Compared to Han Jingnian’s focused and serious attention to the computer screen, Zhang Te’s assistant stood next to him, no hope in sight and didn’t even glance at the computer screen.
As ti went by, Zhang Te’s assistant noticed Han Jingnian’s complexion change as he peered at the computer screen and out of curiosity, he craned his neck to take a look at the computer screen.
Just one glance.
Zhang Te’s assistant blurted out, "Holy hell!" and then lunged towards the office desk like he had seen an immortal being, his eyes wide open.
How can he describe the design draft he is seeing right now?
It’s like a world, a fantastical, fairy-tale world.
The entire design is centered around the the of "butterflies and flowers". The butterflies are drawn vividly, ready to take flight, while the flowers are slowly blooming.
The flower of the necklace is in the middle, with the butterfly flying down from the upper left side, connecting to the petals of the flower. One of the earrings is a flower, the other is a butterfly. There are two bracelets, one is a flower and the other is a butterfly. They can be worn singly or together, and when worn together, the butterfly seems to be landing on the flower.
In addition to the design draft, there is also a note with two characters: et
Below are two lines of small text:
If you bloom, the butterfly will co.
In a world full of things, and a vast sea of people, I only want to et you.
Zhang Te’s assistant seems to be in a stupor, blinking his eyes again and again, then secretly pinching himself - the pain making him unconsciously howl, "My God, my face is going to swell up! I should go eat shit!"
"No wonder the lady said that even though her work is not top tier, there are very few in this world who can modify her work!"
"I even told her not to be overconfident, be careful of divine punishnt, and she said, if she’s not that confident, she will actually have to face divine punishnt!"
"What kind of divine work is this! It’s more than just being the main showpiece, it can go into a jewelry exhibition!"
From the mont he saw the design draft, until now, Han Jingnian, who had had no reactions whatsoever, suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Te’s assistant, "What did you just say?"
"Ah? I said this piece can go to a jewelry exhibition!"
"Not that sentence." Han Jingnian shook his head.
"Is... is... is... is it about divine punishnt? I’m sorry, Mr. Han, I was wrong..." Zhang Te’s assistant thought, great, in a fit of the mouth, he just exposed himself.
"Not that one either."
"Ah?" Zhang Te’s assistant took a second to comprehend Han Jingnian’s calm expression, "Mr. Han, do you an the part where the lady said there are very few people in this word who can modify her work?"
Han Jingnian didn’t say a word, let Zhang Te’s assistant’s words circle in his mind, then turned his attention back to the computer screen.
He stared at the design draft without moving his eyes, showing no reaction.
The always restless Zhang Te’s assistant finally couldn’t resist asking, "Mr. Han, what’s going on?"
Han Jingnian lowered his gaze slightly, and asked a question unrelated to their current conversation, "Do you know Jo?"
"Jo? The Fashion Father?" Zhang Te’s assistant didn’t quite understand why Han Jingnian suddenly ntioned this godfather of fashion who dominated the global fashion scene in the last century, whose style still influenced most of today’s fashion products.
"Yes, he remained unmarried his entire life, had no offspring, but he had two students."
Zhang Te’s assistant voiced out his confusion: "Two students? How co I only know of one? The one who’s a Chinese, who grew up by his side."
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