C25

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

Jiang Yu seemed to really blame himself. I shook my head, indicating that he didn't need to blame himself.

I'm not a young girl of seventeen or eighteen who's still dreaming about the scenes from the idols. I don't believe there's anyone in this world who can protect me anymore. I only believe in myself.

"I used you." I looked him straight in the eye.

I've always looked down on those weak-minded actions, and I dare to admit it.

"I know." He lowered his eyes and then looked up at me and chuckled. At least when it comes to this sort of thing, you think you're using me, not other men. "

For a moment, I couldn't read him.

I think he knew better than I did that there was only a mutual use between us.

He covets my money, I covet his lechery...

That's not quite true, but I don't like the feeling of being out of my control.

It made people tremble in fear for no reason.

"Alright, I'm tired. I want to rest." I know that in my heart, I cannot accept this kind of intimacy with purpose, so I always subconsciously avoid it.

The next day we were on a flight back.

After going back to pack up for a while, I took him back to the company.

I called Tang Yue to my office and asked her to arrange a position for him. Of course, it cannot be too low or too high.

But I had obviously underestimated Tang Yue's infatuation. She could not even move when she saw Jiang Yu. Let them do whatever they say!

"B-Boss …" Tang Yue's eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Yu, I am thinking to myself that I should change to a new general manager, if I continue like this, it would be too embarrassing …

"Is there any suitable position for Jiang Yu in the company?"

At the moment, all I wanted was to get him a suitable job and get rid of him.

Tang Yue looked at Jiang Yu and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying his best to think back.

Currently... There are no vacant positions, but... "How about …

Tang Yue said as he stole a glance at me, as if he was observing my expression.

Ever since I promoted Tang Yue, the position of my assistant has always been empty, and many people have been coveting it.

After all, Ye’s wasn't considered to be big or small, and no one wanted to let go of the opportunity to be the leader of the group. He might be able to fly up to the top of the branch, but he might not even have the chance to soar to the heavens!

Jiang Yu is also considered a talented person, but he's like a ticking time bomb, but at the moment, there's nothing more suitable for him than this — at least, before I completely understand everything, I won't dare to place him in any of the important parts of the company.

I looked at Jiang Yu's direction and used my eyes to ask for his opinion.

He didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded his head, agreeing.

I nodded and said to Tang Yue beside me: "Then let's make it this way temporarily, arrange an office area for him …"

"The closer I get to Qianqian, the better!" he added.

Tang Yue looked at us with a face that seemed to have ignited the soul of a gossip, I remained calm and collected.

"Then... Little Jiang... Just sit there! "

Tang Yue said as he pointed to a small room outside my office.

That room was considered the closest office to mine. Before Tang Yue got promoted, he was there to take care of his work.

"Alright!"

Jiang Yu agreed without hesitation and then looked at me with an ambiguous gaze.

My face stiffened...

Somehow, I was beginning to regret my decision to let him join the company...

In the evening, after work, I didn't eat and went back to work.

During my week in Paris, I put all my work on coming back after the end of the trip.

I didn't mean to say that I was being playful, but I didn't think that things would come to this … He was caught unprepared.

I looked at the file in my hand and felt a headache.

The point is, I got the news that there was a problem with our clothing agency, and there was a shipment that needed to be reprinted.

The point is, some of the goods are already out of circulation.

This was the crux of the matter.

The reprint meant that I needed to remodel and measure this series, and as the company's leading designer, I was worried about letting others do the fine work for me.

After dealing with the pile of papers, I wandered into the studio in my lambskin.

As a person who has always been at ease with his work, if I don't finish it at home, I won't drag it on until I get home. Therefore, my studio has always been the same ever since it was renovated.

I washed out all the pictures of my trip to Paris and posted them on the whiteboard.

This is my next most important source of design, but I need to finish what I have on hand before I start a new round of full design.

I had someone take a few samples from this batch of clothes and split them up.

I want to know what the problem is.

But I've used a professional measuring instrument to measure it many times, and I've confirmed that the earliest versions are all right.

I also had a piece of clothing that hadn't been split, and I put it on.

Sometimes, no matter how precise the data was, it couldn't match up to the feeling of a real person's upper body.

I looked at myself in the mirror and the clothes that fit me. I couldn't figure out what was wrong.

I walked around a couple of times, thinking there was something fishy about this, and was going to take it off and reconnect with the agency.

Just as I was about to take off my clothes, I suddenly heard a tearing sound. It was the sound of fabric being torn apart.

I put the undressed dress on the workbench and found that it had been completely torn from the butterfly bone. This is my size. I've always been thin, so it's impossible for this to happen.

When designing this series, I had clearly marked the overall material used for the clothes as silk. The silk was flexible and snug, but the material used for this set of clothes was silk.

Moreover, it was silk that was made from low quality materials. Otherwise, such a situation would never have happened.

Silk, silk, a hair's breadth away from the mark, was a thousand miles too far.

There were many similar clothes on the market. They all had the same style, but their prices varied. One of the main reasons was because they were made of materials.

For some clothing, the price would naturally be high if they had good materials and unique cutting techniques. However, for some clothing, the price wouldn't be that high because the materials were cheap and the production line was assembly line.

No matter how similar the two pieces of clothing looked, as long as the difference between the materials used was too great, the difference would still be like difference between clouds and mud.

Holding the pieces of clothing, I called Tang Yue to ask her to send the closest financial statement to me. I flipped through the items and saw that the amount of clothes had been clearly written on them!

I suddenly felt a never before felt anger!