Qiao Ruoxi took a photo of the repair shop sign and sent it to Zhuo Yanting, asking him to help check the identity background of the Pei family driver, Lao Zhang.
Zhuo Yanting agreed immediately.
When Qiao Ruoxi put away her phone, Pei Yaori and Zhou Nan had already gone in. When she was about to step in, Pei Yaori came back with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Ruoxi asked.
Pei Yaori swallowed his saliva, as if he had prepared himself for a long time: "This Old Zhang is really not a good person."
Qiao Ruoxi raised an eyebrow: "What the hell did you see?"
"I saw him using his mobile phone to take pictures of your design draft, and then he sent them to Lin Jing..." Pei Yaori said with great difficulty.
Qiao Ruoxi frowned. How did this have anything to do with the design draft?
"I know this. Old Zhang's daughter is the design director of Pei's. It is said that the girl is quite talented. Relying on her own ability, she finally climbed to the position of director three months ago!" Zhou Nan also came back at this time.
Qiao Ruoxi was a little surprised. She didn't expect that when she came to investigate the cause of Pei Yaori's death, she would find an unexpected surprise.
This reminded her of the incident in which Pei's autumn haute couture clothing manuscript was accused of plagiarism.
Qiao Ruoxi walked lightly into the repair shop.
There were quite a few old cars, but there wasn't a single repairman in sight, as if they had been abandoned for a long time.
Following the direction pointed by Pei Yaori and Zhou Nan, Qiao Ruoxi finally saw Old Zhang who was taking pictures of the design drafts.
She took out her cell phone, turned the camera magnification to the maximum, and took a photo.
Originally wanting to go forward and catch it first, Qiao Ruoxi heard a sound coming from inside the house, so she had to retreat.
"Dad, I've already told you not to come into my room casually. You left without locking the door. If something important gets stolen, my future will be over." The girl rubbed her eyes, as if she had just woken up from a nap.
Old Zhang chuckled, "Dad's afraid you'll kick off the quilt. There's no one else in our repair shop, so don't worry, no one will touch your things. If the work is too hard for you, then don't do it. Dad will support you in the future!"
The girl shook her head helplessly, stood up and walked to the windowsill, and said while checking the design draft.
"You're retiring next month, and your salary will be reduced by half. It's good enough that you can take care of yourself. Don't make me worry all the time."
As he spoke, he pointed at Lao Zhang's leg on crutches and said, "Since you're okay, I'll leave first. I have to rush to make samples for these clothes. I won't be back to live here tomorrow, so please don't move around too much."
Old Zhang looked at his daughter with a distressed look on her face and said, "Okay, okay, take care of yourself and don't work so hard."
"How can you make money without hard work?" The girl complained, holding the design draft, and walked out while yawning.
As soon as she reached the gate of the repair shop, she was stopped by someone.
"Zhang Xiaoyue, Pei's Design Director, nice to meet you."
Zhang Xiaoyue was shocked for a moment by the girl's celebrity-like appearance, then a strange look appeared on her face: "You, know me?"
Qiao Ruoxi shook her head and pointed at the nameplate on Zhang Xiaoyue.
Zhang Xiaoyue immediately became nervous and hugged the design draft tightly: "Who are you? Don't even think about stealing my design draft!"
Qiao Ruoxi glanced at the design draft in the girl's hand and said, "I'm not interested in the design draft in your hand, but someone is very interested."
"Who?" Zhang Xiaoyue's face was full of hostility, as if she was determined to live and die with the design draft.
Qiao Ruoxi didn't mind and extended a hand in a friendly manner: "My name is Qiao Ruoxi, and the design draft in your hand is drawn by me. Are you interested in chatting?"
Zhang Xiaoyue was stunned and looked Qiao Ruoxi up and down for a long time, obviously not believing what she said.
It was not until Qiao Ruoxi told her that the themes of the three design drafts were auspicious beasts and the design details that Zhang Xiaoyue finally believed it.
From her previous wariness to surprise and joy, Zhang Xiaoyue held Qiao Ruoxi's hand tightly.
"So you are Mr. Pei San's wife, and you are the author of these designs. Your creativity is truly amazing. You are the savior of our design department!!"
Qiao Ruoxi smiled and said, "So, would you like to find a place to chat?"
Zhang Xiaoyue immediately agreed: "Of course, there are some things I don't understand, and I'd like to ask you for advice!"
Qiao Ruoxi took Zhang Xiaoyue to a cafe.
After Zhang Xiaoyue's doubts were answered, Zhang Xiaoyue was very excited.
"After listening to you, I realized how shallow our designs are. I'm sure we'll win first place in this autumn's haute couture exhibition!" Zhao Xiaoyue insisted.
Qiao Ruoxi smiled and shook her head: "I'm afraid it's unlikely, because the design draft has been leaked."
"What!" Zhao Xiaoyue stood up immediately. "That's impossible. Because the design draft was stolen last time, I kept it very carefully and kept it with me. There will definitely be no problem!"
Qiao Ruoxi opened her phone and handed over a photo.
The photo is a little blurry, but the content in the picture can be seen clearly.
Through the window, the drawings were spread out on the table, and Zhang Xiaoyue's father was taking pictures of them with his mobile phone.
Zhang Xiaoyue shook her head. "This, this is impossible! My dad would never do such a thing. He taught me to be honest and upright since I was a child. This must be a visual error!"
Qiao Ruoxi smiled and put the photo away.
"The truth will come out sooner or later. I'm just reminding you not to carry your design drafts around with you anymore. It's not safe."
"I'm sorry for wasting Miss Zhang's time. I'll be leaving now." Qiao Ruoxi stood up with a smile, paid the bill at the front desk and left the cafe.
She instructed Pei Yaori with her mind: "Follow her, tell me everything you do and say."
Zhou Nan was puzzled: "Why do this? Won't it alert the enemy?"
"If we don't cut the grass, how can the snake come out of the hole?" Qiao Ruoxi looked back at Zhang Xiaoyue and called Ren Quan.
"My dear, I still need to make some changes to those designs."
"Is there anything else you want to change?" Ren Quan on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment. It was obviously perfect.
"Will it be too late to send it to you two hours later?" Qiao Ruoxi asked.
"Of course there's still time, but Xiao Zhang should have gone to make the pattern already. I'll call her now and ask her to stop first."
"I was just about to tell you, don't tell Zhang Xiaoyue about this for now."
Ren Quan was stunned for a moment, but still agreed: "Okay, ma'am!"
Ren Quan hung up the phone and went to Pei Yaozhou's office to report on his work with a smile. Mrs. Xin was right. It seemed that good things were going to happen again!
Zhang Xiaoyue sat in the coffee shop, her mind full of what Qiao Ruoxi had just said to her.
She also gradually recalled some things that she found very strange at the time.
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