Chapter 3 08.13 / My fiancée needs to live at her workplace...
When Chu Song took the wallet from the clerk again, he sneered silently.
She will never come to this convenience store again because of the cashier who categorizes people into different classes and looks down on others!
She swore it wasn't because of the price, but because of his terrible service attitude.
She spent a few seconds constructing a small drama in her mind - the scene where she would be rich one day, wearing gold and silver and come back to the store, and the clerk would be shocked and flattering in serving her.
After she finished her fantasy, she raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, and her anger barely subsided by half.
When she walked out of the supermarket again, she found that misfortunes never come singly. It was raining heavily outside, and the man who had just spoken for her and loved drinking hot Coke was also trapped here.
The supermarket was so well soundproofed that she really didn't hear the sound of rain before she came out.
The sound of the wind chimes behind her weakened. The man who came out a step later than her was standing diagonally behind her. Realizing this, she turned her head and looked over, meeting the man's gaze again.
And this time, she was sure that he would speak up for her in the convenience store just now, simply because she disturbed him.
His high brow bones made his expression look sharp and difficult to approach. His eyes were cold and his gaze only stayed on her for a second without any expression before he looked away.
Chu Song shuddered again and unconsciously moved half a step to the right.
There was a sudden downpour, and the rain was so heavy that it was difficult to go out even with an umbrella, not to mention that Chu Song had nothing.
She also had no way to take a taxi to leave because there was a gate one kilometer away on this road, and apart from cars in this area, only pedestrians could pass through.
She didn't want to go out now and get soaked.
Just as I was thinking about a solution, I saw a man behind me walk to a seat on the left and sit down.
He looked natural, not at all worried about the heavy rain blocking the road, but it was also difficult to tell his emotions because there was no expression on his face from beginning to end.
Chu Song took a deep breath, first glanced at the sky outside, then opened his phone to search for the latest rainstorm warning, and determined the approximate time when the rain would stop. After doing everything, he put away his phone and walked to the table and chairs on the right to sit down.
It was almost noon and the rain showed no sign of stopping. She was so bored that she took out a tablet from her backpack and leaned back in her chair to draw.
A former client who did private work for her sent her a message last night, asking her to help design a cultural and creative water cup with a fixed theme. The remuneration is the same as before, and the design will be produced the day after tomorrow.
She stayed up late last night to work on some extra work, and now the design draft has taken shape.
After finishing the side design, she relaxed briefly, rubbed her eyes, and looked up to see a car parked on the road in front of the supermarket terrace.
She couldn't tell the logo on the silver-gray sedan, but she knew it was one of the most expensive models. It was a retro car that she had only seen in some foreign movies. It was a bit like one of those "classic cars" that were so expensive that you had no idea the price.
She had really never seen it before, and she stared at that place, forgetting to look away for a moment.
Then she saw the passenger door being pushed open. What caught her eye first was a black long-handled umbrella, and then a man holding the umbrella came down. He had gray hair and was wearing a black suit - an obviously older man.
Although the man is no longer young, his figure is still upright and his every move is aristocratic.
He walked up with an umbrella, closed it, and walked into the terrace. When he was almost in front of the young man sitting, he stopped and bowed slightly: "Master."
? ?
What kind of old-fashioned title is this?
It's impolite to stare at people all the time, so she pinched her fingertips on her right hand and tried to control herself from tilting her head, but she could see half of the two people's figures through the tablet propped up on the table.
The man surnamed Fan didn't say anything.
He seemed to dislike talking and would never open his mouth unless necessary, not even a single punctuation mark. The man standing in front of him seemed to be accustomed to his behavior and continued talking to himself.
As if he didn't want to be heard by outsiders, the gray-haired man spoke in a low voice, and Chu Song could only make out the general idea.
"...This is the tenth person I've quit this month..."
"Are you really not satisfied..."
"Most of the furnishings in your studio on the second floor have been replaced... If you want to unify the style, you'll have to find a new designer."
"There is really no designer that meets your requirements."
......
It wasn’t that Chu Song wanted to hear, but she was sitting close to him, so even if the white-haired man spoke in a low voice, she could still hear a lot.
The other party is recruiting a designer, and it seems that this is her major.
But this "cold man named Fan" seemed to have very high requirements. He fired ten people in one month, which was too exaggerated... She looked down at the drawing in her hand and felt a chill. She didn't want to meet such a client.
"Find another one."
After a long silence, she heard the man speak.
The man's voice was hoarse, with a hint of coldness. His voice was as cold as he was, but mixed with the sound of the rain, it was sexy and very seductive.
Not only is he good-looking, but his voice is also so nice, it’s really... Chu Song’s ears felt a little hot, but this person was really picky, so he decided not to get close to him.
Chu Song was lost in his own thoughts and didn't hear what the two people were saying.
"Are you sure you still want to replace all the furnishings in the studio?" Wan Ting asked for the second time and found that Fan Tingnian was indeed not listening to him.
He followed the man's gaze and glanced at the girl next to him.
From a distance of seven or eight meters, with no obstruction in between, you can see the drawing on the girl's tablet. It is a drawing of the various sides of a water cup, and it is clearly a design drawing.
Wan Ting bowed and said to Fan Tingnian again, "If you insist on replacing everything, we need to find another designer."
Fan Tingnian comes from an artistic family and has made great achievements in the fields of painting and sculpture. He held a solo exhibition in Switzerland some time ago, so it is understandable that he has very high requirements for the artistic quality of the furnishings in his home.
But he just didn't like designing himself, so he had to find another designer.
From big names in the professional field to posting job postings and recruiting independent designers to apply, dozens of people have resigned in three months.
Each one is used for a period of time. Occasionally, if Fan Tingnian is not satisfied with a design drawing, it will be replaced. However, even if someone is fired, the compensation given by the Fan family is really high, so no one has been dissatisfied so far.
"Yeah." The young man sitting there withdrew his gaze and finally responded slowly to Wan Ting's question a few seconds ago.
He looked in Chu Song's direction for a long time. Wan Ting met his gaze, paused for a second, then turned his head slightly and looked at Chu Song again, as if thinking about something.
After considering for a moment, Wan Ting turned around and nodded. "I'll make arrangements and try to recruit another designer within three days, and have him take up the position before Friday."
Chu Song felt like he was possessed by a good luck ghost.
First, she picked up someone else's jewelry while traveling and reported it to the police station. The owner came to claim it, saying it was his wedding ring. He was very grateful and insisted on giving her five thousand yuan. Then, she spent a lot of money on a Western restaurant by the sea and won a 20% discount coupon in a lottery when paying the bill. Finally, since she submitted her resume for a part-time job online, she has been receiving frequent phone calls in the past two days.
Oddly enough, even though she had a decent portfolio, it wasn't easy for her to get work online before.
This time, the call came in just two minutes after she posted her resume online. It was so fast that she even felt that the other party did not contact her because they read her resume, but through some other channel.
In two days, there were four calls.
The first one asked her if she had any experience in furniture design. The trial period lasted one week and the salary was 100,000 yuan.
Chu Song hung up before he finished listening and blocked the other party.
One hundred thousand yuan?? She thought it was a scam. Even after blocking the caller, she still felt uneasy, so she downloaded a national anti-fraud app.
The second call came a few minutes later. The job requirements were more detailed than the first one. A probationary period was also required, but during the probationary period one had to live in Party A's castle in the South District. Even if one was dismissed during the probationary period, one would still be paid a high salary.
Chu Song listened to the whole thing this time, but blocked the other party again.
A high salary, and living in her house? And the South District Castle? Is that the one the driver mentioned when we got here? A castle, and her family even lives in a palace.
She always felt it was very strange. She had always had a strong sense of safety and was afraid that if she went there, she would not make any money but would have her kidney removed.
It wasn't until the fourth call the next night that it became a little more reliable.
The call this time was from a girl who spoke standard Mandarin. She said she needed a complete set of studio furniture and decoration designs. The employer had extremely high requirements for style uniformity and artistry. After looking at the portfolio she submitted on the platform, he liked her style very much and asked her if she would like to come for an interview and familiarize herself with the working environment. After passing the interview, she would need to live at the work location and try out for a few days. As for salary and benefits, someone would discuss it with her in detail during the meeting.
Chu Song felt that the people in this place might indeed be rich. Every call she received in the past few days offered a very high salary, so she felt that it was unreliable and was all a scam.
This interview request sounds the most reliable so far.
She thought about it for a long time, asked Wen Yao, and asked someone else about the work situation of this urban design major. Finally, in the evening, she called back and confirmed the interview time with the other party.
Everything went smoothly. After the call, the other party sent me the interview location, which was in a wealthy area in the southern district.
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