Ji Xia and Jiang Qingci returned to their dormitory with their luggage, while Liu Yujuan was studying the theoretical knowledge of fashion design.
It seems that Ji Xia's words in the afternoon had a significant impact on her, so she went to the library that afternoon to borrow books on fashion design.
The two looked pleasantly surprised to see Ji Xia return.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't stay at school at night and would go home instead?"
"The dorm isn't ready yet, so it'll be inconvenient to come back early tomorrow morning."
As Ji Xia spoke, she took out her book, design drafts, and a three-piece bedding set from her luggage bag.
The bed frame had already been cleaned several times and dried in an afternoon.
Lay out a mat, then a sheet, tucking the edges under the mat. Fold the pillowcases and duvet cover against the wall, and arrange the books you brought against the wall. The bed is made neatly, cleanly, and elegantly.
Rong Ruoshi and Jiang Qingci then came over, their faces full of amazement.
"Did you make this quilt? It looks so good with this."
"Yes, the colors don't look very good when separated, especially the dark green. I doubt anyone would use this as a bed sheet or blanket. But it looks quite nice with the light green flowers."
Jiang Qingci explained with interest, "The colors go quite poetically together, but they're more suitable for summer. Now that it's autumn, shouldn't we use maple red?"
Ji Xia ruffled Jiang Qingci's hair: "I knew you were a rich girl from a wealthy family, so particular."
“We country folk aren’t so particular. How many years can we use the same quilt? As long as it’s not rotten, there’s basically no reason to replace it.”
Liu Yujuan nodded repeatedly. In their rural area, only those with money could afford new quilts. Poor children used whatever they had at home. They all had old quilts left by their elders. There was no such thing as using different quilts for spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Rong Ruoshi asked curiously, "Wasn't this made today? You could have made it into a quilt suitable for autumn!"
"I made it today. I have some fabric at home, but none of them are in colors suitable for autumn, so I picked my favorite color."
"That's about right. This quilt won't fall apart even if I use it until I graduate from university."
The group chatted and laughed. Although the colors didn't suit the season, they all said that the three-piece set looked quite nice, fresh and elegant.
Jiang Qingci especially loved this style. Hearing that she had the fabric and could design her own, she immediately begged Ji Xia to make her a set.
"You can make it when you have time. Just choose the fabric you want, as long as it's good quality. Price isn't an issue."
Jiang Qingci pleaded coquettishly, and Ji Xia couldn't help but chuckle: "Okay, but this set won't be cheap. The fabric I bought isn't bad quality, so it'll cost at least twenty or thirty yuan a set."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingci waved his hand and said, "Thirty yuan? No problem, I'll give you the money right now, you decide what to do."
As she spoke, she took out her wallet from the wardrobe, took out thirty yuan from it, and handed it over.
Liu Yujuan's eyes narrowed in shock. Thirty yuan was almost half of what she had brought with her, and now it was all the money she had left.
Jiang Qingci only used it to buy a three-piece bedding set, and these three-piece sets are not difficult to make. Isn't it just a matter of buying the right fabric and color scheme to make them look nice?
She calculated the amount of fabric needed for the three-piece set and figured she could earn at least five yuan, if not more. If the quality was a little worse, she could even earn half that.
A set of quilts like this can probably be made in less than an hour; this money is really easy to earn.
Liu Yujuan felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Pretending not to care, she flipped through the design drafts and Hong Kong fashion magazines that Ji Xia had brought, and immediately became engrossed in reading them.
After a while, the three roommates had finished packing. When they turned around, they saw Liu Yujuan watching intently and couldn't help but chuckle.
"What book are you reading so intently?"
Liu Yujuan smiled shyly at the three of them: "I heard that Ji Xia makes money drawing design drafts. Is this all? These designs are indeed beautiful. Did you draw them all?"
"Yes, this is a rendering, this is a design drawing, and this is a scale diagram."
"Renderings are for the client to see, while design drawings and dimensions are for production."
Ji Xia generously showed them the design process and concepts behind each design drawing.
Liu Yujuan pursed her lips, looking somewhat dejected. No wonder her clothes were profitable; her drawings were indeed beautiful, and every single one of the clothes in her paintings was gorgeous.
Jiang Qingci suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "There are quite a few styles here. There's a factory in my hometown that produces them."
Which factory?
"Sansheng Garment Factory, from Changzhou. Many of our department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives are supplied by Sansheng Garment Factory."
Upon hearing this, Ji Xia couldn't help but chuckle: "Sansheng Garment Factory, my brother Ji Xiangjun is the business manager there, and I designed at least half of the new styles in his factory."
"You designed this? You're amazing! Did your brother hire you to design it?"
"Yes, of course. Back then, the designs created by the designer at their factory were so old-fashioned and outdated that my brother couldn't bear to look at them. The clothes they made wouldn't sell more than a few pieces a month at the supply and marketing cooperative..."
She made up a story on the spot, portraying her older brother as a thoughtful and energetic young man who felt that the factory's designs were causing a lack of orders. He boldly approached his talented younger sister, which led to a surge in orders for the garment factory, resulting in more work and higher wages for the workers.
Jiang Qingci nodded repeatedly: "That's right, these styles sell very well where we are. You often see people wearing these dresses on the street."
Ji Xia just smiled modestly; there was no need to boast anymore at this point.
Seeing Liu Yujuan's somewhat dejected expression, she asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Liu Yujuan forced a smile: "No, I just think you're amazing. I'm nowhere near as good as you."
"How could you be far behind if you can get into the top art academy in the country? Ruoshi told me long ago that you are a natural talent."
Ji Xia shook her head and whispered comfortingly, "Everyone's living environment is different, so it's understandable that their aesthetic sense is affected."
“My hometown is closer to Hong Kong Island, and the trends and aesthetics of Hong Kong Island inevitably influence our generation. Moreover, I have loved drawing this since I was a child.”
She pulled out two or three fashion magazines: "These are all popular Hong Kong and Taiwan trends from last year to this year. Take a look and learn from them. I'm lending them to you, but take good care of them and don't damage them."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yujuan nodded happily, "Don't worry, I will take good care of it and I will definitely not damage it."
Ji Xia smiled with satisfaction: "You know that's good. If you borrow and return, it's easy to borrow again. Return it to me after you've finished reading it. I asked someone in Hong Kong to bring it to me. They'll send one every two or three months. It's not easy to buy in mainland China."
“What can be taught in school can also be learned in clothing technology school. If you need it, you can also come to me. I know a little about it. As for style, look at more of these and then form your own.”
As she spoke, she suddenly leaned closer and chuckled, "Even if you can't design it yourself at first, you can always imitate it!"
Rong Ruoshi reminded her, "Don't corrupt her. The concepts of imitation and plagiarism are very vague and can easily cross the line."
Ji Xia curled her lip in disdain: "It's just a collision and combination of various elements, and it's not like we're participating in a design competition. What's wrong with occasionally borrowing other people's ideas to make a little money? You rich people can't understand the hardships of us poor people."
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