Chapter 477: Romantic Beauty vs. Daily Life

"The probation period is three months, with a base salary of 1,000 plus a 5% sales commission." Su Jiaojiao said directly, "After the three-month probation period, we can discuss the specific salary. For example, authorship rights, brand binding, and brand partnership are all negotiable."

The ultimate goal of fashion design is monetization, not self-admiration.

And Marco did not show any historical achievements, so these were all she could give.

"As far as I know, Miss Su's factory only has two production lines, and both are currently making disposable aprons," Marco said casually, having clearly done his homework. "The production capacity of these two lines is only a few hundred pieces per month. So, where does the sales commission come from?"

He came to have dinner with Yu Tian and have an interview at the same time.

More importantly, he felt that such a small factory did not need a fashion designer at all. It was only making disposable aprons, so how could it develop much?

"Don't worry, Mr. Ma. Currently, our company's jeans and windbreakers are outsourced. Just focus on your business. I'll take care of these things." Su Jiaojiao was also prepared. She pulled out all the styles and sales figures from her bag and showed them to Marcobo. "I'm not a professional fashion designer. I just created these popular classic styles based on my daily experience. So, Mr. Ma, don't worry about sales."

"They have two stores in Wudaokou, mostly selling their own brands, and business is pretty good," Yu Tian added. "Last year, Miss Su made a lavish purchase of two apartments in Sunshine Classics for employee dormitories, paying in full. Their current factory, while shabby, is only temporary. If you join now, you'll be considered a founder of Jiuzhou Millennium."

Marcobo flipped through Su Jiaojiao's design manual and shook his head as he read. "These styles of yours are just some innovations based on others' designs. They're not original. Although you used very careful fabrics, you've been using other people's ideas from beginning to end."

Jeans, baseball jackets, windbreakers, and floral shirts are all existing styles on the market, not original.

All we can say is that Su Jiaojiao is a little clever and has grasped the popular trends in the market. In fact, she doesn't understand fashion design.

"We fashion designers showcase our personal knowledge and professional abilities, as well as our distinctive personal style and emotions, through our clothing designs to better express the overall sense of the collection and create a good visual effect." Marcobo knew at a glance that Su Jiaojiao was a complete layman. He took out his portfolio and showed Su Jiaojiao a page. "Look at this skirt. The fabric I used is stiff, plump, smooth, and textured small square cotton and linen. My design inspiration came from my gaze into the eyes of loneliness. The absurd thing is that I am lonelier than loneliness itself."

"Miss Su, can you imagine a beautiful woman with long flowing hair sitting in a cafe, the sun setting, and the orange sunset glow falling on her small plaid skirt? Do you have the picture?"

Su Jiaojiao: “…”

It turns out that people who are not short of money are more suitable for design. What they design are poetry and distant places, romance and fantasy.

But all she cares about is the daily necessities of life.

"Wow, this is so beautiful." Yu Tian was moved, her hands on her chin, immersed in reverie. "I remember you designed an evening gown when you graduated. Your design inspiration was, 'The moon and I were waiting for you, but you left with the evening breeze, leaving the room full of moonlight and melancholy.'"

The two old classmates were discussing design inspiration when Su Jiaojiao started eating hot pot. She added milk to the soup pot, which was not very spicy and was very suitable for her taste.

How to describe this interview? What she needs is a pragmatic designer to help her design practical new models, which can then be put into production lines for sales and monetization, rather than a romantic and aesthetic dreamer.

People who are not short of money cannot understand these things.

Just as she was thinking, the phone in her bag rang. She took a look and saw that it was Lu Jingyou calling. She didn't answer and turned it to silent mode.

He came to her just to explain that matter.

She doesn't want to listen.

She thought it would be good for the two of them to calm down for a while and give each other some space.

Whether he goes to Guangzhou or not is his business. She will not be secretly happy because he did not go to Guangzhou. Doing so will only make her feel that he needs her reminder to maintain a sense of boundaries with other women.

If she hadn't seen that text message, he would have already met Yu Mingyuan in Yangcheng with peace of mind.

Then he explained to her that it was because of work and that he and Yu Mingyuan were innocent.

This happened again and again, and she found it boring and tedious.

Qi Heng sat at his desk and saw Lu Jingyou called Su Jiaojiao twice in a row, but she didn't answer. He couldn't help but say, "Stop calling. The more you call, the more annoying it gets. I didn't expect you to fall for the same thing. I admire you."

"I thought she was different from other girls and wouldn't care about these things." Lu Jingyou had no choice but to put down his phone and said helplessly, "She knew that there was nothing going on between Yu Mingyuan and me, but she still got angry with me. It would have been fine if she didn't answer the phone, but I went looking for her and couldn't find her."

"I hate it most when you and He Siyu always say your girlfriends are different from other girls. They're all women, so how can they be different?" Qi Heng looked at Lu Jingyou with disdain. "Let me tell you, women's differences are only for outsiders to see. In front of their boyfriends, they're all the same, jealous and nitpicking. Only straight men like you are secretly happy, thinking you've found a treasure."

"Let me tell you, girls like Junior Sister are the hardest to deal with. First of all, she's financially independent and isn't after your money. Think about it, if a woman isn't after your money, what could she be after? Could she be after your handsomeness? There are plenty of men more handsome than you. Or could she be after your sweet talk? You're not sweet either, so you have to give her something else to get, right?"

Lu Jingyou felt that what Qi Heng said was not wrong, and asked him seriously: "Tell me, what should I do now?"

"She is after the emotional value you give her. Right now, you have touched her bottom line. Your relationship with Yu Mingyuan makes her feel insecure with you." Qi Heng, with his many years of experience in dealing with women, gave Lu Jingyou serious advice.

"Even if there's nothing going on between you and Yu Mingyuan, you can't contact her directly anymore. You have to officially hand it over to He Siyu or Wang Hua to prevent this kind of thing from happening at the root. The only thing you can do now is to coax her. Coaxing a girl isn't just about sweet talk; you have to take concrete actions, like giving her flowers, jewelry, and treating her to dinner. Don't think you can skip these steps just because you have a foundation of affection."

"She is different from other girls. She doesn't care..." Lu Jingyou knew Su Jiaojiao very well. She didn't like these empty things, so he rarely gave her gifts.

"Look, here we go again." Qi Heng interrupted him, disdainfully saying, "I just told you that girls are all the same, and you're saying they're different. Your Su Jiaojiao is a fairy, untouched by worldly desires, right?"

"She ignored you, but you kept pestering her. You followed her wherever she went and apologized to her sincerely." Qi Heng shook his head in frustration. "You were wrong in the first place. Remember, don't judge Yu Mingyuan in front of her, good or bad. You deserve it for not answering your calls."