Chapter 44 Are you insanely jealous?!
SoftVoice Studio, 798 Art District.
As soon as she pushed the door open, Song Shengsheng rushed in front of her, phone in hand, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Ruanruan, I found it!"
Song Shengsheng's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger.
"Jiangxin insists their production line is at full capacity and won't utter a single word!"
"But a friend of mine works in a middle management position at Jiangxin, and she just secretly passed on a message—it's from the Wen family!"
Su Ruan pushed her suitcase against the wall, showing no surprise.
She walked to the water dispenser, filled a glass with warm water, took a sip, and suppressed her stomach discomfort.
"How was the pressure applied?"
Song Shengsheng frowned and said, "I don't know who used the Wen family's old connections in the cultural heritage system to put in a good word for Jiangxin."
"Jiangxin has several state-owned cultural and creative orders in hand. They dare not disobey the Wen family's wishes and would rather pay us the small penalty for breach of contract!"
Su Ruan twitched the corner of her mouth, as expected.
"It really is Wen Wanwan."
"Who else could it be besides that green tea b*tch?!"
Song Shengsheng spat.
"It must be because Qizhu got humiliated that time, and seeing how close you are to President Yan, she's up to no good!"
"Damn it, they're using family resources to play dirty tricks!"
"Is she sick? She's insanely jealous!"
What about overseas workshops?
Su Ruan asked, "This is the most urgent matter."
Song Shengsheng slumped her shoulders and grabbed a handful of hair in frustration.
Don't even mention it!
“I did as you said and screened through all the workshops in China that can handle haute couture.”
"Either the craftsmanship cannot meet the requirements of the 'Moonlight Over the Sea' series, or the time is too tight, the process is too complicated and the risk is too high, or the schedule will be scheduled until next year."
"Several reputable overseas companies are rejecting my emails, and my phone lines are either busy or they give me bureaucratic responses. As soon as they hear it's a new brand or an urgent order, they pass on it immediately!"
"There are two companies that are asking for exorbitant prices, enough to drain our startup capital!"
The alternative workshops are out of the question; both domestic and international avenues are blocked.
Wen Wanwan's move was both precise and ruthless.
"Ruanruan, what do we do now?"
Song Shengsheng looked at her anxiously.
Su Ruan didn't speak, but her fingertips rubbed against the cup.
Suddenly, the screen of her phone on the table lit up with a new WeChat voice message.
Su Ruan clicked on it, and a cheerful male voice came out.
"Ruanruan, I have news about the Hong Kong Island workshop that you asked me to inquire about!"
"Baohua and Tiangongfang have just finished two big projects, and their schedules are now open for half a month!"
"These two companies have high entry barriers and exorbitant prices, so be prepared. I've sent you their contact information."
"Tell me in advance if you're coming to Hong Kong Island, and I'll pick you up at the airport."
After the voice message ended, the studio fell silent.
Song Shengsheng's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had seen a signal flare in a desperate situation.
"Hong Kong Island? Po Wah and Tin Kwong?!"
"Holy crap! This is a lifesaver!"
She rushed to Su Ruan's table.
"Quickly! Make contact! We have to sell everything we own to get this!"
Su Ruan's tense mood eased slightly. She quickly memorized the number and her fingers moved rapidly across the screen.
“Sheng Sheng, I’ll fight these two companies in Hong Kong to the death. You pack your things and fly to Yunnan immediately.”
She spoke at the same time, her voice resolute.
"Yunnan?"
Song Shengsheng was stunned.
"What are you going there for? To travel and relax?"
"Go find someone."
Su Ruan looked up, her gaze intense.
"Jade carving master, Chen Yansheng."
"Chen Yansheng?"
Song Shengsheng frowned, feeling that the name sounded familiar, and suddenly slapped her forehead.
"Ah! That legendary master inlay artist who restored treasures for the Forbidden City and later retired?!"
"Would he be willing to come out of retirement and take our order?"
Song Shengsheng gasped.
"Can such a divine figure be persuaded?"
Su Ruan remembered that in the original story, the buyer who purchased Song Shengsheng's design drafts was the one who persuaded Master Chen to come out of retirement.
It was he who brought Song Shengsheng's design to life, causing a sensation at the jewelry exhibition that year.
"It all depends on human effort."
Su Ruan's gaze was calm, carrying a tenacity she didn't usually possess.
"But he is our last hope. He understands your designs, and his inlay skills are a living fossil!"
"Humble your attitude and show sincerity, but don't be spineless."
"Tell him that as long as he's willing to come out of retirement and guide the craftsmanship of the core components, or recommend reliable top craftsmen for subcontracting, he can name his terms!"
"Hong Kong Island Workshop mainly focuses on basic setting techniques. For the core setting and finishing touches of top-quality gemstones, we must find true master-level experts to handle them!"
Su Ruan's thinking was incredibly clear.
"We'll outsource the toughest challenges to the top artisans, focusing on Hong Kong Island and Master Chan's line! A two-pronged approach!"
"Understood!"
The hesitation in Song Shengsheng's voice was replaced by fighting spirit.
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Ruan opened the door and disappeared outside.
Soon, her clear and calm voice could be heard in the corridor as she spoke with the head of Hong Kong Island Workshop.
Song Shengsheng stood there, looking at the scattered design drafts on the table.
Looking at the flight information that had just popped up on her phone, she took a deep breath and wiped her face hard.
"Damn it, let's go all out!"
...
Qingyan Headquarters, President's Office.
Yan Tingnan leaned back in his chair, silently turning the sandalwood prayer beads between his fingers.
His gaze, behind the gold-rimmed glasses, fell on the open documents, but remained unfocused.
"Mr. Yan, there's been a bit of a problem with Miss Su."
Jing Huai stood three steps away from the table and reported to him.
Yan Tingnan paused for a moment while twisting the prayer beads.
"explain."
"The Craftsmanship Workshop, a partner of SoftVoice, suddenly and unilaterally broke its contract with a flimsy excuse."
Jing Huai paused for a moment, then added.
"Ms. Su reacted quickly and implemented the response plan immediately."
"Designer Song Shengsheng has urgently flown to Yunnan to try to make contact with Master Chen Yansheng."
"Ms. Su herself has just landed on Hong Kong Island and has contacted Po Wah and Tin Kung Fong on the island. They are working hard to resolve the issue."
"The matchmaker was Shen Yu from Hong Kong Island."
"Shen Yu?"
Yan Tingnan uttered the name between his lips, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.
Jing Huai lowered his hands and said, "Yes, Young Master Shen."
“He had an old acquaintance with Miss Su and provided her with access to the workshop.”
Jing Huai hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"Do we need to intervene and put pressure on craftsmanship, or directly connect with Hong Kong Island?"
He asked cautiously.
After all, the cooperation between SoftVoice and Qingyan was a done deal, and SoftVoice was even a company personally designated by its boss.
Yan Tingnan raised her hand, interrupting him.
"Need not."
"If she doesn't say anything, just ignore it."
Jing Huai was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head.
"yes."
Yan Tingnan started fiddling with the prayer beads again, his gaze calm and serene.
"Keep an eye on it."
He added, his tone as indifferent as ever.
"Don't let her get completely devoured by those people in Hong Kong."
"clear."
Jing Huai agreed and was about to turn and leave.
"etc."
Yan Tingnan's voice sounded from behind, causing Jing Huai to stop abruptly in his tracks.
"Saturday evening, Asia-Pacific Art Investment Summit."
Yan Tingnan slowly leaned back in his chair, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his high nose.
Jing Huai understood immediately and added the following.
"Yes, the organizers sent out invitations three times, hoping you can attend."
"You said you were busy before."
Yan Tingnan parted his thin lips slightly.
"Now, I have some free time."
"Go and show your face."
Two simple sentences, seemingly light, yet carrying great weight.
Jing Huai felt a slight chill in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Understood. I'll arrange a private jet immediately. The trip will be kept confidential."
Yan Tingnan put his gold-rimmed glasses back on, his movements refined and composed.
"No need to make a fuss."
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