Chapter 132

Compared with Han jingnian's attentive and serious look at the computer screen, Zhang tezhu stands aside with no hope and does not take a look at the computer screen.

As time went by, Zhang helped see Han jingnian staring at the computer screen, and it became a little different, which made him curiously stretch his neck to scan the computer screen.

Just a look.

Zhang tezhu made a sound of "lying in the slot" and then rushed to his desk, opening his eyes as if he saw a fairy.

How to describe the design he saw at this moment?

It's like a world, a dreamy fairy tale world.

The theme of the whole design draft is "butterfly and flowers". The butterfly painting is very lifelike. It is a beautiful take-off, while the flowers are slowly blooming.

The flowers of the necklace are in the middle, and the butterflies fly down from the top left to link with the petals of the flowers; the earnails are flowers and butterflies; the bracelets are two, one is flowers and the other is butterflies, which can be worn alone or folded. When they are folded together, the butterflies just fall on the flowers.

In addition to the design drawing, there are two words beside it: meet.

Here are two lines of small characters:

if you are in full bloom, the butterfly comes.

Everything in the world, the vast sea of people, just want to meet you.

Zhang tezhu seemed to be silly. He blinked, blinked again, and then pinched himself secretly. The pain made him cry out, and then he cried: "Mom, my face is going to swell up! I'm going to eat shit! "

"No wonder my wife told me that although her work is not a first-class one, there are few people in the world who can change her work!"

"I also said that Madame should not talk too full, and be careful not to be condemned by heaven. Madame said that if she did not talk too full, she would be condemned by heaven!"

"What kind of work is it! Not only can I be the main work, but I can go to the jewelry exhibition! "

Han jingnian, who has not responded to the design drawings until now, suddenly glanced sideways at Zhang tezhu: "what did you just say?"

"Ah? I said that this work can go to the jewelry exhibition! "

"Not that." Han jingnian shook his head.

"Yes, yes, yes, was it the sentence of God's condemnation? I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I'm wrong... " Zhang tezhu thought it was over. How could he be so bald that he sold himself.

"It's not that."

"Ah?" Zhang te helped look at the very peaceful Korean year, and he was silly for a second. "Don't you mean, President Han, that there are few people in the world who can change her works?"

After years of silence, Han turned Zhang's words around in his mind and looked at the computer screen.

He stared at the design manuscript for a long time and didn't respond.

Can't help but Zhang te's confused opening: "general manager Han, what's the matter?"

Han jingnian lowered his eyes slightly, then opened his mouth, asking a question irrelevant to their chat at the moment: "do you know Jo?"

“Jo？ The father of fashion? " Zhang is not sure why han jingnian mentions the godfather of the global fashion industry in the last century. Even today, most of the fashion products are still influenced by his style.

"Yes, he never married and had no children, but he had two students."

Zhang te asked, "two students? How can I know only one, a Chinese, who grew up with him. "