The person in charge invited Bai Lu out of the interview room. He was standing outside the door just now. Although he did not participate in Bai Lu's interview, he heard clearly what Bai Lu said in the room.
He smiled awkwardly, "This interview will definitely be no problem for Miss Bai."
After all, he was introduced by the chairman, Wei Zhe thought, so he would not be turned away by Zhao Chengjing.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Yuan called Wei Zhe in. There was no discussion inside. Among the nine votes, two abstained, one passed, and six voted against.
Obviously, Bai Lu was rejected.
Zhao Chengjing abstained from voting. To be precise, he did not vote within the time limit.
Wei Zhe couldn't get a job with Director Zhao, so he interceded in a vague way in front of Zhao Chengjing, "Miss Bai, she is a master architect from abroad..."
Mr. Yuan stood in front of Bai Lu and took a closer look, surprised by Bai Lu's beauty.
"Those of us who work in the art industry have a natural yearning for beautiful things. Does Miss Bai intend to be my assistant in the gallery?"
"As long as you are an employee of the gallery, you can participate in the design. However, whether you can get the general design depends on your ability, Miss Bai."
This gallery would definitely keep her, but Mr. Yuan spoke before Zhao Chengjing could.
What seemed like something to do was not good, but it turned out to be the darkness in Zhao Chengjing's heart that was difficult to see the light of.
Bai Lu's resonance with Zhao Chengjing comes from the resonance between the painter and the collector.
Bai Lu knew clearly that Zhao Chengjing and she were in the same boat.
As one of the partners, Mr. Yuan opened his mouth, and naturally the matter of Bai Lu being left behind also came to an end.
Relieved, Wei Zhe took Bai Lu to apply for the job, "Miss Bai, please come with me."
The designers who had just interviewed did not have a good impression of Bai Lu. A small design department with a team of twenty people was destined to be shunned by them the moment Bai Lu set foot in the department.
The empty seats in the design room were filled with documents. When Bai Lu sat down, not only were the documents not cleared away, but there was an extra pile.
Wendy, wearing full make-up and the latest high-heeled shoes, stood in front of Bai Lu and looked down at her.
She is a well-known emerging designer in recent years, and the pile of documents just now was thrown over by her.
"I've seen too many women who only want to be beautiful and artistic, and rely on men to get in positions of power. I would like to advise you, if you think you're trying to impress people, you won't be favored by those in power."
In the interview just now, what Bai Lu said was true, but it sounded like she was seducing Zhao Chengjing.
"Mr. Zhao doesn't like this one of yours."
"Didn't you come to our gallery just for Mr. Zhao?"
Wendy thought that she had exposed Bai Lu's disguise, which would only make Bai Lu ashamed and make it difficult for her to gain a foothold in the gallery in the future.
But after the words were spoken, Bai Lu raised her lips, leaned back on the chair with a faint smile, and the golden sunlight fell on Bai Lu's snow-white skin.
With crystal clear skin and exquisite facial features that could not be faulted, Wendy discovered that Bai Lu was still the focus of the crowd despite having no makeup and wearing the most ordinary clothes.
She is not the clean little white flower who just graduated as they thought on the surface.
"That's it! What kind of woman does Mr. Zhao like?"
"Maybe other men like little white flowers, but not Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao likes roses with thorns." Wendy's tone became weaker and weaker after realizing it.
White dew has thorns, and it is a thorn that will charm you as soon as you get close to it, and you will be willing to take the bait.
Bai Lu: "Unfortunately, I am not Mr. Zhao's favorite style."
Zhao Chengjing was standing at the door. When Bai Lu said this, he was already here.
Bai Lu saw it.
Bai Lu's words penetrated Zhao Chengjing's ears word by word, and then she stood up and said hello, "Mr. Zhao, hello."
