It was noon when I walked out of Jingyue Building.
The sunlight overhead was so bright it was blinding.
The biting cold wind whispered in my ears.
All her senses clearly told her that what had just happened was real.
But Wan Mingyi still felt like she was in a dream.
Not only did Ye Li provide her with a studio as a stage to shine, but she also offered her a salary that only designers in the industry could earn.
Throughout the entire process, she never asked her, "Sister Mingyi, what do you do? When can you start your job?"
Even when Wan Mingyi asked, Ye Li waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Whatever... If you feel inspired in the studio, then work there. If you prefer working from home, then work from home. Anyway, it's just the two of us now, so let's keep things simple! Work is important, but enjoying work is even more important!"
When Ye Li offered her the salary that made her scream like a chicken in her mind, Wan Mingyi asked, "Ye Li, I studied accounting, and my current job is also related to accounting. As for jewelry design, I just like it; I'm a self-taught novice... no, only a self-taught novice, not a master. Ye Li, I have no relevant work experience. Apart from a rough sketch of 'Longing,' you haven't even seen my previous designs. You... you trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I'm a fraud?"
Ye Li won her over with just one sentence.
“Sister Mingyi, the timing, the location, and the people—we met by such perfect coincidence. This is our destiny. I've decided to believe in the magic of fate! Besides…”
The girl smiled slyly, "What can you possibly scam me out of? At most, a month's salary. Using a month's salary to prove you're a liar—only a fool would do something so unprofitable!"
Of course she's not stupid!
Opportunities don't fall from the sky.
Having the opportunity, she should naturally cherish it. How stupid would she have to be to do something that would lead her to her death?
Wan Mingyi had forgotten how she had excitedly made that promise, but she remembered Ye Li's bright eyes and resolute voice, "Sister Mingyi, you're wrong. You're not working for me, you're working for yourself! We're all working for ourselves, striving forward, proving that we are the brightest stars in the night sky, and deserve the best!"
Ye Li said a lot.
Whether she comes or not, the studio is always there; it's up to her.
Whether she clocks in or not is irrelevant; she proves herself through her work.
There were no annoying social interactions, and no boring team building activities.
In addition, she can attend any jewelry design exhibition, both domestic and international, whenever she has time, and all expenses will be reimbursed.
Even the job she hadn't quit yet, Ye Li didn't care much about; whether she quit or not was up to her.
After quitting, my mind and heart were completely focused on jewelry design.
If I don't quit, I'll just consider it earning some pocket money and becoming a modern, successful woman with both a main job and a side business.
In short, Ye Li Studio has only one principle: You shine brightly, and I will strive to be the night sky!
Her face stung from the cold wind, but Wan Mingyi felt a fire burning inside her, flames soaring to the sky.
Wan Mingyi snapped out of her reverie when her phone rang.
On the other end of the phone was her harsh and demanding boss.
She had already taken the day off, and the other party kept sending her long 60-second voice messages, asking her where the folder was or how to calculate the values in the report, and kept urging her to go home as soon as possible.
Thinking about how I've been the scapegoat for so long, the advantage is that all the blame is mine. I've wanted to quit countless times, but I always gave in because of that little bit of money.
Wan Mingyi took a deep breath, her courage growing stronger.
"Manager Wu, I quit! ... Yes, not only today, but forever... I've already sent you my resignation letter, and copied it to the administration department. I'll go back tomorrow to hand over my work. Please make the necessary arrangements."
After hanging up the phone, Wan Mingyi felt refreshed.
When the phone rang again, Wan Mingyi glanced at it and her expression turned ugly.
“Yi Yi…”
On the other end of the phone, Chen Jiayuan's voice was gentle, "Have you calmed down? When are you coming back?"
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