Gao Ling stood in the room and looked left and right, looking at the novel furnishings in the room with curiosity. To be honest, he really liked this layout from the bottom of his heart, but he liked it. It didn't look like a shop.
She searched hard, trying to find some shadow of a tailor shop, but found that it was in vain. The more she looked, the more she felt that this was a capitalist's living room.
The little girl blinked blankly and wanted to ask Chu Heng what was going on, but she couldn't muster the courage for fear that she would say the wrong thing and make the leader unhappy.
Her father said last night that when doing work, you should talk less and do more, so that the leader will like it.
"Are you confused?" Fortunately, Chu Heng is a considerate person. He had already thought that Gao Ling would have doubts. After entering the room, he gave the little girl some time and let her observe for a while, then turned to face her. He smiled and explained: "I remember I should have told you that your future work will be different from that of an ordinary tailor shop. What you will do is private customization. It is not for the general public, but one-on-one." Facing those foreign devils...well, it's just like your dad used to tailor clothes for people from wealthy families in the early years, so there's no need to fill the shop with fabrics and shelves like your dad did."
As he spoke, he walked to the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, pointed at the things in the room and continued: "This is the place where you receive those guests in the front room. The layout is like this, and the intention is very simple, which is to show your difference and enhance your style so that the guests can be more convinced."
"Oh." Gao Ling nodded confusedly. In fact, she understood the general idea, but it didn't affect anything. Anyway, she knew that this place was used to entertain guests.
Chu Heng pulled the silver ashtray on the coffee table, flicked the cigarette in his hand, and a white ash fell off instantly, and continued: "In addition to the reception room, this shop also has a warehouse and a studio. The locker rooms are all at the back, you can go and take a look now, and if you think there is anything that needs to be changed, tell me in time."
"Okay, let me take a look first." Gao Ling eagerly walked into the small mahogany door leading to the back of the house, which was carved with green bamboo patterns.
As soon as she entered, she saw a corridor. Because the light was a little dark, she couldn't see it clearly, and she could only vaguely see a few doors.
The little girl quickly looked around, and soon found a light rope on the left side. She stretched out her hand and gently pulled it.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, a lightbulb above her head turned on, and under the pale yellow light, she could see clearly what was in the corridor.
There are three doors in total, one on the left and two on the right.
Behind the door on the left is a warehouse, with several shelves and hangers inside, but they are all empty. The first room on the right is a workshop, which is very large and has a workbench, lockers, a sewing machine, and a A small bed for temporary rest.
Gao Ling now walked to the brand new sewing machine and fiddled with it. Seeing that all the accessories were available, he nodded with satisfaction and walked to the workbench. He picked up the various measuring tools and cutting tools neatly placed on it and took a look. Finally, I came to the locker and opened all the drawers to take a look.
This time she was even more surprised. There were not only drawing books, brushes, and drawing papers in the locker, but also needles, threads, and all kinds of tailoring gadgets. They were even more complete than what her father had.
"Whenever I have the chance, I will definitely bring my dad over and let him see it. I will definitely envy him to death!" The little girl put back a brand new tracing wheel with a wicked smile on her lips, and quickly closed the drawer. Go up, turn around and go to the last room.
This last room is naturally the dressing room.
This place was also designed by Chu Heng himself. It is also humane and reasonable. It is a room of two square meters. On one wall is a huge fitting mirror. In addition, there is a large chaise longue, clothes racks, slippers and other items. .
Gao Ling stood in front of the mirror and took a look at himself, and then looked at the big chair where both of them were rich with puzzlement. He couldn't figure out why a chair for sitting and changing clothes should be made so big. .
Can two people sit together?
But the innocent little girl didn't think much about it. After sitting on the chair, she happily returned to the front room.
At this time, Chu Heng was leaning on the sofa and taking a nap, and the gramophone player in the corner played a soft piano music.
Gao Ling stood at the door, secretly looking at the quiet handsome man on the sofa who could satisfy all the fantasies a woman had about a man, and felt something was jolting in her heart.
He is so handsome!
The little girl sighed truthfully while covering her non-existent breast.
Chu Heng also heard the sound of her opening the door at this time. He opened his eyes instantly and met Gao Ling's eyes that were about to go crazy.
She turned her head in panic and pinched the corners of her clothes nervously.
"Have you finished reading?" Chu Heng didn't take this shy little girl seriously. She wasn't his cup of tea anyway.
"Yeah, it's over." Gao Ling said quickly.
"Are you dissatisfied?" Chu Heng asked.
"No, no, this place has greatly exceeded my expectations." Gao Ling shook his head.
"That's good." Chu Heng nodded with satisfaction, stood up immediately, threw a bunch of keys to her, and after some more instructions, handed the shop to Gao Ling and left here alone.
After respectfully watching Chu Heng go away at the door, Gao Ling jumped back into the house, looking at the shop that belonged to her alone, and she was so happy.
But after being happy for a while, the little girl remembered Chu Heng’s instructions when he left, asking her to study more, create more, and repay the country for cultivating her.
So, Gao Ling hurried back to the studio. After taking out the brush and drawing book, she pondered for a while and drew out the inspirations that appeared in her mind from time to time during this period.
In less than an hour, three first drafts came out of her hands. If Gao Wenlong saw this scene and saw it, designing a set of clothes is more laborious than giving birth to a child, I don't know what he would think.
And on the second day after Gao Lingzheng joined the company, under the operation of Chu Heng, a piece of gossip began to spread quietly among the foreigners.
The general meaning is that the descendant of the royal tailor family is about to finish the work at hand and will soon be able to design clothes for other people. However, because of her busy work, she can only design ten sets of clothes for people a month.
As a result, those foreign women who were watching Evema's success in front of their eyes approached the Ministry of Foreign Affairs again and submitted their requests, hoping to see the long-famous royal tailor as soon as possible.
The guys who were in charge of this matter were almost annoyed to death.
At the same time, Gao Ling also entered a hellish life. Within a few days of taking over the shop, Chu Heng sent her dozens of relevant study materials and five or six senior tailors, making her schedule full.
Not only did she have to practice basic skills with several masters, but she also had to find time to read and create. Especially when that bitch discovered that Gao Ling was very productive, he gave her a fatal order to design three sets of clothes every day, so that she often had to I was so busy that I didn't rest until late at night, and I didn't even know how much hair fell out.
She even had hallucinations sometimes. She often felt like Leader Chu when she looked at the shadow of the street lamp reflected on the wall in the middle of the night.
(End of chapter)
