-74- Shit
Sister Zou called and asked where the two were. Zhao Jinghuan said they were in the square downstairs. Sister Zou said, "Okay, I'll come down to meet you." After hanging up, the boy continued to grumble, saying how dare that woman come to see him. But when Sister Zou actually came down, he lost his nerve and fled to the other side of the square. Seeing that Zhao Jinghuan was the only one downstairs, Sister Zou asked, "Where's the child I asked you to take care of?" Zhao Jinghuan pointed, and Sister Zou squinted, seeing the "little black spot" at the end of her sight, and smiled helplessly. Zhao Jinghuan asked Sister Zou, "You called me here because you wanted to use him as an example, right?" Sister Zou nodded and said yes, "This guy is from my team. He showed me his portfolio of paintings. He's actually quite talented, but he ended up working in operations. He always complained to me that he'd rather be a designer than an operator. I heard from colleagues that before I came to TD, this guy kept talking about it so much that everyone in the team knew he wanted to be a designer. But when you asked him for work, he had nothing. When you asked, he just said he was too busy with work." Sister Zou said, "So I gave him a month and a half off and asked him to work on my designs at home. If he did well, he could transfer to a contracted designer. If not, he could come back and work on operations with me." Zhao Jinghuan said, "And he succeeded." Sister Zou nodded. "That's exactly what happened. The process was painful. Compared to this kid, Lu Kai is considered mature, steady, and composed. He sent me ten text messages and called me eight times in one day, calling me a loser and saying he couldn't draw a single stroke. He used to think he was a genius, but now he thinks he's just a boaster. If I don't answer his calls, he'll send me a 60-second voice message of himself crying into the phone." Zhao Jinghuan said, "His mentality really doesn't seem good. Just now, he said he vomited in front of everyone during the meeting." Sister Zou nodded. "Yeah, that's why they say Lu Kai looks calm compared to him. This guy took a vacation for most of half a month and didn't paint a single stroke. Finally, he told me that he should come back to work. I was so angry that day that I called him and scolded him, telling him that even if his paintings were shit, he had to paint them for me, otherwise I would do everything I could to torture him every day he worked for me." Sister Zou said, "It took a lot of coaxing and intimidation before he finally handed in his work." Zhao Jinghuan smiled helplessly, "Well, this can be considered as fulfilling his wish...
Sister Zou called and asked where the two were. Zhao Jinghuan said they were in the square downstairs. Sister Zou said, "Okay, I'll come down to find you."
After hanging up the phone, the boy continued to grumble, saying how dare that woman come to see him. But when Sister Zou actually came down, he lost his courage and fled to the other side of the square.
Seeing that Zhao Jinghuan was the only one downstairs, Sister Zou asked her, "Where is the child I asked you to take care of?"
Zhao Jinghuan stretched out her finger, and Sister Zou squinted her eyes and saw the "little black block" at the end of her sight, and smiled helplessly.
Zhao Jinghuan asked Sister Zou, "You called me here because you wanted to use him as an example, right?"
Sister Zou nodded and said yes. "This guy is from my team. He showed me his portfolio and he's actually quite talented, but he ended up working in operations. He always grumbles to me that he'd rather be a designer than an operator. I heard from colleagues that before I came to TD, this guy kept talking about it so much that everyone in the team knew he wanted to be a designer. But when you ask him for his work, he doesn't have any. He always says he's too busy with work."
Zou said, "So I gave him a month and a half off and asked him to work on the design for me at home. If he does well, he can transfer to become a contracted designer. If not, he can come back and work on the operations with me."
Zhao Jinghuan said: "Then he made it."
Sister Zou nodded. "That's exactly what happened. The process was painful. Compared to this guy, Lu Kai is considered mature, steady, and composed. He sent me ten text messages and called me eight times a day, calling me a loser and saying I couldn't draw a single stroke. He used to think he was a genius, but now he thinks he's just good at bragging. If I don't answer his calls, he'll send me a 60-second voice message of himself crying into the phone."
Zhao Jinghuan said: "His mentality does seem to be very bad. Just now he said that when he went to the meeting, he vomited in front of everyone."
Sister Zou nodded. "Yeah, that's why they say Lu Kai looks calm compared to him. This guy took a vacation for more than half a month and didn't paint a single stroke. Finally, he told me that he should come back to work. I was so angry that day that I called him and scolded him, telling him that even if you paint shit, you have to paint it for me, otherwise I will do everything I can to torture you every day you work for me." Sister Zou said, "It took a lot of coaxing and intimidation before he finally handed over his work."
Zhao Jinghuan smiled helplessly: "Well, this can be considered as fulfilling his wish. At least he knows that he is not suitable to be a designer."
Sister Zou looked up at Zhao Jinghuan and asked her, "Why do you say that?"
"Huh? He just told me that during the meeting, his work was criticized for a lot of problems."
"Of course. Those supervisors' job is to find faults. If they can't find any, wouldn't that be like paying them for nothing? They found a ton of faults, but in the end, they still approved it." Sister Zou was suddenly stunned. "Oh, right, he doesn't know yet." She looked as if she had suddenly realized something. "I was wondering why this kid was so upset. Did he think his work was rejected?"
Zhao Jinghuan said, "Yeah, I thought you called me here to tell me that if someone without talent insists on becoming a designer, they will end up like him."
Sister Zou was amused by her: "How could that be? I'm not the type to like throwing cold water on you." Seeing Zhao Jinghuan's complicated expression, she hesitated for a moment, "Wait, am I the type to like throwing cold water on you?"
“My first week in Waikiki, you told me I was in the wrong place.”
"Oh... yeah, I did say that." Sister Zou shrugged, saying it wasn't important. "What's important is..." She extended her hand, pointing to her male subordinate, who was about to be transferred to a designer position and was hiding far away at the other end of the square but kept craning his neck to look at her. "Even though he always says that what he makes is shit, you must have the courage to make shit."
Zhao Jinghuan looked at the boy hiding far away and suddenly felt a little envious of him. Although he was whiny and talkative, he seemed to be a talented person. She sighed and said, "But what if what I make is really shit?"
Sister Zou shook her head and said, "You still don't understand what I mean." She said, "Even if it's really shit, it doesn't matter. You have the right to make shit."
Zou said, "If the product turns out to be crap, the worst that can happen is that we just don't go to the factory. What's the loss?"
"But……"
Sister Zou waved her hand to interrupt her: "Listen carefully to me. Besides those people in Waikiki, I've actually met many creators in different occasions over the years, and everyone's state is different. Some people think they are geniuses, some think they are trash, and most people are somewhere in between. When I say in between, I don't mean that these people think they are mediocre, but these people, one moment they think they are geniuses, the next they think they are trash. Maybe they think they are geniuses before 7:30 in the evening, but after the news broadcast, they change their minds and realize they are trash. But no matter which type of person it is, arrogant or self-deprecating, or arrogant and self-deprecating at the same time, as long as they create, they all start by creating shit."
Sister Zou said, "Even a genius like Eddie Redmayne, or even... even the incredibly popular Labubu, look, the original Labubu didn't look like this."
Zou said, "It's the same with trendy toys, painting, and writing. Occasionally, one or two creators emerge whose first work becomes a huge hit. You think they're geniuses, but that's only because you haven't seen all the shit they did before they became a genius in people's eyes. Even... the work that ultimately made them a hit might as well be shit to them, just to a different degree. So you have to understand that the only prerequisite for choosing to do something should be whether you want to do it and whether you are willing to do it, not whether you can do it well."
Zou said, "If you only do something because you vaguely believe or expect that the shit you create will turn into gold when it falls to the ground, then that's not the courage to create shit, that's the courage to try to create gold. For a creator just starting out, that's far from enough."
Sister Zou said viciously, "You know what you're going to create is going to be shit, 100 percent shit, but you still have to do it. You need to have this kind of courage. As for whether this shit will eventually turn into gold, or whether it has any chance of turning into gold, that's not important. It has nothing to do with your choice."
Sister Zou said, "Although I shouldn't give this example, but...but Wanfeng..." She sighed, "Wanfeng knew he had no talent, he knew his work wouldn't sell well, and he even knew his creations were shit. But he still painted them, didn't he? He painted those things not because they had any use, but because he wanted to paint them. At the moment he painted them, or at some of those moments, he was happy."
Sister Zou said: "Not every evening breeze can become a Dorasi, but every Dorasi has been an evening breeze."
Sister Zou said, "You called me and asked me what to do if you're afraid you can't do it well. Even though I just said so much, my answer is actually very simple. 'What if you're afraid you can't do it well?' What can you do? Don't be afraid." She smiled and said, "Lu Kai has given you the job of designing a new product. All you need to do is think about whether you're willing to do it. If you are, then just go for it. As I said, you must have the courage to make shit, because everyone has the right to make shit."
Zhao Jinghuan frowned for a long time without saying anything. Seeing that her eyebrows were almost twisted into a DNA helix and would break into mitosis if twisted any further, Sister Zou said, "How about I give you a hatred boost?"
Zhao Jinghuan asked her what motivated her hatred. Sister Zou thought about it, but shook her head: "Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. It's just a waste of time to talk about it." She patted Zhao Jinghuan on the shoulder and asked her to go find her subordinates to report the good news.
"Go tell him about the meeting and share in his good cheer. Mainly because I think if I stand up and go find him now, I'll probably scare him off before I even get to him. As for the bullshit, go back and think about it slowly. That's all I can say."
Sister Zou stood up, brushed the dust off her skirt, and turned back to the company. Zhao Jinghuan was stunned for a while, and before she could get up to look for the boy, he took the initiative to walk back.
"What did that woman say to you?"
"Hmm?" Zhao Jinghuan was still a little dazed.
The boy continued to grumble, "Alright, I get it. I'll just go back to work. I don't have the talent for this. I'll just focus on operations. The company's money is reserved for those outsiders anyway. We paid 10 million to hire Little Freckles, and now they want another 15 million..." He suddenly stopped here and said, "No, I can't tell anyone else this yet. Oh, anyway, I get it. I'm a loser."
Zhao Jinghuan looked disgusted. "Okay, what do you know? Your design..." She suddenly frowned when she said this. "What did you say you wanted 15 million for?"
The boy curled his lips: "I didn't say anything. Why are you asking about this?"
Zhao Jinghuan thought of what Sister Zou, who had just hesitated to speak, mentioned about "motivated by hatred", and suddenly had a strange association.
"You just said you were buying IP for 15 million. What you bought...could it be..." She squeezed out a name like a razor blade from her throat:
"Could it be Mr. Beard..."
"Hey, how did you know?"
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