Mo Yue returned to the office, settled Xu Bin and Liu Xue, and then returned to Bai Zhai.

Bai Yang was not surprised to see Mo Yue coming back in a hurry, and put down the teacup in his hand, "You're back? Come sit with me when you're back."

Mo Yue nodded and sat opposite Bai Yang with a heavy face, "Grandpa, did I disappoint you?"

Bai Yang shook his head, "No, you did a good job. Bai Qi's matter will be resolved sooner or later. Since he can't be honest anymore, it's better to kick him out." He said it very easily, just to not put pressure on Mo Yue.

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Hearing this, Mo Yue felt a little uncomfortable. Her hands on her legs tightened and she lowered her head, "Grandpa, will this make things worse?"

She was very uncertain. She thought a lot on the way. If Bai Qi jumped over the wall in a hurry, it would be the Bai family that would suffer. She shouldn't gamble like this.

Bai Yang sighed, picked up the teacup on the side, and looked at the tea leaves inside, "Zhi'er, this Bai family is just like these tea leaves. You always want to pick out the tea leaves that are not good, but you can't.

I couldn't get my hands on it, but I always felt it was annoying to look at it like this, so when the time came, I gritted my teeth and picked out this piece of tea. But Zhi'er, have you ever thought about it, even though you picked out the tea that is most annoying to you?

"It came out, but are all the tea leaves in this cup of tea perfect?" He shook his head, "There will be new bad tea leaves in this cup."

Mo Yue thought about Bai Yang's words carefully. Bai Yang was telling her that there are many people like Bai Qi, but they haven't appeared yet in comparison, so it is feasible or not feasible to kick Bai Qi out.

As she thought about it, she seemed to understand the reason why Bai Yang had not moved to Bai Qi for so long.

"Would it be bad if I did this?" she asked cautiously.

"No, what you are doing is good or bad. Relatively speaking, at least it is good now, Zhi'er. You can turn a blind eye to some things, but some cancers must be eliminated, such as Bai Qi

." Bai Yang said as he put down the tea cup.

Mo Yue looked up at Bai Yang, did he mean that what she did was right?

Thinking like this, Mo Yue felt a lot more comfortable, and she felt less self-blame in her heart. Suddenly, she thought of the chairman's matter, and looked at Bai Yang nervously, "Grandpa, this chairman, I, I still haven't done anything.

Be prepared."

"Zhi'er, this position is yours. It's better to get used to it earlier."

Although something unexpected happened today, he had prepared for the position of chairman early in the morning, but it was just a little earlier.

Mo Yue's hands were intertwined, and she remembered the embarrassment Bai Qi had given her at the board meeting today. She felt angry and knew that she still had a lot to learn, including ordinary human relations.

During yesterday's search, she saw some of Bai Qi's ideas. These methods were all good, but none of them were really successful. There were many reasons for this, but the method of handling them was the most critical.

Bai Yang looked at Mo Yue who was worried, and asked aloud, "How is your adoptive mother doing?"

Mo Yue took back her thoughts and felt sad when she thought of Xu Qin.

"Her condition is not very good. She has cervical cancer. The doctor said there is a 50% chance of recurrence after surgery."

Bai Yang was a little shocked, but soon calmed down. He stood up and turned his back to Mo Yue, "Don't be too pessimistic. Isn't there still half a chance of recovery?"

"I know, but I'm just afraid." Her voice was choked with sobs. Originally, she had decided to send Xu Qin abroad, but Xu Qin and Mo Wen refused to go, so they had no choice but to stay in a hospital in this city.

"Zhi'er, we are all mortal, please be more open-minded." After saying this, he turned around and headed upstairs.

Mo Yue looked at Bai Yang's vicissitudes of life, and her heart ached. How should she look away? How should she look away?

Ring ring ring

She took out her mobile phone, and it turned out to be Xu Chenfeng. She swiped the screen and put it to her ear.

"Miss Bai, do you have time? The manuscript here has been released. Please take a look."

She stood up from the sofa and actually forgot about it.

"Okay, I'll be right over." Before he could finish his words, he had already walked out.

Lao Bai walked in with fruits, looked at Mo Yue's figure leaving in a hurry, and called, "Miss Sun, your favorite fruit."

"Thank you, I have something to do and I'm leaving first." She sat sideways in the car and headed to the clothing company.

Counting the days, it was almost the day when the clothing company would open for business, but now she was getting busier and busier. Not only did she have to be busy with Bai's affairs, but she also had to worry about Xu Qin. She wished she had three heads and six arms so that she could take care of both.

She increased the speed of the car and arrived at the clothing company after a while. She went directly to the lobby on the second floor. Seeing Xu Chenfeng looking down at the design drawings, she walked over quickly and picked up a design drawing at random and started reading it.

This is a simple cheongsam. The lines are not very smooth, and the details are not well processed. The finished product is nothing more than ordinary, just like those sold on street stalls.

Xu Chenfeng looked up and saw Mo Yue. He quickly put down the design drawing in his hand and asked, "Why didn't you say hello when you came?"

Mo Yue looked away, picked up the pen on the table, sketched lines at random, and responded casually, "Seeing that you are more serious, I can't bear to disturb you."

Xu Chenfeng touched his nose, seriously?

At a casual glance, I saw that the originally ordinary design had a bright spot. Although the overall design did not change at all, the details were highlighted. This is the difference between quality and street stalls.

Xu Chenfeng looked very fascinated, with a bit of admiration in his eyes.

Mo Yue stopped writing, looked around, then put down the manuscript paper and turned to look at Xu Chenfeng, "Can I hold a meeting for them?"

"It's not what you asked for!" After saying this, the person had already walked out.

After a while, all the designers gathered together, and Xu Chenfeng thoughtfully brought a whiteboard.

Mo Yue nodded gratefully to Xu Chenfeng, randomly picked out a piece of paper from the design drafts, pasted it on the whiteboard, turned to look at them and asked, "How do you feel about this design?"

They were all looking at each other, not knowing how to answer Mo Yue's question.

"You don't think so, right? Well, for me, as a designer, the first and most basic thing is to love your own work. You don't design to complete a task, but to complete it into a work of art. Ask yourself,

Have you done it?" Mo Yue's words were concise and sharp, and every word hit the point.

Many people lowered their heads. Only one arrogant girl looked directly at Mo Yue and said stubbornly, "How do you know that we don't treat our works with care?"

Mo Yue looked at the girl and waved to her.

The girl hesitated a little, but still walked out and came to Mo Yue's side, biting her lower lip lightly, showing grievance.

"Take a closer look. What do you see in this design draft?" Mo Yue made a gesture of invitation, indicating that the girl should take a closer look.

The girl was a little unsure of Mo Yue's meaning, but she still looked at it carefully. After a while, she shook her head and said, "Except for the ordinary design, I didn't see anything." Her face was already red, because of this.

Being strong gives birth to regret.

Mo Yue was a little disappointed. She took two steps to the upper left, picked up the drawing pen, and added and modified the lines on the manuscript paper. However, she stopped writing in two minutes and returned to the previous position.

The girl came forward and looked at it carefully, pointed at the design draft, and opened her mouth, "Changes in detail processing will give the whole a different feeling. Although this is a relatively ordinary design, it can also have its own highlights.

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Mo Yue nodded and snapped her fingers, "Yes, congratulations, you have figured it out. Maybe you will think that this is mass clothing, so there is not so much to pay attention to, but don't forget your profession, you are designers,

You also want someone to praise your work, right? But what are you doing now? Are you worthy of the pen in your hands?" She picked up the pen. In the eyes of ordinary people, this pen may just be a pen.

, but for ambitious designers, it carries the designer’s dream.

The girl lowered her head and clasped the hand on her side, "I'm sorry, please give us another chance."

"You don't have to tell me you're sorry. The one you're really sorry for is yourselves. When writing, please ask yourself whether it's worthy of the pen in your hand." After saying this, she walked aside.

She lay on the railing and looked at everything downstairs with a touch of sadness. She still remembered her days in Italy, where she would be scolded every day, and she even wondered if she had insulted the title of designer.

But every time she thinks of her dream and her deceased child, she has a goal and motivation. She must avenge her child and impress those who look down on her.
Chapter completed!