"So the general situation is this. 'Su Ji' is the name and general trademark of the store, and the outer packaging of each series has to be designed separately." Su Qingluan jumped off Xie's carriage and trotted all the way to Mu The traveler told him the general situation.
Mu Xingzhi was "bedridden" to the outside world today, so Songbo told her that when she went out, she should say that she "only had tea in the front hall and did not see Mu Xingzhi."
Hearing this, Su Qingluan carefully looked at Mu Xingzhi's clothes today: not only had he returned to his pale and sickly appearance wearing a middle coat and outer robe, but even his hair was a bit messy.
"I can't tell, but you are quite dedicated to acting." Su Qingluan teased.
Mu Xingzhi's pale lips curved a little, noncommittal.
"In short, this is the situation," Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, "Before you said that you wanted me to give you the right to design the outer packaging, then naturally the font design including the trademark is also included - you have to think about it carefully You know, I am a very picky Party A."
Mu Xingzhi was already accustomed to Su Qingluan's frequent use of difficult-to-understand words. He just had an idea of some things and didn't need to delve too deeply into them.
However, when it came to the content he wanted to take over, he still asked a lot: "What is 'Party A'?"
Su Qingluan realized that there was no such thing in this era, and quickly explained: "If I pay you to do things, then I am Party A, and you are the one who receives money to do things, and you are Party B. I have many demands, and I may Let you revise it again and again."
So tremble, mortal! Let’s go bald together! Who makes her the poor Party B of Party A's father in the Xie Mansion?
In line with the idea of "it's better to be bald alone than to be bald together", Su Qingluan made a decisive decision. Within the limited time, she must try to squeeze out Mu Xingzhi's artistic germs as much as possible!
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan with a smile but not a smile. After a while, he gently emphasized: "You... pay me to do things?"
"...You said you didn't want the money in advance, okay?" Su Qingluan decided to argue, "How can a dignified man keep his word?"
However, she was thinking quickly in her mind: Why did Mu Xingzhi suddenly want money? ! Doesn’t he have a great background? Although I don’t know who he is, it stands to reason that a big boss with a mysterious identity would still ask for money from a little girl from the countryside? !
What a price!
But if the other party insists on charging back, I won't be justified. I don't know how much the design fee in this era is, ahhhh... Now I'm going to bleed again!
Su Qingluan had no time to hide the painful expression on his face - mainly because for a money fanatic, the pain of such a temporary increase in expenses was too sharp - it happened to fall in the eyes of Mu Xingzhi opposite him, and he couldn't help but feel... A smile that feels funny.
Of course, being so close, Su Qingluan realized that Mu Xingzhi was probably laughing at her, but she didn't dare to find fault, otherwise she might be forced to pay!
However, Su Qingluan was very pleased that Mu Xingzhi did not mention the issue of payment of wages in the end. Su Qingluan was happy to save money, so naturally he would not say anything more.
Mu Xingzhi, on the other hand, asked Su Qingluan carefully about his thoughts on packaging.
Su Qingluan has no idea about the upcoming new series, so she is not in a hurry about the design of the outer packaging. On the other hand, the word "Su Ji" and the corresponding trademark are what need to be designed as quickly as possible.
After Mu Xingzhi wrote down the requirements one by one, he only made one request: Don't miss out on the sketching class.
Su Qingluan thought about it carefully. Although the sketching class would take up some time, it was held every five days and lasted two hours each time, which could be used as a way to change his mood.
What's more, the most basic theoretical knowledge has been covered in the first one or two classes, and most of the rest is based on practice and correction. Most of the time, Su Qingluan just watched a few students draw. , does not affect other things in my mind.
So she nodded: "This is natural."
Because they spent a long time arguing in Xie's Mansion today and talking to Mu Xingzhi for a long time, Su Qingluan came home later than Su Guangfu and Yang who came back from the stall.
"What are you doing today?" Su Qingluan opened the curtain and entered the kitchen, only to see Mrs. Yang rolling out dough.
"Auntie, do you want to eat wontons today? Do you have any meat fillings at home?" Su Qingluan glanced back and forth at the kitchen.
Yang smiled and said, "I'm not making wontons today, I'm going to eat pasta."
Comforting face? Su Qingluan's heart moved: Could it be...?
As expected, Mrs. Yang then said: "Today is your father's birthday. I am anxious to get out of the stall in the morning. At least I want him to eat a bowl of pasta and boil an egg in the evening."
As she said this, Su Qingluan heard a splash of water next to her, and the two of them were startled.
Looking over, Su Qingluan found that it was a mandarin fish that was half a meter long and was flopping happily in the water basin!
Su Qingluan made a rough visual inspection and found that this fish weighed at least three or four kilograms, so it might not be cheap!
Seeing her eldest daughter's eyes shining brightly as she saw a large amount of mandarin fish, Ms. Yang smiled and said, "Your father also likes to eat this mandarin fish, but he is always reluctant to part with it, saying it will cost more. It's his birthday today, so I have to buy it for him no matter what. Take one to eat.”
Su Qingluan smiled and asked: "How do you plan to cook this mandarin fish?"
Yang used a rolling pin to roll out the dough bigger and bigger, and responded without raising his head: "Steamed... or stewed in fish soup, either way."
Su Qingluan blinked: "Mom, please give me this mandarin fish. I guarantee that the whole family will be satisfied!"
Yang naturally trusted her eldest daughter's cooking skills and nodded: "In that case, I'll leave the mandarin fish to you."
Su Qingluan saw that Mr. Yang was busy and couldn't take off his hands, so he turned around and asked, "Where is Dad? I'll go find him to light up the other stove."
The last time she lit the stove and smoked herself into black charcoal, she didn't dare to do it this time - after all, it would not be fun to smoke noodles into "soba noodles".
However, he didn't expect Yang to wave his hands quickly: "Your father is the birthday boy today, so you don't have to do any work. I'll let the two younger ones look after him." Then he smiled at Su Qingluan and said, "Your stove is sitting there. Come on, I'll light up the furnace over there for you later."
Su Qingluan nodded when he heard the words, and listened carefully to the yard. It was quite quiet.
She was a little curious about how the two little guys "caught" Su Guangfu, so she sneaked into the main room like a thief.
Walking outside the main room, Su Qingluan saw a figure moving inside and knew that the three men were probably here.
She carefully hid by the door, stretched her neck and looked inside the door. It didn't matter what she saw, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
