"Hello, are you Designer Ye? I’m Che Hao’s agent, Zhang Qi."
What quick speed, Ye Ranran was surprised internally, but her tone didn’t reveal anything: "I am."
"It’s like this, A Hao told that you’re responsible for the costus for this movie, right? The director and other actors in the crew want to et you tomorrow, would that be possible for you?"
Not to ntion Ye Ranran’s background, just Che Hao’s recomndation alone would earn her face from the producer and director, so Ye Ranran was just going through the motions.
The main thing was to et up and communicate with the director and other main actors to design costus based on their requirents.
"No problem, what ti tomorrow?"
"Ten o’clock, is that okay?" The tone on the other end was very respectful.
"Okay, is the location decided?"
"Yes, it’s at the restaurant on the third floor of Huacan, how does that sound?" The agent asked cautiously, fearing that Ye Ranran might disagree.
"Got it. I’ll be there on ti tomorrow." Ye Ranran had no objections.
After hanging up the phone, the agent wiped his sweat. He didn’t understand why Che Hao insisted on having Ye Ranran.
She had disappeared for several years without any works, and it’s unclear if she could still design.
Moreover, given her status, she couldn’t be reprimanded casually.
However, establishing a good relationship with her wouldn’t hurt.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Ranran continued drawing in her notebook, completely focused, not even hearing the footsteps behind her.
Jun Mochan stood behind her, hands in his pockets, looking down at her.
She was designing a n’s suit, with the basic outline already forming, now she was perfecting the details.
She was delicately working on the sleeve, striving for perfection even with a small cuff.
Perhaps she felt the cuff didn’t match the suit, so she frowned, erased it, and redrew it.
Seeing her draw again made Jun Mochan feel like a century had passed.
His hand gently draped over her shoulder, resting his chin on the top of her head, rubbing slightly: "It’s so nice to see you drawing again."
The sudden action startled Ye Ranran, making her body tense up, but she quickly relaxed and complained: "Why didn’t you say sothing when you ca?"
"You were too absorbed in drawing to see ." Jun Mochan’s tone carried an undetectable hint of grievance.
Ye Ranran caught his discontent, sowhat resigned: "I don’t have eyes on my back, naturally I can’t see you."
"What are you designing?" Jun Mochan casually changed the topic.
He didn’t press, so Ye Ranran didn’t dwell on it either; she closed her notebook: "Not telling you."
Jun Mochan smiled aningfully but didn’t pursue the question: "I heard you’ve recently taken on a movie?"
"Yes, invited by Che Hao, since I’m going back to work anyway, I accepted. Why?" Ye Ranran didn’t expect him to pay attention to such a minor matter.
"I’m aware of my work situation, you just focus on your own things." She’s not Jun Xiaobao, needing his attention and supervision all the ti.
"I’m just getting a basic idea. It’s a big production movie, filming in several locations, mostly impoverished areas. I was thinking maybe we could do so charity work along the way."
In recent years, Jun Mochan has been actively developing the education sector, but in poor areas, progress has been limited; it’s not a task that can be accomplished overnight.
However, little by little, water can eventually wear away stone.
Jun Mochan thought investing in education first would, once people’s thinking improved, make everything else much easier.
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