The rest of Jolian Morning and the others looked at each other and followed in tacit agreement.
A group of people busily returned to Jingyue Building once again.
I waited a long time before the elevator finally came on. The elevator doors opened on the 16th floor, and I saw workers coming and going.
It seems that a company has either moved out or moved in.
They exchanged a glance, and Ye Li pulled Wan Mingyi along to follow.
Given the current scale of Ye Li Studio.
Xie Chenlu is the chief designer.
Ye Li, Wan Mingyi, Wei Chengran, and several senior designers who will be arriving tomorrow.
Yan Ziqing, Ling Xiaohan, Morning, Qiao Lian, and Mu Qingning are intermediate designers who are just one step away from becoming senior designers.
We should recruit and train some talented and creative new designers.
The existing studio is just right.
Opportunity knocks but once.
If any other companies or studios on the same floor move out, Ye Li will not hesitate to take over the location as soon as it becomes suitable.
Who knows, one day in the future, this whole floor will belong to Ye Li's studio?
What if?
Right?
Passing the screen wall, a row of studios on the left is bright and clean, freshly painted.
At first glance, it was completely empty.
The next step will probably be the installation of interior decorations.
"I remember this was an advertising design company... Was that a talent incubator for online influencers?"
Walking forward, Ye Li stared in disbelief at the empty studio, her eyes brimming with excitement. "Sister Mingyi, shall we rent this place?"
? ? ?
Wan Mingyi was taken aback.
Ye Li had already taken out her phone and called the property management.
Hearing from the other end that it had already been rented out, Ye Li frowned, her face showing eagerness.
Jingyue Building is Fu's territory.
As Mrs. Fu, it's not unreasonable for her to use connections and poach someone from someone else's side, is it?
At worst, we can just give the other party more compensation!
The more Ye Li thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. She found Xiang Yang's number in her contacts.
Before I could even make the call, my phone chimed softly.
A WeChat message from Fu Yanci.
[Mrs. Fu, there is a gift. Please check it.]
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