A Promising Youth

Chapter 10 A Time of Crisis

A sudden appearance of me in the conference room caused an instant uproar. The pretty girl looked up

mulishly, with her eyes staring at me in confusion.

I hastened to explain, “I'm the clothing designer of Blue Butterfly Company. Miss Clara took the wrong

design, and the true on was locked in my office. Miss Clara, I forgot my key, please go over and open

the door for me.”

“Where do you come from? How can you get the wrong drawings for such an important meeting?!”

The foxy woman, who was instantly reluctant, looked at the leader indignantly as she held up her low-

cut dress and said.

“Director Lau, if Miss Clara is so sloppy, she should be disqualified from bidding!”

I was sure that Director Lau would not disqualify us, because the purpose of his visit was to get a better

costume design, and the one given by JL Company was obviously still flawed and did not satisfy him.

Director Lau pinched his brows and gave Clara a nonchalant look and said.

“Go get it. If you can't get it in 10 minutes, close your factory yourself!”

Although the words were harsh, he clearly gave us a chance, but Clara was about to say something,

but in the end, she didn't speak, but got up and came towards me.

At that time, she was wearing high heels, light blue long shirt and a professional short skirt. Her two

straight long legs were delicate and fair.

After hurrying out of the conference room, I hurriedly said,

“Sis, it's urgent, we only have 10 minutes, so hurry up and get me pencils, paints and a palette, 7 base

colors, just the most common kind.”

“Who are you? Who's your sister?!”

She grabbed me and pinned me right up against the wall, asking in a particularly exasperated manner.

“Where the hell did you pop out of?!”

“I...”

At that moment she was particularly close to me, her whole body was close to me, and she had still

that familiar scent of magnolia flowers. Blushing, I said, trying my best to suppress my wildly beating

heart.

“I'm a new designer, a vice president of the company recruited me in.”

“Nonsense, why did he recruit staff now?”

Gritting her teeth, she looked at me with mixed emotions and tears in her eyes.

“And you! Do you know how demanding this design is? If I really can't get something out, I'll have

offended people all over and make me a fool!”

I pressed myself against the wall, trying not to look at her delicate cheeks, and taking a deep breath, I

said anxiously, “Miss Clara, we’ve 10 minutes. All hope was in those 10 minutes, so don't waste any

more time, okay?”

She froze for a moment, then hurriedly let go of me and began to walk.

“Right. There's still hope. I can't just give up! If we can’t have that project, the company is going to be

taken over by JL Company. It's my mother's property, I can't let it be ruined in my hands!”

She walked fast, and her heels were stomping on the ground.

I followed her and found her legs were so beautiful, fair and straight, and her heels were beautiful and

noble.

Then she went into the office. There was a girl inside. She panicked and paced in place.

“Nancy, hurry up and get my drawing tools ready, I'll use them right away!”

The girl was supposed to be her secretary, not very tall, but very competent. Within a minute all the

tools were laid out on the table. Clara grabbed a pencil and leaned her back against the desk, turning it

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“How should I design it? Carrie's design was so outstanding. The designer was Frence.”

I stifled laugh and quietly pulled the white paper out, then grabbed a pen and ruler and drew quickly.

My design concept was simple. It was based on the sample of the Zhongshan suit, but with a slight

change in appearance, neither as old and rigid as the Zhongshan suit, nor so out of tradition as to

appear too flamboyant.

Then I used gold threads as embellishments to outline the lines of mountains and rivers in the garment.

Our country was vast. There were foreign investors attending this meeting, so such a simple pattern

design not only show the momentum, but also reflected the calm image of the leader.

As for the female leader's costume, I used “peony”, with a gold thread outline at the back, and

“seawater cliff” at the cuffs.

It did not lose its beauty, but at the same time could also reflect with the men's clothing, highlighting the

momentum of the Country’s heritage.

Once the picture was done, I started mixing colors. The pretty girl remained leaning over and rambling

on.

“Where the hell did you come from? You've really gotten me framed. If I make a fool of myself this time,

I won't forgive you!”

I was mixing colors and wiping sweat, occasionally taking a break to look at her pretty back. Her hair

was quite long, dark and shiny, falling softly over her shoulders.

After mixing the colors, I dared not be distracted, because the next color I was to mix was called

‘General Grey’. This color was between dark gray and black, the threshold value was difficult to grasp.

It was my art teacher's unique formula passed down for a hundred years. It could not afford to have a

trace of negligence.

Three minutes later, after I had mixed in the last paint and diluted it with water, the color on the palette

instantly faded from black to a particularly restrained gray, the ‘General Grey’!

I grabbed the brush. Although I was anxious, I continued to color the design carefully, not daring to

deviate in the slightest.

“Okay, that's it! Something was better than nothing, so it had been designed!”

The pretty girl seemed to be determined, turned towards me and said.

“Give me the pen and ......”

Her words stuttered, but I ignored her. The brush meticulously dabbed with ruby blue as I began to

color the women's dress.

“This... this is what you designed?”

She was surprised, bringing her face up to mine, with a few strands of hair brushing against my ear,

which was tickling and accompanied by a feminine scent.

Between strokes, I finished the last piece of color, picked it up and blew gently on it and said.

“Miss Clara, I think this design will work. Let's hurry over. Ten minutes pass fast, don't let them wait.”

“No, you...”

She still looked at me in surprise.

“Let's talk about it later.”

I took the drawing and left. She hurriedly followed on her heels.

Through the glass of the corridor, I noticed that she kept staring at me. At that time, I could not help but

feel a little smug. Once in front of her, I was too inferior and shy to even raise my head, but now, I could

help her.

‘And you remain unchanged, still as beautiful as ever, even more beautiful and feminine now, and you

are still so kind that even when your company goes out of business, you still try to find a way to pay

your workers.’

‘Girl, you are special.’