Dafu spat out the water he had just drunk, and he quickly tore off some tissues to wipe his mouth and the table.
Jiang Xiaoli couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yuan, are they really in a good mental state for such intense overtime work?"
Zhong Yuan nodded with a smile, "Little Pear, don't worry! If you let them go home now, these people will definitely start fighting again."
Dafu complained, "To me, this doesn't sound like an internet company, it sounds more like a gladiatorial arena!"
"Hahaha!" Zhong Yuan laughed heartlessly. "Your description is actually quite apt!"
Jiang Xiaoli didn't want to continue arguing with him. She took her insulated lunchbox and knocked on Zong Jiayu's office door. A deep male voice came from inside, "Come in!"
She pushed open the door and entered. Zong Jia didn't even look up. "How's the progress on your end?"
Jiang Xiaoli walked quietly to his desk and shook the bag in her hand. "Boss Zong? Time for breakfast!"
Zong Jia then looked up at the person who had come, and asked with a smile, "Little Pear, what brings you here?"
She said with a smile, "You haven't come home all night, so I came to check on you. Why don't you rest for a while and have something to eat?"
He quickened his typing, "Give me a few minutes."
While he finished up, Jiang Xiaoli took out the breakfast and arranged it neatly on the coffee table.
A few minutes later, Zong Jiayu sat down next to her. "It's the weekend today. It's so nice to sleep in at home. I'll go back as soon as I'm done here."
Jiang Xiaoli rested her elbows on her knees, propped her chin on her hands, and tilted her head to look at him. "If I don't come, are you waiting for those overtime maniacs outside to remind you to rest, or are you waiting for Brother Yuan to remind you?"
Zong Jia paused in his porridge-drinking motion. "Hehe, at worst, it's just missing one meal. It's no big deal."
She noticed he had grown some stubble after staying up all night. "Comrade Xiao Zong, your attitude isn't very good. I don't usually have that much time to keep an eye on you. Do I have to send an undercover agent over here before you'll behave?"
Zong Jia chuckled, "Being managed by Little Pear feels pretty good."
Seeing his improper attitude, Jiang Xiaoli rolled her eyes at him and said, "Who cares about you!"
Zong Jia finished his porridge in a few bites, wiped his mouth, and took her hand. "No, you're my boss. Don't give up your authority over me."
She couldn't help but reach out and poke his cheek. "Then you'd better behave!"
"Yes, sir!"
After chatting for a few moments, Jiang Xiaoli casually mentioned, "I'll have the finance department of 'Jiang Li Ji' allocate some funds for you to use in the meantime."
Zong Jia raised an eyebrow, "Can 'Jiang Li Ji' still squeeze out some money?"
She shrugged. "That's all for now. I've already squeezed Brother Dafu dry."
Zong Jiayu thought for a moment and didn't refuse, "Okay, it's true that expanding 'SOSO' to a full extent will be quite expensive. I'll pay you back at the bank loan interest rate later."
Jiang Xiaoli reached out and pinched his chin. "Make me some money. If you can't pay it back, I'll take the company and you...!"
Zong Jia pulled her into his arms and rested his head on her neck. "Little Pear, I couldn't ask for more."
The two of them stayed close together in an embrace for a long time before finally letting go.
Jiang Xiaoli patted his head like she was coaxing a child, "Okay, you're busy. Go home and catch up on your sleep when you're done. I'm leaving now."
Zong Jia nodded, "Okay, I'll go home and report to my supervisor."
She winked playfully with one eye, "You're smart! Let's go."
Instead of going straight home, she went to room 307 on the 5th floor.
Although it's the weekend, the company has been very busy lately, and people in various departments are working overtime.
She found herself in the design department, where several designers were present, arguing loudly and passionately.
She leaned against the glass door for a while, then gently knocked on the door a few times.
The group turned around impatiently at the same time, but their expressions changed immediately when they saw it was her.
Feng Can, who had been the loudest earlier, quickly placed the design draft they had been arguing about in front of her.
"President Jiang, look at this dress, what's wrong with it? These guys really don't know anything. Why don't you fire these mediocre people?"
The others were instantly enraged. "Feng Can, have you no shame? Is your design even fit for a normal person? Even professional models would struggle to wear it! Our company makes mass-market clothing, not decorative pieces!"
Jiang Xiaoli felt that she really needed a pair of earplugs right now.
In that instant, she suddenly realized how difficult it must have been for Zhong Yuan to mediate the fight so many times throughout the night.
She pulled up a chair and sat down, waiting until they all fell silent before speaking, "You're all done arguing, right? If you're not going to argue, then let me see the design drafts."
Now everyone was a little embarrassed, and Feng Can was the most embarrassed.
He showed her the culprit that had caused their argument, "President Jiang, it's this..."
Jiang Xiaoli's head was buzzing. She raised her hand to stop him from saying anything more, "Give me a pen."
The next second, a pencil was shoved into her hand.
She studied the design for a while, then decisively made a few changes to the waist of the skirt.
Her drawing skills weren't very good, but several designers understood what she meant.
Huang Siyu cautiously raised her hand, "President Jiang, I understand what you mean. May I add a few more strokes for you?"
Jiang Xiaoli raised her chin, gesturing for her to take the blueprints away.
Huang Siyu has been drawing since elementary school and has a formal education in fashion design. With just a few strokes, she can make the design drafts more complete and harmonious than before.
The others watched helplessly as a design they had been arguing about for so long was transformed into a dress that fit the "Five" women's clothing brand's style in such a short time.
The office fell completely silent for a moment.
Jiang Xiaoli raised an eyebrow. "Feng Can, you're not upset that I changed your design, are you?"
Feng Can shook his head vigorously, "No, no, it's not my fault!"
He touched his ear sheepishly, "Actually, I know they have a point. My original design was too selective and not suitable for mass-market sales. But after your modifications, I think it's perfect now!"
Jiang Xiaoli nodded. "I overheard your argument at the door just now. Everyone's ideas are actually correct. Design is inherently a subjective thing. There is no good or bad, only what is suitable or unsuitable. It's good that it sparked a discussion."
The designers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she wasn't angry.
Huang Siyu smiled and tentatively asked, "President Jiang, are you busy today? We have a batch of design drafts coming up; would it be convenient for you to take a look?"
In fact, Jiang Xiaoli didn't think her design skills could surpass those of the professionals, but she was confident that her understanding of fashion trends was much better than theirs.
She nodded. "Sure, bring it here. Let me see your recent masterpieces."
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