Wang Lei learned the location of his rendezvous from the listening device and lay in ambush beforehand. However, when the photos were developed, the woman in them gave them all a shock.
"Bai Weiwei, Bai Weiwei, your taste is getting worse and worse." Qin Xiaoyu felt disgusted just looking at the photo, threw it into the drawer and locked it.
Director Sun certainly wouldn't dare tell Bai Weiwei about this; from now on, he'd likely live a life of constant fear and trembling. Because, according to rumors, Zuo Xiangyang was a ruthless character, not to mention Bai Weiwei's mother, who had been transferred to a provincial government position.
"Xiaoyu, you're really amazing. Sending these two sets of clothes over has saved the Second Light Industry Bureau from all the trouble." Director Fei had no idea about the intricacies involved and was praising Qin Xiaoyu.
Qin Xiaoyu has truly tasted the sweetness of success. She realized that outsmarting and outmaneuvering others can achieve twice the result with half the effort, while being naive and honest all the time has really caused her to suffer a great loss.
The wedding room is basically ready, but career and family are simply incompatible.
Although she wanted to enjoy a few more days in her cozy home, lying on the sofa and reviewing the key paragraphs drawn by A Lei would be a pleasant time.
But when I calculated the time, A Lei was almost here, and I was afraid she would be even busier then, so I should arrange my work first.
Some of the latest autumn fashion designs have been submitted, awaiting her signature. She reviewed them one by one, her brows furrowed deeply. Of the fifty-odd drafts, only three or five truly appealed to her.
This is much lower than the usual overall level. Are they all trying to go on a passive strike?
Qin Xiaoyu was furious and went to the design studio to find out what was going on.
As soon as she entered the design studio, she sensed something was off. Master Liang was sternly revising the drafts, and Wang Lingling's eyes were red, as if she had been crying.
"How are the trainees?" Qin Xiaoyu walked in with a smile, pretending not to notice anything.
"Everything is fine." Seeing that neither of the two supervisors spoke, Xu Xiaoqing replied, afraid of making Qin Xiaoyu feel awkward.
"What's going on?" Qin Xiaoyu had no choice but to ask.
"I can't train this student," Wang Lingling said, wiping away tears.
"Tell me, what exactly happened?"
Qin Xiaoyu only found out after asking that the design studio had been quite lively during the few days she was away.
Because there were few technicians, her one-on-one tutoring was not feasible, so the technical department set up six groups and divided the trainees into groups.
Each group consists of two or three technicians, who lead about ten trainees.
Wang Lingling and Master Liang each led a group.
Everyone knows that Qin Xiaoyu is a woman of her word, and the design drafts must be submitted during her work hours, so these groups put in a lot of effort, drawing and revising.
However, Master Liang was very dissatisfied with Qin Xiaoyu's drastic reduction of old funds. Qin Xiaoyu was used to being a dictator, and no one dared to advise her, so they could only passively resist. Therefore, on the day of the summary, Master Liang put Wang Lingling in charge and avoided taking a break.
When Wang Lingling collected all the drafts, she immediately noticed a problem. Whether it was plagiarism or a shared idea, several drafts looked exactly alike, clearly derived from the same inspiration. Finding a shared inspiration is even harder than finding a dream; something was definitely wrong.
She had no choice but to find Master Liang and ask him for advice.
Master Liang was furious when he saw this. He called over the heads of several groups and gave them a severe scolding. In the end, even Wang Lingling was blamed.
When the team leader went back and asked, all the trainees unanimously said they hadn't copied their classmates. Since they still had to submit their work even if they couldn't find out the exact details, Wang Lingling made a tough decision: she confiscated all similar design drafts and only submitted the rest. That's why Qin Xiaoyu realized the quality was significantly worse than before.
"Kids these days are all so clever, they don't use their brains for anything good. What kind of upbringing is this? The fashion we designed back then was all done with heart, but look at us now! Besides, this is a matter of slow and meticulous work, it's impossible to completely replace the old styles immediately, the old styles are always leading the way for the new ones." Master Liang was still venting his anger, and he didn't give Qin Xiaoyu a kind look either.
"That's true, but we still need to find the reason. We can't just let it go like this." After saying that, Qin Xiaoyu looked at the design draft again.
When Wang Lingling handed her the similar drafts, she realized that the ones that looked good were actually quite similar. They had their merits in terms of creativity and details, but why were they all able to draw so similarly?
Qin Xiaoyu herself couldn't figure it out, so she had to go home and discuss it with Zhou Yue.
"These images, to put it nicely, are references; to put it bluntly, they're plagiarism." Zhou Yue understood at a glance.
"What do you mean?"
"Among the foreign fashion magazines that A Lei brought you last time, there are some similar ones. Wait for me to find them for you." Zhou Yue went in and searched for a long time before coming out empty-handed.
"Didn't you find it?"
“Yes, go back and check if you have it.” Zhou Yue was also puzzled.
"Definitely not." Qin Xiaoyu probably already understood what was going on.
The next day, she arrived at the fashion school and first gathered the students in the design class together for a large meeting.
"Hand over what you have in your hands," Qin Xiaoyu said bluntly.
Some timid students stood up hesitantly and handed over two pieces of paper from their sketchbooks.
Then more people went up to the podium.
Qin Xiaoyu took a look and felt somewhat disheartened. Zhou Yue was right; these students were all slacking off. Those weren't their designs; they were copied from fashion illustrations.
The fashion designs were a bit strange; they were black and white, and photocopies.
"Where did this come from?" Qin Xiaoyu didn't expect that this small, run-down city could sell foreign fashion magazines.
"We bought it," the students answered in unison.
"It's fifty cents a piece," someone added.
Qin Xiaoyu was quickly caught red-handed at Wang Lei's shop. Deng Lisheng was quite clever; he had spotted a business opportunity, stealing fashion magazines from Zhou Yue's room, making copies at Wang Lei's shop, and then selling them to fashion design students.
Deng Jianyan looked at the three hundred yuan that Deng Lisheng had taken out, and felt like crying but had no tears.
"This kid really has a knack for business," my cousin's wife muttered to herself.
"This has to be managed well; otherwise, there will be many more things to worry about in the future," the wife sighed.
Zhou Yue was so angry that she almost dried up her breast milk, which scared the whole family into being extra careful.
Qin Xiaoyu knew that without good designers, it was useless to build a fashion brand. Although Zhou Yue said she would return to the team soon, she couldn't be relied on for the next year; she couldn't even handle one child, let alone three.
For the first time, she felt somewhat lost.
The factory cannot stop production, and new designs cannot be produced. Factory managers Xie and Fei urge them every day.
Under pressure, Qin Xiaoyu had no choice but to select a dozen or so popular styles from the old designs and put them into production, which was the only way to feed the garment factory.
A Lei finally arrived, bringing all his belongings and the enthusiastic Lai Fu.
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