Suddenly, Jiang Hao and the entire cheongsam design department became the target of public criticism, unable to defend themselves.
Unconvinced, Jiang Hao simply tore off the mask: "They're not cheongsam designers, so what right do they have to define my design? My design was personally praised by Master Yun Ruoyu. Vice President Lu, have you studied design? Can you even read design drawings? By denying my work, can you also be said to be denying Master Yun Ruoyu's vision?"
“If Master Yun knew that the designer she once praised had drawn such a design, she would probably take back her words. I am in this position because of my abilities.” Lu Zhiwei’s eyes were sharp as she looked down at the crowd below the stage.
She never does anything without certainty, and that's no exception when she came to Lu's Group as the vice president.
"I think it's all about lineage. We're not as lucky as Miss Lu, who went from a beggar to a young lady of the Lu family." Jiang Hao's words became increasingly outrageous, showing no regard for his reputation whatsoever.
This Ms. Lu started making big moves as soon as she joined the company, picking fights with them. She wanted to take away his business, so he would definitely make sure she was embarrassed.
“No matter how good your luck is, it’s all for nothing without real skill. An Yang, go get the graphics tablet,” Lu Zhiwei instructed her assistant.
Soon, the graphics tablet was brought out and connected to the large screen in the conference room.
In front of all the designers.
Lu Zhiwei picked up a pen and started drawing rapidly on the graphics tablet.
Everyone present was one of the most outstanding designers in the Lu Group, each a highly skilled individual with excellent academic backgrounds both domestically and internationally, and a recipient of numerous design awards.
Behind her back, they all resented the newly appointed vice president, thinking she was just a pretty face with no substance.
In the blink of an eye, everyone's opinion of this newly appointed boss began to change.
Judging from Lu Zhiwei's pen grip and composition style, she is an extremely professional and experienced designer.
Moreover, she has a lively mind, unlike some designers who like to doodle, delete and redraw, draw and delete again.
She seemed confident and composed the composition in one stroke.
About ten minutes later, an exquisite and beautiful design was presented to everyone.
The woman from Jiangnan in the picture has a graceful temperament. The light blue cheongsam she wears is like a vivid ink painting. The skirt is decorated with glistening dewdrops and pearls. The design of the waist, shoulders and neckline is exquisite and comfortable.
She drew a design that could be put into production immediately in just over ten minutes.
Jiang Hao and his team spent 24 hours drawing ten unusable drawings.
This is the true meaning of a dimensional reduction attack.
The entire conference room erupted in excitement, with some people already whispering among themselves about which design school Lu Zhiwei had graduated from.
"Jiang Hao, go to the HR department to resign. If all the designers here are going to draw like them in the future, they should leave as soon as possible and find better jobs elsewhere."
Lu Zhiwei put down her pen and gave a stern order, her cold face exuding an unyielding authority.
"Lu Zhiwei, don't push your luck. It's just a design drawing, I'll give you another one this afternoon." Jiang Hao, seeing that he was about to be fired, bowed his head for the sake of money.
"Ten design drafts, I've already given you ten chances. As for the other employees in the cheongsam department, although their drawings aren't as sloppy as Jiang Hao's, they're still perfunctory and unfit for important tasks. They're all to be dismissed. I'll recruit the talents selected from this design competition to fill the vacancies. Meeting adjourned."
After making the announcement, Lu Zhiwei turned and left without showing any mercy.
"You bitch, how am I supposed to support my family after you fired me?" Enraged, Jiang Hao grabbed the hot tea from the paper cup on the table and splashed it forcefully onto Lu Zhiwei's face.
Her fair and delicate face immediately turned red.
The bodyguards immediately rushed in, captured Jiang Hao, and took him to the police station.
"Are you alright, Vice President Lu?" The employees offered him tissues with concern.
Lu Zhiwei smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing. Everyone go back to work."
The departing employees were all amazed, wondering how a young woman in her early twenties could possess such a calm and composed queen-like demeanor.
Outside the conference room.
Shen Shuyuan, who filmed this scene, forwarded the short video to Shen Jinmo.
Shen Jinmo, who had just received the video, was processing documents. He opened the video and saw Lu Zhiwei with tea splashed all over her face. His cold eyes gradually darkened.
He didn't want to gloat.
Although he should have expected that Lu Zhiwei, this upright and prickly woman, would come to this day.
The business world is like a battlefield; it's not as easy as she thought.
Lu Zhiwei walked out of the conference room.
Shen Shuyuan approached, holding a stack of documents: "Sister-in-law."
Lu Zhiwei stared at her intently, looking at the resume, design drafts, and award certificates in her hand: "Shuyuan, what are you doing here?"
“I’m here to apply for the job. Didn’t you just hire a bunch of designers? I’ll fill in,” Shen Shuyuan said with a gentle smile.
"To the cheongsam design department?"
“Yes, the old lady likes to wear cheongsams. I often design them for her. You should know my abilities.” Shen Shuyuan was intellectual and elegant. When she spoke, her voice was delicate and soft, making it hard for anyone to refuse.
"You didn't come here with another mission, did you?" Lu Zhiwei narrowed her eyes, sensing something unusual.
“I still couldn’t hide it from my sister-in-law’s sharp eyes. Grandma told me to keep bothering you and try to mediate between you and your brother. She hopes you two will remarry.” Shen Shuyuan said frankly, holding Lu Zhiwei’s hand.
"It's impossible for me and your brother to get back together." Lu Zhiwei smiled slightly and slowly pulled away from Shen Shuyuan's hand.
Not only did she not want to reconcile, she also didn't want to get close to anyone from the Shen family anymore.
"I know, so I'm just putting on an act to put her mind at ease. Please let me stay and work at Lu's."
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