Chapter 332 Zhang Mei Sells Her Manuscript
More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
During this period, in addition to work, Lu Huailin spent his days off in the city renting a house for his mother and buying her some daily necessities.
Gu Yihan pretended not to know anything and never asked him what he was doing in the city each time.
Lu's mother is his biological mother, and no matter how outrageous she is, she cannot erase the blood relationship between them.
As long as they don't come to their house and interfere, and they provide them with a monthly allowance for their retirement, she doesn't mind.
"Xiao Han, look at my drawing, how is it?" Zhang Mei rushed in.
Gu Yihan glanced at the homework in her hand and said with a smile, "Auntie, come sit here, let me see your masterpiece."
Zhang Mei quickly walked over to Gu Yihan and sat down next to her.
He placed the workbook on her lap: "Can you take a look and see if my design is acceptable?"
Ever since she learned that Hu Yihan was the technical consultant for the Beijing Shirt Factory, Zhang Mei's heart was instantly filled with excitement.
She wanted to pass on her master's sketching techniques, so she went home and racked her brains to design three outfits.
Gu Yihan smiled at Zhang Mei, opened her notebook, and paused for a moment when she saw the clothing designs on it.
He looked up at Zhang Mei, who looked nervous, and said with a smile, "Auntie, you're amazing."
"real?"
Zhang Mei rubbed her hands together incessantly, her eyes brimming with starlight as she looked at Gu Yihan.
Gu Yihan nodded emphatically; she could tell that Zhang Mei liked painting and designing clothes.
Zhang Mei grinned, her smile deepening the wrinkles around her eyes.
Then, he asked nervously, "Xiao Han, do you think I can sell this painting?"
"Of course you can! Not only are your sketches excellent, but your clothing designs are also very innovative."
Gu Yihan looked down at the cropped top, the off-the-shoulder top, and the super short pleated skirt.
If I didn't know Zhang Mei's background, I would have thought she was also a time traveler from the future.
Closing her notebook, Gu Yihan looked up and asked Zhang Mei with a smile, "Auntie, where did you get this design concept from?"
She was very curious, as people in this era were particularly conservative and never exposed their chests or bellies.
I have to admire her for coming up with such a dress.
After Zhang Mei received a definite answer from Gu Yihan about buying money.
He exclaimed excitedly, "Many of the master's manuscripts contain drawings that show arms and chests."
"I figured I couldn't design clothes for the domestic market, but I could simplify foreign clothes based on the original designs!"
"I just imagined removing all the fabric that could be removed."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yihan paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed and praised Zhang Mei, "Auntie, that's a great idea."
"Isn't this about subtraction?"
Just like clothing in later generations, by taking someone else's basic style, cutting and adding to it, and changing the name, it becomes their own brand.
Just then, Fu Ling walked in, smiling and saying, "Xiao Han, I'm here."
Gu Yihan looked in the direction of the voice and was surprised that it was Fu Ling who came today. Suddenly, she thought of Zhang Mei's drawing.
She quickly stood up and greeted her with a smile: "Sister Ling, you've come at just the right time."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ling immediately took her arm and said with a smile, "Is there something good?"
Gu Yihan nodded and said, "Let's see if it suits your taste."
After saying that, he pulled Fu Ling to sit down on the sofa and handed her the homework.
Fu Ling glanced at the elementary school student's homework and couldn't help but twitch her lips.
They thought Gu Yihan was so stingy that she wouldn't even buy paper for drawing.
Upon flipping through the three sketches, he laughed and said, "Only you would dare to design such super short clothes."
Gu Yihan smiled and asked softly, "What do you think?"
Upon hearing Gu Yihan's question, Zhang Mei instinctively clenched her hands together tightly.
"That's good, less fabric is needed, and the cost is not high."
Fu Ling laughed.
She has now figured out what kind of clothes foreigners like: as long as there is little fabric, the clothes are figure-flattering, and they are tight-fitting.
If the selling price is lower than that in their country, there's no need to worry about a lack of market.
Seeing that Fu Ling was satisfied, Gu Yihan smiled and explained, "Sister Ling, this was designed by Zhang Mei, who works by your side!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Ling glanced at Zhang Mei, who was dressed simply, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
During this special period, the factory's technicians dared not design such "immoral" clothing.
They were afraid that if they weren't careful, someone with ulterior motives would take notice and spread rumors that they were immoral.
An unremarkable middle-aged woman with a mindset that is more progressive than the young people in the factory.
"Sister Zhang, I'm very satisfied with the clothes you designed, but this paper doesn't do justice to your drawings."
"I have some drawing paper here, could you please redraw it?"
After saying that, he took out the drawing paper and pencil that he always carried in his bag.
Upon hearing this, Gu Yihan's eyes flickered slightly. Fu Ling didn't trust Zhang Mei and wanted to test her.
Zhang Mei didn't think too much about it and suppressed her excitement.
He quickly stood up, took the paper and pen with both hands, and began to draw skillfully while lying on the wooden coffee table.
She added shadows and wavy folds to each design to make the drawings look more three-dimensional.
One hour later
After Zhang Mei finished drawing, she stood up and handed it to Fu Ling, who was standing next to her.
Looking at the more three-dimensional drawing, Fu Ling felt a surge of joy.
She was determined to bring Zhang Mei into the ranks of Beijing's shirt shop owners, and looked up with a smile, saying, "Sister Zhang, I really like your design."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Mei felt relieved and quickly asked, "Can we sell it for money?"
Fu Ling smiled and said, "Of course."
Zhang Mei excitedly grabbed Gu Yihan beside her, her eyes slightly reddening.
Her voice had a nasal tone: "Xiao Han, did you hear that?"
"Auntie's drawings can be sold for money!"
Gu Yihan patted Zhang Mei's hand reassuringly, then looked up and asked Fu Ling, "Sister Ling, are you buying out these manuscripts or giving them a commission?"
When Fu Ling heard Gu Yihan's question, she glared at her irritably: "You're just asking the obvious, aren't you? The factory isn't privately owned, so how can you give commissions!"
After saying that, he turned to Zhang Mei and patiently explained, "Sister Zhang, can I give you fifteen yuan for these three pictures?"
Zhang Mei nodded quickly and said, "Okay."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yihan frowned slightly and glanced at Zhang Mei, who was looking excited.
Fu Ling smiled, took out fifteen yuan, handed it to Zhang Mei, and said seriously and earnestly, "Sister Zhang, if you have any good designs, you can contact me anytime!"
"Okay, sure."
Zhang Mei happily took the fifteen yuan, her heart bubbling with excitement.
She glanced at Fu Ling and then remembered that she probably needed to talk to Gu Yihan, so she quickly said goodbye to them and turned to leave.
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