Chapter 1310 The Stylist Killed by the Empress
“You look so young, how old are you?”
Nan Jiaojiao said truthfully: “I am a sophomore.”
< br>"No wonder, I started my internship only in my senior year, and you started it in your sophomore year. Are you so busy?"
Nan Jiaojiao sat down calmly, "For the credits."
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"Then you must be very professional!"
Nan Jiaojiao smiled, she just didn't know what to say, Yueyu didn't say much, and sat down.
It wasn’t until someone pushed the door open again that the awkward atmosphere eased.
The person who came in was Su Xinying. She didn't even look at them. She walked to sit on the opposite side in disgust. She threw the bag hard on the chair and took out her mobile phone to play with them. She didn't bother to talk to them.
Not long after, Qin Qing and Jing Chuwen entered the conference room, holding their resumes in their hands.
Yueyu and Su Xinying stood up immediately and greeted each other with smiles. Nan Jiaojiao was a little slow and her legs didn't straighten, so Qin Qing asked them to sit down.
Su Xinying looked behind her, "Director Qin, why are you the only one? Where are the other designers?"
Qin Qing smiled lightly and said, "Are you Miaotong's cousin?"< br>
Su Xinying hurriedly explained: "Yes, but I didn't rely on my cousin's relationship. I applied for the job myself, and my cousin doesn't even know."
Qin Qing nodded, "I don't reject it. Regarding related customers, I have seen your works, and they do have some traces of Miao Tong. You have also won many awards, and your ability is above the standard. After joining the company, look for more inspiration and find your own style as soon as possible. ”
Su Xinying subconsciously twitched the corners of her mouth.
She has been reading her cousin's works since she was a child. How can it not have any influence? But her level is much higher than that of her cousin. Her family background is not bad, even several times better than that of her cousin's family. Isn't Su Miaotong a little talented? She has the skills she piled up with money, and she has learned from no less than three famous teachers.
She was not convinced by Qin Qing's words, but she also knew that if she wanted to be successful in E.Y, she couldn't be blindly proud from the beginning. "I know, I will work hard."
Qin Qing glanced at her and then looked at Yueyu.
Yueyu immediately tensed up, her hands folded in front of her body and she wrung her hands vigorously. She was so nervous that she couldn't even breathe. She looked like she was waiting to be questioned.
But Qin Qing's eyes ignored her and fell lightly on Nan Jiaojiao.
Said: "Have you been the stylist of the Empress before?"
Nan Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat.
He secretly glanced at the resume in Qin Qing's hand.
I scolded Pei Dongshi to the eighteenth level in my heart.
I have never seen her resume. Who knows what Pei Dongshi wrote on it.
Fortunately, the stylist matter had already been resolved, and she said without blinking: "I didn't know that E.Y's stylist was in charge at that time. I applied for the job on the set, and then someone came. Designer, I am one of the assistants assigned to her.”
When Qin Qing learned the news yesterday, she asked Jing Chuwen to check it out.
When the Empress came to seek cooperation, it was Qiao Shan who contacted her. At that time, several designers at the head office were busy with work and could not spare time in the short term. Later, Qiao Shan found someone from abroad. A designer from the branch.
Qin Qing had never met the designer, but the feedback from the crew was good. When she wanted to meet the designer, Qiao Shan told her that he went abroad after completing the work.
I think Nan Jiaojiao is just a little assistant assigned to the designer by the crew.
She took another look at her resume. Her qualifications were very good, but they were not very eye-catching. All she had won were small prizes. Even the first place in the flower arrangement competition held by the school when she was in elementary school was written on it. She was probably someone else. There's nothing to show for it.
(End of this chapter)