Soon, the Moon Room Studio opened.
The entire studio has fewer than ten employees. Apart from Jiang Wenzhen, who works at the front desk, the rest are interior designers, which aligns with Zhong Tingyue's vision for her studio: to create a professional studio dedicated to serving her clients.
There are no social engagements, no drinking parties, no backstabbing, and no attempts to harm clients for personal gain. The owner of Moon House Studio earns his income solely from design fees.
What is most important in the 21st century?
Knowledge!
Interior design is a highly specialized field and should not be used for sales purposes.
This work model is excellent; employees can focus on their work without worrying about anything else, and the studio has very low operating costs, offering countless advantages.
The only disadvantage is... the number of orders is small.
The studio has been open for half a month, but almost no customers have come in.
Zhong Tingyue was so worried that her brows furrowed into a deep frown. With no orders for the studio and no wages for the employees, all her ideas were in vain.
He died before his business was even halfway done.
Fortunately, apart from Cai Guan and Chu Fang, the other employees had built up a network of contacts, and with the help of recommendations from old customers, they were able to sustain themselves for a few months.
In particular, Zhong Tingyue made full use of the network of contacts she had accumulated over the years, and coupled with her good reputation, she brought a lot of clients to the studio.
But relying solely on past successes isn't a long-term solution. She tried every possible way to find new clients, but after searching for a long time, she sighed helplessly: "Perhaps there's nothing wrong with how Yateng Yige operates; the problem lies with me."
Without social engagements, there are no connections; without connections, there are no projects. This is a universal law that no one can avoid.
But after a few days, she changed her mind.
Heaven rewards those who persevere.
Finally, a new client came to her door. It was a big client, and the two sides discussed a deal worth several million, enough to keep her small studio busy for half a year.
And it was decided very quickly.
After both parties signed the contract, Zhong Tingyue leaned back and glanced at Chu Fang: "What is the most important thing in the 21st century?"
"money."
"Vulgar!" she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. "It's knowledge."
"Bullshit!" he muttered under his breath. "What's the value of knowledge? If it weren't for my help, your studio could have been open for ten years and no one would have come to it."
That's right.
The new big client of Moon House Studio is Chu Fangxun.
These days, he's seen Zhong Tingyue looking worried and unhappy about the project, unable to eat or sleep, working overtime until late at night, and even a few days ago he found a white hair on her head.
This immediately infuriated Chu Fang.
He used his personal network to help her find a high-quality client.
Although Chu Fang comes from an ordinary family, he met some wealthy people when he was living a carefree life a few years ago, and they could be of help to him.
What did you say?
"It's nothing." He stopped complaining, thought for a moment, and suggested, "Now that our studio has overcome the difficulties, let's have dinner together tonight."
Upon hearing this, the studio staff all looked at Zhong Tingyue, who waved her hand and said generously, "Tonight is Xijiangyue, it's my treat, eat your fill."
"Tch!" Chu Fang's eyes were filled with contempt.
Xijiangyue is a grand and evocative restaurant name, but unfortunately, it's on the sign of a small eatery, less than 50 square meters in size, selling all kinds of noodles: Dan Dan noodles, Zha Jiang noodles, Re Gan noodles, mixed noodles...
Xijiangyue can make all kinds of famous noodles from all over the country.
A simple noodle shop.
But to be fair, business is pretty good.
This proves the fact that since one cannot specialize in one thing, learning a variety of other things and patching things together is also in line with the trend of the times.
That being said, the studio's dinner was held at a high-end Chinese restaurant.
Zhong Tingyue is not a stingy person. The contract she signed today was very large, so she naturally had to reward her employees. The meal cost over ten thousand yuan.
The dishes were served, and she specially ordered a bottle of slightly better red wine. Everyone raised their glasses, and Zhong Tingyue said carefully, "You've all worked so hard these past few days, worrying about the studio. I'm so sorry, thank you for your support, and I promise I won't let you down."
Zhong Tingyue 'Alexander'.
After becoming a boss, she realized how difficult it was. When she opened her eyes, she had nearly ten employees who were "starving for food." Some of them had families and hoped that the salary from this job would help support their families.
Losing a job is not just about one person leaving, but also about the grief of a family.
Thinking about this, she felt a bit resentful towards Mr. Ming from her former company; she didn't want to become a boss like him.
One employee said, "I wish our studio all the best."
"To grow bigger and stronger, and create new glories."
“... ..."
The employees were also excited, feeling that their work was becoming more promising and hopeful, and they felt a greater sense of belonging to the Moon House Studio.
Jiang Wenzhen chattered away like a lark: "I wish Sister Zhong and Chu Fang a speedy marriage and a baby soon."
Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze shifted between the two of them, their eyes filled with amusement.
Having already made their relationship public, Zhong Tingyue appeared poised and composed, pursing her lips and saying, "Go to hell."
Chu Fang patted Jiang Wenzhen on the shoulder, took out a five-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to her: "You're sensible!"
"Damn it, wasn't it a hundred?"
Jiang Wenzhen's smiling face froze instantly.
"I'm broke lately, no money. Can I buy on credit?" he sighed, speaking in a sorrowful tone.
"Get out! Pay up!" Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenzhen's face changed, sparks flying in her eyes. "Otherwise, I wish you a terrible fate..."
Before she could finish speaking, Zhong Tingyue gently patted Jiang Wenzhen's lips, and the latter impatiently said, "I didn't say anything about you."
"You're saying Chu Fang is no different from me."
Jiang Wenzhen stared at the two of them and said, "You two are ganging up on me, a lowly employee, aren't you? Is this outrageous? Is this inhumane?"
As she spoke, the receptionist's eyes reddened, and the corners of her mouth turned up so high they seemed to reach the sky, giving her an affected and pretentious air. But no one paid her any attention; they had seen it countless times and were already immune to it.
Only the chubby Cai Guan paused for a moment, then pulled out a napkin and handed it to her.
What are you doing?
"Paper," the chubby boy answered honestly.
"Didn't you see I was acting?" Jiang Wenzhen took the tissue, wiped away non-existent tears from her eyes, and replied with an air of righteous indignation.
"I know," Cai Guan nodded. "I'll cooperate with you to avoid any awkwardness."
“... ..."
Everyone present could clearly see the twitching at the corner of Jiang Wenzhen's mouth, the helplessness and frustration of wanting to get angry but having nowhere to vent it. She glared at the chubby boy and said in a voice that sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth: "You don't have to be so blunt."
"So how should I say it?"
"... ...Don't say it!!!"
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