Huang Wanzhen walked up the stairs to the third floor. The first office was the Academic Affairs Office. Huang Wanzhen paused for a few seconds before arriving at the second office. "Knock, knock, knock—"
"Come in."
Don't mention it, there really is someone there. Huang Wanzhen pushed the door open and saw only a middle-aged man inside. She smiled and asked, "Excuse me, is Lecturer Yin from this office?"
The middle-aged man shook his head. "No, Lecturer Yin is in the office next door, but today is Sunday, so she should be in the dormitory. Who are you? What do you want to see her for?"
Huang Wanzhen smiled and replied, "My name is Huang Wanzhen. I met Lecturer Yin at Mr. Fan's salon and made an appointment to see her today."
"Oh?!" The middle-aged man also knew Mr. Fan, a literary master. After hearing what Huang Wanzhen said, he slowly stood up and said, "Lecturer Yin's dormitory is behind this building. The address is Room 6."
"Thank you." Huang Wanzhen hurriedly thanked him, and after saying goodbye and leaving, she did not forget to carefully close the office door.
After finding Room 6, Huang Wanzhen, thinking that Yin Jialuo didn't like socializing, pointed to the Boya Tower and said, "Go wait for me at the bottom of that tall tower."
Then he took out another fifty cents and stuffed it into Huang Dachui's pocket, "If you're hungry, go find something to eat. Don't wait like crazy."
Huang Dachui took the money and nodded obediently, "Okay, Mr. Huang."
After Huang Dachui left, Huang Wanzhen knocked on Yin Jialuo's door, and within a few seconds the door opened from the inside.
"Hello, Teacher Yin." Huang Wanzhen gave a big smile.
Yin Jialuo pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I heard you guys talking outside earlier. Come in and sit down."
When Huang Wanzhen walked in, she found that the small room was covered with silk fabrics everywhere. There was a carpet on the floor, embroidery on the walls, and even the table was covered with a dark blue tablecloth with a small floral border around the edge.
"Please sit down. I don't have any coffee here. Would you like some black tea?"
Huang Wanzhen retracted her gaze and nodded hurriedly, "Drink, thank you for troubling Teacher Yin."
Huang Wanzhen put her handbag on the table and looked down to see the cushion on the chair covered with auspicious cloud patterns. Huang Wanzhen touched it with her hand before sitting down.
"Have you been looking for a long time? I live in a remote area." Yin Jialuo brewed a pot of black tea, and Huang Wanzhen stood up, "I'll pour it."
Yin Jialuo didn't fight with Huang Wanzhen for it, and put the teapot on the table. Huang Wanzhen poured a cup for Yin Jialuo first, "Teacher Yin, are you busy lately?"
"Hey! To be honest, I don't have many classes a week, so I should be very free, but I feel extremely busy, the kind that I can't handle."
Huang Wanzhen sat down again and poured herself a cup of tea. "Oh? What are you busy with?"
Yin Jialuo took a sip of tea and said slowly, "I'm busy reading, busy drawing clothes, and busy making clothes."
"Yes, speaking of drawing clothing designs, I also like it," Huang Wanzhen said, pulling out two booklets from her handbag. "These are my drawings. Teacher Yin, please give me some advice."
"Very good! The clothes you designed are very beautiful and very suitable for mass production, especially this one," Yin Jialuo said, pointing to a cheongsam with a lotus leaf collar. "This kind of clothing, which combines Chinese and Western elements, is very creative. I can't keep up with you. I am good at using silk fabrics to make cheongsams, traditional Chinese clothing such as cheongsams and aoqun. I can keep up with the times, but my thinking limits my imagination and acceptance. I can't accept the short skirts and suspender skirts in those Illustrated magazines."
Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "That was summer, for the sake of keeping cool. I designed clothes. If I didn't accept them, I wouldn't wear them. I wore what I could accept, and within my own acceptable range, I could also develop myself. Last time at the salon, I listened to Teacher Yin's words, which benefited me greatly. The clothes I drew catered to the aesthetic tastes of most people in Beijing's upper class. They looked good in the brochure and were also quite eye-catching when they were made. But I still have a long way to go to truly give them soul and make them complement the customer's temperament."
"Ever since you told me that, I've been thinking about it for a long time. I think this might be the reason why other people's clothes can sell for hundreds of yuan, while mine can only sell for a few dozen yuan at most, unless they're made of precious materials."
Yin Jialuo nodded, "Are you thinking of going into the field of private customization?"
Huang Wanzhen's eyes lit up. "Yes, I know. Many internationally renowned fashion designers have their own muses. They design clothes specifically for them to suit their temperament and appearance. Wearing them like this will create an indescribable effect. When photographed and published in magazines, they will truly captivate people."
For a moment, Yin Jialuo fell silent. She didn't know whether Huang Wanzhen's idea was right or wrong. She felt that she was a bit utilitarian, but when she thought of what Mrs. Fan said, that she created the "patriotic and affordable" clothing, she felt admirable.
"I heard that you are a student at Beiman Girls' High School. If you want to learn, you can apply for the Pattern Design Department of Yan University."
Although Yin Jialuo did not explicitly agree to let Huang Wanzhen teach her, she still took her to visit her clothing room.
When leaving Yenching University, Huang Wanzhen was not discouraged. She was already in her third year of high school and would be able to take the college entrance examination next year. She encouraged herself in her heart and decided to be admitted to the Department of Pattern Design at Yenching University.
Back at Jixiang Hall, Song Wenyin was there. Seeing the woolen shawl Huang Wanzhen was wearing, her eyes lit up. "It's pretty. Are we going to make woolen shawls this year?"
Huang Wanzhen nodded. "I bought a lot of wool. I have to tell you that you have to pay me back when you settle the bill at the end of the month."
"Well, if I had known this, I wouldn't have given out dividends when we last settled the accounts. I see wool scarves are all the rage now, so why don't you have the workers knit some and sell them at Jixiangtang?"
Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "That's what I was thinking. We also have gloves, hats, and scarves. I'll draw a few scarf patterns and have the women workers knit them."
Song Wenyin blinked her big eyes and asked, "Small scarf, but there are so many styles?"
Huang Wanzhen smiled mysteriously and said, "Of course, there are also shawls with many patterns and styles."
"You'd better take it easy. You can't put out all your clothes at once. We're already quite famous in Beijing, and many shops have copied our styles. If we didn't have new styles frequently, those ladies who like to wear the latest styles would definitely have poached a lot of them."
Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes and made a 'two' gesture, "Well, we'll update a new style every two weeks."
Huang Wanzhen gained a lot from her visit to Yenching University. Yin Jialuo's room full of silk fabrics gave her a lot of inspiration. In the following period of time, she also asked workers to weave some woolen products of different sizes, including covered tea sets, covered telephones, chair cushions, and sofa cushions.
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