"Then let's get started."

The first person to speak was Lao Zhao, the oldest of the three people recruited by the garment factory. He was a college student in his 60s, majoring in fine arts. After returning to the city after being rehabilitated ten years ago, he has been working as a director in a large factory in the south.

The reason why Lu Jiayi recruited this person is that Lao Zhao's aesthetic taste is one of the best among all the state-owned factories. Especially in the environment where state-owned factories are declining, Lao Zhao's factory also launched two refreshing skirts last year.

Of course, the two skirts he launched sold well and were soon counterfeited. Small private factories used better fabrics, sped up production, and quickly seized the market. On the contrary, Lao Zhao's factory did not gain any benefits.

State-owned factories were always plagued by personnel disputes. Old Zhao was often accused by people in the factory of not doing his job properly, thinking about women's skirts and clothes at such an old age. After this incident, Old Zhao was even more criticized.

Lu Jiayi saw the opportunity and poached people to Y City. Qian Qing didn't say anything else, but he still invested in the design.

There were fabrics of various colors and textures. As soon as Lao Zhao came in, he felt comfortable. Although he was not very satisfied with the young people the other party had hired, he felt that he could tolerate being able to design clothes according to his own wishes.

He can tolerate it, but the other party can't.

His polite greeting was taken by the four young boys on the other side as proof that he wanted to "seize power".

We all started from the same point, why do you need to act like the big brother here?

The most impatient young woman among the four people said in a bad tone: "I don't have any inspiration at the moment. Besides, designs that can be made as soon as they are said to be made are usually defective products on the assembly line."

After these words were spoken, several people who were about to go to their seats to familiarize themselves with the fabric froze.

So if we start making it right now, it will just be an assembly line and the product will be defective?

Although these people thought she was exaggerating, no one wanted to take the initiative and bear the name of "inferior product". Lao Zhao's face also froze, and the two people who were poached like him were also hesitant.

In such a silent and awkward atmosphere, several people were touching here and looking there. The whole morning passed and no one went to their workstations to do any work.

The four people on Lao Dao's side are also students, but they are not studying fashion design. At present, there is only a limited understanding of fashion design in China. The four of them are graduates from art academies, but they are just very interested in design. They just arrived at a professional design studio this time, and they don't even have time to be amazed and familiar with the environment, so how can they start designing clothes directly?

By the time it was time for lunch, the seven of them were divided into two distinct groups.

While eating, Lao Zhao listened to two people complaining beside him.

"They are just young people. I don't know what they are doing. They don't know how to do anything. They can't even hold a pair of scissors properly. What can they do?"

"That's right. If someone like this were to join our factory, even a graduate student, let alone a college student, would have to start from the bottom."

"Yes, our factory is a big one..."

"Our factory is also..."

…

Although Lao Zhao felt uncomfortable when he heard them both referring to it as "our factory", he couldn't help but agree with them in his heart.

He also didn't understand why Qian Qing recruited them, paid them high salaries, but ignored them and showed no respect at all.

After all, they are experienced masters who came from state-owned factories with more than ten years of experience, and they are highly respected in the factories.

Take him for example, before he resigned, he was already a seventh-level worker in the factory. Although his salary was not as high as what Qian Qing was paying, being a seventh-level worker was a prestigious thing.

Now that they have switched to a private enterprise, not only do they suffer a lot, but Qian Qing also refuses to acknowledge their rating.

…

On the other side, Lao Dao and his four companions were also having lunch. Qian Qing had instructed Ding's Restaurant to deliver seven lunch boxes every day at noon, and also reserved a living room outside the design room for them to eat.

As a result, the four young people all ate their lunch boxes outside, since it was not cold at that time.

They don't want to have dinner with three old stubborn people!

"Look at them, they must have designed something with either black pants or a white shirt."

“They don’t understand what art is!”

“Art should not be restricted at all! It should be open and free!”

…

****

Qian Qing was not completely unaware of the undercurrents in the design studio, but she didn't want to see them at all.

What are you looking at?

Each of these seven people came with the attitude of wanting to be a master.

Qian Qing was helpless about this. The reason why she had to oversee Qingyue's design herself was because it was difficult to train designers.

Either they hire people from abroad, or they look for old masters from garment factories, or they recruit a bunch of college students and train them themselves. Of course, even if they have trained well, they may be taken advantage of by others.

Qian Qing was unwilling to hire people from abroad, saying that she was being hypocritical or being a swindler. She just didn't want to hire foreigners to work for her. Perhaps it was because she was still afraid of the two fake foreign brands she encountered at the first clothing exhibition.

Those two companies disappeared in just a few years and there has been no news of them since.

At that time, Ms. Lily from the Ouhe Group who was at the trade fair poached the other party's designers, and the two brands that relied on designers for survival fell silent.

With such precedents in mind, Qian Qing had to be vigilant.

It is true that with her around, Qingyue would never end up in that situation, but how should I put it? She is in business and doesn't like to be someone's grandson.

Nowadays, anything that has something to do with a foreign country is like being coated with a layer of gold. Lu Jiayi found her a few designers who had studied abroad, but Qian Qing refused to accept them after the conversation.

They are all arrogant and want to show off everything they ate and drank abroad. They may not be very skilled, but they are very ambitious. They ask for an independent office, two assistants, and a car.

It would be strange if Qian Qing agreed.

Since we don’t recruit foreigners, the only people we can hire are experienced domestic teachers and university graduates.

Qian Qing also knew that setting up the design department was now a done deal, and she couldn't always be the only one supporting Qingyue.

But as soon as the seven people saw what was going on, Qian Qing immediately understood what the other party was thinking.

Coming from a big factory, they still hold on to the mentality that they are old masters and think they should be praised by others.

College graduates feel that they are the chosen ones and deserve to be pampered.

Qian Qing thought about it for a moment and decided to let these people hedge against each other directly.

One wants praise, the other wants flattery, but neither side satisfies their wishes. Let's see what they can achieve on their own.

Qian Qing's ideal is to let the old masters guide the newcomers. After all, although these people have bad tempers, their advantages are also obvious. The old masters' experience and practical attitude, as well as the meticulousness honed in state-owned factories, are all precious assets.

The knowledge and thinking of several college students who graduated from art academies are also what the old teachers lack.

Qian Qing plans to polish both sides and then integrate them into the work.

Thinking of this, Qian Qing put these seven people behind her and went to the department store to check out the business of the nearest store.

As soon as I arrived at the department store, I saw that there was a lot of noise at the entrance.

When they squeezed in, they saw an unfamiliar woman grabbing Wu Panddy's hand and pretending to hit her in the face.