Jiang Ran wasn’t very familiar with Wu Qian, so when addressing her, Jiang Ran directly used her full na.
"I suppose Wu Qian has already ntioned to you the main reason I’m here today is to discuss a collaboration with you."
Upon hearing Jiang Ran get straight to the point, Wu Guanzhong and Xu Youcai also turned serious, nodding, "Yes, Qian ntioned it before. However... talk is cheap. You need to show us your skills."
Daring to propose collaboration, Jiang Ran was naturally well-prepared.
Jiang Ran opened the bag she had brought with her and took out a file, which she handed over directly.
Wu Guanzhong took the file, opened it, and pulled out a stack of papers, which he began to examine with Xu Youcai.
This stack of papers contained designs that Jiang Ran had drawn in her spare ti.
Because there wasn’t enough ti to produce them, they were set aside.
One or two don’t seem like much, but gradually, little by little, they beca a thick stack.
Now, they looked quite impressive.
Wu Guanzhong and Xu Youcai leaned in to look, their expressions were very serious, and as they looked, they didn’t say a word, their brows furrowed.
Wu Qian, who sat on the side, beca worried upon seeing their expressions and moved closer to Jiang Ran, whispering to inquire.
"Jiang Ran, why do my dad and Uncle Xu look so serious? Is it..."
Wu Qian didn’t finish her sentence, but Jiang Ran understood what she ant.
Jiang Ran shook her head, "No matter what they an, let’s wait for them to speak for themselves."
Wu Qian also realized that whispering here wouldn’t help, so she stopped talking.
Although they fell silent, the worry lingered. Her gaze frequently darted over, and even sitting there felt like sitting on pins and needles to her.
Ti ticked by second by second, the room quiet except for the occasional sound of turning pages, which inevitably made Wu Qian more nervous.
It was hard to say how much ti had passed when Wu Guanzhong finally looked up at Jiang Ran.
"Did you draw all these?"
Jiang Ran nodded, "I drew all of them."
Just as Wu Guanzhong was about to speak, his gaze fell on Jiang Ran’s clothes.
Previously unnoticed, he now observed that the clothes Jiang Ran wore weren’t like the current common styles.
They resembled so of the styles in the drawings, but not quite the sa.
"Did you make this?" Wu Guanzhong asked.
Jiang Ran nodded, "Yes, I made it. But I’ve been quite busy, and haven’t managed to make many, so I could only draw them."
Hearing Jiang Ran say again that she was busy, Wu Guanzhong was a bit puzzled.
"You’ve drawn so many designs and can make clothes, so you must be in this business. Why do you keep saying you’re short on ti?"
Jiang Ran smiled, "You may not know, but I’m actually a doctor. I also make my own dicine, so I don’t have much ti to make clothes."
Upon hearing this, Wu Guanzhong was quite surprised.
When he looked at Jiang Ran again, his eyes were filled with scrutiny and curiosity.
A doctor who can make clothes?
Although he found it strange, Wu Guanzhong didn’t press further.
After all, everyone has the right to choose their own profession, even if they are not suitable or proficient at it in another area.
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