Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly ran across the street and jumped up and down to hail a car, saying, "Master, go to 'Count', hurry up, I have an urgent matter
The driver stepped on the gas pedal and the car buzzed out. Jiang Xiaoyuan was almost overwhelmed by her restless brain and couldn't even wait for this little road. She flipped through her whole body, took out half a pack of napkins from her pocket, borrowed a pen from the driver, and focused on writing and drawing on it without any distractions.
To be warm and radiant, without any subtle brilliance, to be without any gloom and eager to try.
But brilliance and heat are different. Brilliance must be accompanied by a bit of innocence, not complicated, but concise and cold.
Jiang Xiaoyuan quickly left the words "cold" on the crumpled napkin, and the ink of medium-sized water quickly spread on the white paper. She casually added two strokes to the blurred area, outlining a flower.
By the way, how could 'Spring Day' only be sweet?
To awaken from the long winter, one must have the power to ignite the world, fearlessly and recklessly, but not without reservation - because the peak will inevitably decline, and at the end of the blooming season, spring will turn into summer.
The so-called 'inspiration' is actually a bubble in the water.
When a person floats on the water surface, they must wait for the wind and waves to come before they can see the white bubbles floating on the waves, which are fleeting and may shatter before they can be caught.
Only by plunging one end into the water can one touch the large and small bubbles in the stirred liquid.
At times like this, those who are immersed in it seem like they can easily grab a piece and create a dazzling work. However, whether to stop here or ignore these explosive inspirations and continue to dive deeper becomes an even more difficult choice.
Sometimes it's not that people don't want to make an effort, but they have to give up the countless thoughts that fill their minds, which is very harsh and cruel.
Without hesitation, Jiang Xiaoyuan chose the latter. Anyway, Teacher Jiang had already executed countless versions of her plan, and she was numb to the pain.
From floating to delving deeper, abandon the first inspiration you captured and continue to delve deeper, weaving your life's experiences into a thread——
Every time I dive down from a topic to the point where I can't delve deeper, the deepest thing I grasp is the final answer.
When she exhausted the last breath of air from her lungs, it was like conquering herself once again.
As for whether conquering her own things can conquer others, that is no longer something she needs to consider.
Because even if she squeezes out her flesh and blood, she can't make anything better.
Jiang Xiaoyuan made countless plans throughout the night. After finishing, she went out and poured a cup of coffee. After drinking it, she started editing and revising it. After two rounds of editing, the initial draft she made in the taxi seemed completely unrecognizable, and she was starting over from scratch.
When she felt that there was something wrong with the lighting, she realized in the extreme excitement and lack of oxygen that the sky seemed to have already lit up.
One night has passed.
After finalizing her plan, Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly felt as if she had been hollowed out. She sat there for a few seconds, wandering up the stairs like a wandering soul.
When Jiang Bo arrived at the studio after a slow breakfast in the morning, it was almost ten o'clock. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a strong coffee smell, as if the coffee pot in the office had been emptied and no one was helping it.
Jiang Xiaoyuan is not here, and the studio is so quiet that there is not a single person. There is only a pile of messy papers on the table, and the computer is not turned off, still flickering there.
Jiang Bo was taken aback and thought to himself, "Didn't she really stay overnight
He walked over and gathered the papers on the table and floor into a ball, silently flipping through them.
In terms of professionalism, Jiang Xiaoyuan always feels that "the Empress Dowager's heart is like an underwater needle". She never knows how to meet Jiang Bo's requirements and is always trembling. Every time she receives training, she doesn't know where she falls short.
Fortunately, she managed to overcome all the mold that could have been brought down, and her determination was quite firm. Otherwise, if she had been so anxious every day, she would have had psychological barriers towards Empress Dowager Chiang.
In fact, she didn't know that in Jiang Bo's opinion, Jiang Xiaoyuan never disappoints people, which is somewhat unbelievable.
He just didn't want her to be too proud, so he never showed it.
At this moment, Jiang Bo's phone rang. He glanced upstairs, turned around and walked into the lounge on the first floor. He closed the door first and then answered, "Hello
The friend on the other side of the phone said quickly, "Mr. Jiang, I may really have no choice this time. The qualifiers... you know, the organizing committee the final say. Someone said in advance that as long as you sign up to participate, your name will definitely not appear on the check list. They are also very embarrassed. Do you see if there is any other way? For example, can you use a stage name or a pseudonym?"
Jiang Bo didn't seem too surprised when he heard these words, he just sighed and said, "Do you know what 'real name registration' means
Both ends of the phone fell silent.
After a while, Jiang Bo said, "If there's really nothing I can do, you don't have to worry about me. There's someone named 'Jiang Xiaoyuan' from our studio. Just keep an eye on her work and make sure to submit it, it's all the same
The other party asked, "Who? Your disciple
Jiang Bo hesitated for a moment and replied, "About it
My friend said, "I can give this a try, but does your mom know that there is such a person in your studio? Let me tell you, if you don't manage, your studio may be blacklisted... You think you are too. You're a decent person, why are you going against your family? You insist on opening a rundown workspace, and now it's like this. You should be full of food
Jiang Bo said firmly, "That's not my home, and she's not my mother either
The friend who didn't know the situation sighed and said, "I don't know what kind of conflict your family has, but you were raised by her anyway. If this matter gets out, you won't make sense
Jiang Bo remained silent.
My friend said again, "If it really doesn't work out, I advise you to try in another competition area. After all, the grassroots preliminary selection is the same, so you don't have to be here - have you seen the guest list for the national finals of this competition? There hasn't been such a lineup in the past ten years. If you can really show your face in the finals, you don't even need to win awards, and you will have unlimited glory in the future. Conflicts are conflicts, and you can't delay your future because of family matters
How could people know about his difficulties and only persuade him to take care of his' household affairs' with earnest words.
Jiang Bo was at a loss for explanation and had to respond perfunctorily, "Okay, thank you
Just as he was about to hang up the phone, the other person suddenly said, "I know your talent, it's a pity to waste it
With just one sentence, Jiang Bo's throat seemed to choke up as he struggled to say goodbye to his friend and hung up the phone.
When the wind and rain are raging around, someone suddenly says, 'I know your talent,' even though they may be polite with a hint of flattery, it doesn't sound comforting.
It seems that with just one sentence, all kinds of loneliness are easily resolved.
Jiang Bo walked alone to the large french window in the lounge. On the beautiful late autumn morning, there were a lot of cars downstairs, and the sun was shining brightly. He entered the room through clean glass and thin white curtains.
His initial condition for choosing a studio was' high-level ', because when standing at a high place, he had the illusion of climbing high and looking at the world from afar, which many successful people have this preference for.
But now, the height of the 21st floor can no longer provide him with any stimulation.
Teacher Jiang doesn't come to the studio until after 9 o'clock every morning. Sometimes he just shakes around and leaves before noon, or he simply disappears all day. It seems that he only orders others to work, but also nitpicks what others do. This boss does nothing all year round, which is in stark contrast to Jiang Xiaoyuan's busy schedule of wanting to be divided into eight parts.
In fact, Jiang Bo was under much greater pressure than he seemed.
He had a calm expression, with a belly full of anxiety - Fan Xiaoxiao kept her promise and was determined to make him regret it, almost blocking all his escape routes. Several major clients had cut off contact with him, and even some small art groups and film and television companies that had long cooperated with him did not renew their contracts.
A while ago, he learned from a client who had a good personal relationship that someone spread rumors that he had hepatitis B, and that he had gray nails - Mr. Jiang occasionally tried nail polish on his own hands, and sometimes there were several nails painted on his hands - rumors that he painted nail polish to cover broken nails.
Jiang Bo heard that he washed his nails clean as soon as he heard about it, but he could only show off his hands, so it was impossible for him to dissect his liver for identification.
Stylists who take care of their makeup and hairstyles require skin to skin contact, and many makeup artists bring their own makeup products. If they are really sick, even if they will not be transmitted through contact, customers will still avoid them - Jiang Bo is well-known in the industry, but he mainly relies on long-term cooperation with major clients, and his wings are not so hard.
Fan Xiaoxiao is going to destroy him.
What can Jiang Bo do? Are you suing someone for defamation? The rumor has no source, and he doesn't have the financial or energy to investigate.
So, holding the physical examination report to prove to others that he is not sick?
Nowadays, the Chinese yuan can be easily counterfeited. What can a medical examination report say? The hospital's seal can be carved from any carrot, and no one will believe it when it is taken out. On the contrary, it is said that he is guilty of being a thief and his desire to cover up is even more obvious.
In this situation, perhaps the only rational choice is to start over in a different place.
But 'changing places' is like' divorce ', both involve touching one's lips when speaking, and when actually done, various obstacles and troubles arise.
Firstly, after such a long period of struggling business, in order to maintain customers, Jiang Bo has repeatedly lowered prices, and the studio's profits are already very meager. He is really struggling to make ends meet.
Secondly, Jiang Bo's previous resources in other places mainly came from his large clients, and the resources of small clients could not support the operation of a studio. He still had some connections locally, and when he arrived in other places, his eyes would inevitably be darkened. He was afraid that no one would interfere, and he did not have the ability to pass the pre selection competition's human relations barrier for Nirvana Studio's registration form.
Besides... the budget competition is imminent, and it's too late to consider changing places at this time.
Jiang Bo took out a cigarette and placed it between his fingers, as if holding a taut string. With a slight release, he could slip into a drunken dream. But he stared at his pale hand with a furrowed brow for a moment, and finally quietly put the cigarette back. Jiang Bo thought to himself, he didn't care about anything, but since he had already pulled Jiang Xiaoyuan onto the thief's boat, how could he trap her here?
We still need to find a way.
Jiang Xiaoyuan, who slept soundly on the second floor, probably didn't know that she had become a backbone of Teacher Jiang.
Jiang Bo actually had no intention of participating in this stylist competition and didn't even register. He knew that Fan Xiaoxiao was watching him with good eyes, waiting to kill him completely, so he had to temporarily avoid the spotlight. However, he couldn't let Jiang Xiaoyuan and Nirvana Studio miss this opportunity.
These days, Jiang Bo has gone through all the avenues he could think of, and now it seems that none of them are safe.
He picked up the phone and put it down, flipping it around in his palm a few times before finally opening his contacts and finding a number that had never been played before.
Qilian.
Jiang Xiaoyuan was joking about bringing investors to the studio, but Qilian, a prospective investor, was not joking. Later on, he really avoided Jiang Xiaoyuan and privately contacted Jiang Bo, leaving him a number for further contact.
Jiang Bo inquired about the origin of Qilian, only knowing that the Qi family had made a fortune locally in the early years, but now their business has mostly moved to other places, and their parents have not lived with them. They have been abroad all year round, and they do not know why Qilian stayed here or how Jiang Xiaoyuan met him.
Jiang Bo couldn't figure out the depth and hadn't been in touch, but now he was at the end of his rope and had no choice.
He dialed Qilian's phone number, and ten minutes later, Jiang Bo hung up the phone, put on his coat, and hurriedly left. Before leaving, he turned back and made a few simple modifications to Jiang Xiaoyuan's final plan, leaving a lively note next to him: "I have read it, it's not satisfactory, I can make do with it
Jiang Xiaoyuan slept until the afternoon, her mind still covered in large blocks of color blocks, and she crawled down the stairs in a row. Facing her, she was devastated by Teacher Jiang's message.
I didn't sleep all night and got a 'mediocre' rating, so I must have barely passed by the passing line.
However, she quickly calmed down - it's better to pass than to be beaten back again. It's not easy for her mother to pass this matter with Teacher Jiang.
Jiang Xiaoyuan knew nothing about the difficulties of the studio and the various hidden rules of the competition. She devoted herself wholeheartedly to her small studio, tirelessly contacting clients and striving for excellence while preparing her works.
The preliminary round started soon, and each applicant was required to attend a few minute interview on site. Teacher Jiang, who had been lost in thought for several days, seemed to have finally remembered this and came back specifically to comment on Jiang Xiaoyuan's dressing style, picking out a bunch of her flaws.
Jiang Xiaoyuan was so annoyed that she said, "Are you finished or not? A beautiful girl like me with a figure and face, wearing a burlap can lead the new trend in the world. Do you understand
Jiang Bo: "..."
He once again realized the true meaning of having a big face and opened his eyes properly.
Jiang Bo: "Get out of here, please
Jiang Xiaoyuan asked in surprise, "Aren't you going
She didn't want to take the bus nor did she want to take a taxi. She had planned to follow Teacher Jiang to ride the bus, but unexpectedly he had no intention of accompanying her.
Jiang Bo retorted, "Where am I going
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Wait... won't you tell me that you haven't even registered, have you
Of course I didn't sign up, "Jiang Bo turned around and drew a graceful curve in the air under his clothes. He sat back on the swivel chair in the studio, comfortably crossing his legs and throwing it to Jiang Xiaoyuan with an expression that seemed to drag him away." The so-called 'stylist competition' is specifically for training you stylists - not stylist bosses, understand? Don't ask such stupid questions next time. Be good, baby. If you dare to be brushed off, you'll hang yourself with a rubber band downstairs and don't have to come back
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."
By the way, "Jiang Bo turned the pen tip in his hand," when you come back, I have some big news to tell you. You have to sit still and don't be scared