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"Zhang Zhiqing didn't come home last night. Could it be that he spent the night at the branch secretary's house?" The male educated youth in the educated youth center joked.

Zhang Ziyan passed by without even looking at Zhang Xinnan.

"Zi Yan, you're still angry with me. I'm only here to go back to the city. Why don't you understand at all." Zhang Xinnan began to pretend again.

Zhang Ziyan sneered: "In order to return to the city, you are really unscrupulous.

Hurry up and pay me back these few days, I'm going back. "

"Go back, what do you mean?" Zhang Xinnan was shocked.

Zhang Ziyan tilted her head and said with a smile: "That's what you think. It's useless for me to return to the city for you. Now that I can see your true face clearly, why don't I go back and stay here?"

Zhang Xinnan raised his head angrily, why can she go back to the city without doing anything.

But here he is pitifully relying on other people and women to get the quota to return to the city.

"Zhang Ziyan, so you have been teasing me these days. You can go back, but you are here to watch my excitement." Zhang Xinnan's face was flushed with anger.

Zhang Ziyan's eyes were full of anger and sadness: "Zhang Xinnan, have you ever liked me?"

Zhang Xinan's expression moved slightly, most of the original anger was gone, seeing the pitiful appearance of the girl in front of him, he was a little moved: "Zi Yan, I liked you, but I have to go back to the city.

It doesn't matter what you think of me now. "

"Well, return the money to me within three days." After Zhang Ziyan finished speaking, she went back to the house and continued to pack her things.

When Zhang Xinnan thought of taking those hundreds of dollars, his expression was worse than eating shit.

600 yuan, plus the gift money, it is almost 1000 yuan.

Where did he get so much money?

Zhang Xinnan was so worried that the other side was at home.

Yu Qingbao made a big decision: "Mom and Dad, the garment factory recently posted recruitment information, and I want to go to the garment factory to apply for a designer."

"Designer? What is this? Our family makes a lot of money making hair clips. Why do you go to work in a garment factory?

How tiring it must be to suffer from the sewing machine every day. "Sun Dacao somewhat disapproved.

Father Yu didn't know what the daughter was thinking: "Daughter, we can just stay at home, how tiring it is to go to work.

If you don't want to make hairpins, we won't do it, and let your mother and your sister-in-law do it. "

"Mom and Dad, the hairpin business is very profitable, but I and she are not in compliance with the regulations. Now that the policy inspection has become tighter, it is more suitable for me to find a job." Yu Qingbao looked serious.

Sun Dacao didn't understand this very well, but what the girl said was right, and she thought it made sense: "Okay, what our girl said is right.

But the garment factory will be too tired to make clothes. "

Yu Laoer smiled and said, "Mom, the designer is not the same as the staff inside.

Designers don't sit there making clothes, they sit in their offices and draw. "

"Little sister, can you draw? Making clothes is different from making hairpins." Yu Laoer frowned.

A hair clip is just a small accessory. Clothes are not the same. They have to be worn on the body. Not only are there many processes, but the most important thing is to look good and make people comfortable to wear.

Yu Qingbao was full of confidence, and patted her chest: "Second brother, I will definitely be able to draw, you go out to work every day.

I spent a lot of painting at home, don't believe me. "

She took out the drawings she had drawn these days and placed them on the table.

Although Yu Laoer doesn't understand design, he still knows whether the painting looks good or not.

Looking at the lifelike clothes on the drawings, they are almost exactly the same as the real ones.

And the style and color matching of the clothes are refreshing.

He looked at Yu Qingbao with bright eyes: "Here, did you draw this?"

"Yes." Yu Qingbao said.

Yu Sansao looked at the drawings on the table, her eyes flashed with surprise, and she quickly said, "Second brother, I think it's okay for my younger sister to be a designer.

If this is a finished product, it will definitely be popular with everyone. "

Rural people like some dark clothes, but urban people are different.

People in the city are not short of money, especially women, it is their nature to like beautiful clothes.

"Third daughter-in-law, do you think these clothes are easy to sell?" Sun Dacao was a little suspicious.

"Mom, how beautiful is this dress, anyway, I like it."

"I would also like."

"Me too."

Sun Dacao frowned frequently. Is this dress a bit inappropriate? It's so short that it exposed her thighs.

But the three daughter-in-laws all said they were pretty, and the third daughter-in-law came from a big city.

Everyone in the city thought it looked good, so she didn't dare to refute it.

Besides, it was designed by my daughter, so it must be good.

After receiving the support of her family, Yu Qingbao took her achievements to the garment factory in the town the next day.

When she went, a lot of people were photographed at the gate of the factory, all of them came to apply for jobs.

"Fill in the form here, this is for recruiting clothing staff, this is for the recruitment of the logistics department, and this is for the design department." A woman stood in a conspicuous position, introducing the recruitment information on each seat .

Yu Qingbao followed where she was pointing, and saw the personnel recruiting and designing.

"Sister, I'm here to apply for a designer."

The eyelids of the woman wearing glasses raised slightly, and when she saw Yu Qingbao's immature appearance, her face was relaxed: "How old are you, do you know what design is, so I came here to apply for a designer.

Can you make clothes again?Can you draw?Design is not a game. "

Hearing the woman's sarcasm, Yu Qingbao felt extremely upset, and directly threw out her blueprint, the hair clips and headbands she had made: "I made these."

Just as the woman was about to get angry, an older sister beside her inadvertently glanced at the blueprint on the table. She was slightly stunned, and looked at Yu Qingbao in surprise: "Little girl, did you design this?"

"Well, since you are recruiting designers, you should show your sincerity in recruiting.

Auntie, even if I am young, you shouldn't look down on others.

What's wrong with being young, you can't do anything at a young age, your child is stupid, it doesn't mean I am like this. "

The woman's face was livid with anger: "Designer Zhang, look at this little girl, she is very eloquent at such a young age. If someone like an elder is recruited in, it might turn the design department upside down."

The woman called Designer Zhang didn't listen to the woman's words. If she is really an excellent designer, it is natural to have some temper.

She doesn't mind at all.

"Little girl, are you also making these hair clips? I don't think there are any on the market."

Yu Qingbao nodded. In order to succeed in this recruitment, she specially made a new style of hair clips, the only one: "Yes, I made this one myself. There are none on the market, so do these."

Designer Zhang looked at these hair clips, which were colorful and available in various styles, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never stopped.

"Little girl, let's talk in the house."

"Designer Zhang, these are just some small accessories. Our garment factory makes clothes, not wholesale accessories." The woman stomped her feet angrily, planning to complain to the leader later.

A designer just draws a few drawings, and I don't know why the factory manager cares so much.