In the workshop, the air seemed to be frozen.
Shen Qiqi's beautiful eyes were like torches, scanning every process, not missing a single detail.
She was wearing a plain blue work outfit today, but it couldn't hide her dashing temperament.
From time to time, she would pick up a semi-finished product and examine it carefully, her fingertips gently brushing across the clay, as if she was talking to it.
"Here, the mud is not spread evenly, do it again!" Her clear voice was filled with an authority that left no room for questioning.
The craftsmen held their breath and concentrated, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
They had never seen such a serious proprietress, as if she poured her soul into every piece of work.
They originally thought that they could relax a little after expanding the scale, but Shen Qiqi's "microscopic" supervision did not allow them to even have a chance to breathe.
Time passed minute by minute, and the only sounds in the workshop were the crunching of clay and Shen Qiqi's occasional instructions.
The atmosphere was so serious as if a delicate operation was being performed, and no mistakes could be made.
However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, undercurrents are surging.
Near the end, a few veteran artists started to cause trouble.
They were sneaking around trying to make do with some scraps, moving so quickly it looked like they were stealing.
Shen Qiqi was sharp-eyed and snatched the things from their hands, throwing them on the ground with a crisp "pa" sound.
"Who allowed you to cut corners?!" Her eyebrows were raised, and there seemed to be fire burning in her eyes.
The old artists were frightened and looked at each other in confusion.
An older man muttered, "Oh, Boss Shen, it's such a shame to throw away these scraps. Besides, it's not a big deal. Who would notice it..."
"Who would notice?" Shen Qiqi sneered, her voice suddenly rising, "Do you think all customers are fools?!"
Seeing this, other veteran artists also chimed in with their complaints, "That's right, we all did this before and there were no problems."
"Yeah, Boss Shen, you're being too serious. How can we do our job?"
The workshop was suddenly filled with murmurings and dissatisfaction, and the atmosphere became tense.
Those old artists seem to have forgotten who pulled them out of the state of living a life of idleness and waiting for death.
Shen Qiqi looked at them coldly, the anger in her heart rising.
"Okay, very good." Shen Qiqi sneered, with a hint of danger in her tone, "Since you think it's okay, then do it as you wish. If something goes wrong, don't blame me for not warning you."
After she finished speaking, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she turned and walked out of the workshop, leaving a group of old artists looking at each other in bewilderment.
There was an eerie silence in the air, like the calm before the storm.
Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi's departing back, frowning, and said thoughtfully: "It seems that this matter may be a bit troublesome..."
As soon as Shen Qiqi left, the atmosphere in the workshop became even more strange, as if the mute button had been pressed.
The air was so heavy that it was hard to breathe, and the oppression felt like a rainstorm was coming.
Several old artists looked at each other. They just thought Shen Qiqi was making a fuss, but now they were a little worried.
"Old Chen, what do you think... Is Boss Shen serious this time?" A young apprentice asked in a low voice, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.
The old artist called Lao Chen was the one who had just led the riot. He scratched his head guiltily, but said stubbornly, "What are you afraid of? She's just a little girl. How can she really turn the world upside down? Hasn't this happened to us all before?"
However, just as he finished speaking, the door of the workshop was pushed open with a "bang", and a man in a suit and tie walked in. It was Boss Li who had signed the order with Shen Qiqi before, and his face was full of anxiety.
"Where is Boss Lu? I need this batch of goods urgently! If you can't deliver on time, you won't be able to afford the penalty!" Boss Li's voice sounded particularly harsh in the quiet workshop.
The veteran artists were stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Only then did they realize that things might be much more serious than they had imagined.
This is no joke. If things go wrong, everyone will suffer.
Shen Qiqi was in the office at this moment, pacing back and forth with a frown on her face.
She knew in her heart that these old artists were just taking advantage of their seniority. If she didn't teach them a lesson, they would really think she was a soft persimmon.
She took a deep breath and decided that this couldn't go on any longer and that this problem had to be solved.
She returned to the workshop, looked around at the panicked artists, and slowly said, "My dear uncles, I, Shen Qiqi, am not a heartless person, but rules are rules! This batch of goods is related to the reputation of our entire workshop and whether everyone can make money! If you don't put quality first, then what's the difference between what we make and those sold at street stalls?!"
She raised her voice, a hint of pleading in her tone, "I know everyone was used to it before, but things are different now! We want to make high-quality products. We want our products to go beyond this small place and be seen by more people! Do you just want to stay here forever, making things that fool people?"
Shen Qiqi's passionate words were like a flame, igniting the long-dormant dreams in the hearts of the veteran artists.
They lowered their heads, shame written all over their faces.
Old Chen couldn't help but sigh. He walked up to Shen Qiqi and bowed deeply. "Boss Shen, we were wrong. We shouldn't have just thought about being lazy and betrayed your trust. We will definitely work hard in the future and make our workshop bigger and stronger!"
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