He simply couldn't understand the male designer's thought process.
But on second thought, this seems normal. There aren't many designers these days, and those who are well-known are all arrogant and proud. In addition to their regular design work, they also have to teach at various design schools.
Everyone needs to carry something symbolic.
To put it nicely, it's called individuality; to put it bluntly, it's just being self-righteous.
Clearly, this male designer is this type of person, or rather, most designers of this era are like this.
They all have a high opinion of themselves, always feel superior, and take every opportunity to praise foreign cultures.
For example, this design is clearly aimed at the luxurious European style, completely failing to understand Lin Yifeng's needs.
What left Lin Yifeng speechless was that the male designer kept boasting about his ideas and how many awards he had won in China with this style of design.
Especially when the man presented the font design, Lin Yifeng felt dizzy.
The original four square characters of Mixue Ice Cream were redesigned into artistic fonts, still surrounded by gold trim, making it look extremely outdated.
What Lin Yifeng couldn't understand the most was that the male designer not only boasted about his design concept, but also took a jab at what Miao Rou had prepared beforehand.
"Mr. Lin, if you're so kind as to be frank, those were all designs by interns."
"How can a cartoon-style logo become a company's emblem?"
"I'm sorry for the unpleasant experience you had before."
What do you think of this design?
Lin Yifeng held the draft in front of him in silence for a moment.
"Um."
"Well designed."
"Don't design it next time."
Upon hearing this, the waitress next to her covered her mouth and giggled uncontrollably.
The male designer then came to his senses, and his expression became somewhat flustered.
He never expected that his flattery would backfire so badly.
"You're joking."
Is there something you're not satisfied with?
"I can go back and make the changes."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the male designer's forehead.
Lin Yifeng offered a substantial reward, and now he's more eager than anyone to take on this job.
The male designer was extremely anxious as the order that had landed in front of him was about to slip away.
Lin Yifeng raised an eyebrow, his face showing no emotion, and simply asked a question.
Do you think I look like a nouveau riche?
As soon as he said that, the temperature in the room dropped significantly.
Lin Yifeng's imposing presence, though not angry, completely threw the male designer into a panic.
No, no.
"That's not a good way to put it."
“I feel there’s some misunderstanding between us. I can design a unique corporate logo just for you.”
Lin Yifeng waved his hand, decisively refusing.
"I'm sorry, maybe I'm just too unsophisticated to appreciate your elegant design."
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