find a few days ago were all found in a small shop in a remote location today. The boss also praised me that the people who could think of using this kind of fabric must be professionals. They all belong to the same kind of work, so in the end, they wiped off all the change, which was much less than you expected."

Hearing this, ye zhiqiao was in a much happier mood. She took the paper bag in gu mohan's hand and looked at it. She praised, "It's really good. They are all high-grade products. The first products made with this will definitely be beautiful."

Then he looked at Mohan's dusty appearance and said in a gentle voice, "You've been tired all day. Do you still have to go to work tomorrow? Go back and rest. I'll do the rest by myself."

Gu mohan was puzzled and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Yeah." Ye zhiqiao nodded, "It went well today. I drew a design draft. I have to make a small sample later. I also feel that the one I made yesterday is a little flawed. I just adjusted it. I have to redo it later."

Every day, gu mohan would walk around the fabric stores after work. It was almost the same time when he came back with the selected fabric. He had always thought that ye zhiqiao would stop work after he left, but now it seemed that she was working late again.

Thinking of this, gu mohan could not help but frown slightly and said unhappily, "Why did you suddenly faint a while ago and forget? How can you forget the pain when you get better? How dare you endure like this?"

Ye zhiqiao had been hiding it from him, but she didn't expect to let it slip out in a moment of anxiety. Now it's probably useless to find an excuse to argue, so she softened her tone and said, "I'll go to bed after I finish this. I won't stay up too late."

As she spoke, she raised her right hand above her head and made a "Vow" gesture, "I promise, I will definitely go to bed before 12 o' clock."

Gu mohan pulled her hand down and nodded, "I believe you."

He agreed?

Before ye zhiqiao could be happy, she heard him continue, "I will accompany you so that you can finish it quickly."

Ye zhiqiao was stunned and quickly waved her hand, "No need. I can do it myself. You haven't done this before. There's nothing you can do."

"How do you know I didn't do it?" Gu mohan picked up a piece of cloth and cut it into a circle.

Without tools, one can cut such a circle with one hand, and the cutting surface is smooth. One can see that it is very experienced.

"What do you know about my company? If I don't have any practical skills, how can I arrange work for my subordinates? How do I discuss the details with the client?"

Ye zhiqiao was dumbfounded. This time, she had no reason to kick someone out. It was just that gu mohan stayed here to help. She didn't know when she would be able to rest. She had been tired all day and had to stay up with her all night, which made her feel bad.

Seeing what she was thinking, gu mohan pushed her towards the work desk that she had just moved in to facilitate her work. As he walked, he said, "Tell me what you need to do. When you're done, we can all rest early."

He said so, and ye zhiqiao had to work as he said.

Ye zhiqiao took out the design draft that she was going to make today, compared the color and material of the fabric, and then handed one of them to gu mohan to help cut, while she focused on the small sample that needed a little modification.

Gu mohan's technique was skillful, and he quickly completed the task. Seeing that ye zhiqiao couldn't make up her mind with the scissors, she went over to help with the research.

"This neckline design was just popular last year, and this year's market may not be too good."

Ye zhiqiao nodded and said yes, then continued, "But when I design the cuffs and hems, they match the neckline. If I change the neckline, then what should I do next?"

She also found the details of the collar and felt dissatisfied so she wanted to modify it, but after thinking about it, there was still no way.

Gu mohan could not think of a way, so he stood there and thought hard.

"Yes!"

Ye zhiqiao suddenly had an idea and jumped up from the stool.

She sketched a few lines on the drawing paper, then raised them to gu mohan's eyes and said excitedly, "I always wanted to get my collar removed, but I always couldn't find a way to think about it. Now I'm doing the opposite. Adding something on it will not conflict with the previous design, and it will also avoid similar risks as last year. How about that?"

Gu mohan had long known that she had a unique talent in design. He bent down and patted her head face to face as if he were rewarding her, "How smart! Designer ye is very good!"

Ye zhiqiao was in the excitement of solving the problem and didn't notice his ambiguous movements. She took a piece of cloth and asked him to help cut it.

Alas! Did he become a tailor?

Gu mohan complained helplessly, but he was probably the only one who knew how sweet his heart was.

From that day on, the two of them wanted to make a deal. They worked separately during the day and cut samples together at night. The results were exceptionally pleasant.

After a period of time, most of ye zhiqiao's production had been completed, leaving only the last draft of the men's clothing design to be completed.

When gu mohan came back from work at noon, he saw ye zhiqiao frowning and pursing her lips, facing the drawing board in front of her bitterly and deeply. Just as she was about to step in, ye zhiqiao suddenly reached out and grabbed the paper clipped on it, crumpled it into a ball and smashed it hard on the ground.

He was confused by her sudden agitation and took a long time to walk over. He picked up the drawing paper and opened it to look. Seeing ye zhiqiao's eyes cast over, he asked, "Don't you like it?"

"Yeah." Ye zhiqiao grudgingly agreed. This temper was not directed at gu mohan, but at herself.

She scratched her hair impatiently. Her long, dark green hair, which had been neatly tied into a ball shape, was tossed like a pile of weeds by her.

"I've drawn more than a dozen designs on this dress, but it doesn't look right at all. The more I look at it, the more awkward it becomes. This is the last one. If the design is successful, I can put it into production. But here, the inspiration seems to be cut off. My mind is blank, and I have no idea at all."