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Chapter 13 Successfully Selling the Design Drawings

"It's getting late, I should head back." After finishing their conversation, Pei Xingzhi prepared to leave.

"Hey, don't rush." ​​Shen Yan glanced at Qin Song out of the corner of her eye and saw that he hadn't left yet, so she tried to stop Pei Xingzhi. "My dad's company is looking to make some new investments recently. I think what you and Ye Ci are working on is quite suitable. Do you want to look into it?"

Upon hearing about investment, Pei Xingzhi immediately sat down: "Uncle, which direction do you mainly favor for investment? What Ye Ci and I are working on is just beginning to take shape. If it catches your eye, Uncle, I can immediately compile a detailed report and send it over."

Shen Yanhui smiled with satisfaction: "My father has already witnessed your abilities. Just because of your name, Pei Xingzhi, my father is willing to invest."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration. If my name were really that powerful, the Pei Group wouldn't have gone bankrupt." Pei Xingzhi chuckled self-deprecatingly, his eyes revealing deep weariness.

He hadn't slept all night, and now that he was going to discuss the project, he was inevitably a bit out of sorts. He beckoned to the waiter and asked him to refill his coffee.

The coffee was freshly brewed and still steaming. Pei Xingzhi glanced at the waiter and said thank you, then looked away, only to unexpectedly catch a glimpse of Qin Song on the other side.

"..." He raised his hand to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose, staring at the figure for several seconds before confirming that he had not mistaken the person for someone else.

That really was Qin Song.

Qin Song was turned to the side, engrossed in drawing something on her tablet. Opposite her sat a woman with a sharp, piercing look. The woman sipped her coffee while watching her, as if waiting for her to do something.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Yan asked knowingly, following his gaze to Qin Song.

"Isn't that Qin Song?" She feigned surprise and thoughtfully reminded Pei Xingzhi, "Qin Song is here too, Xingzhi, do you want to go and call her over?"

"No need." Pei Xingzhi refused decisively. Although he didn't know why Qin Song was there, judging from her focused and serious expression, he guessed that she must be doing something important, so it was best not to disturb her.

"Let's continue with our story." He turned his head and looked at Shen Yanhui with a slight smile.

Shen Yan winked playfully at him: "Okay..."

Jiang Mian was a very patient person. She sat opposite Qin Song and watched him paint for as long as he did so, doing nothing except occasionally replying to a couple of messages.

This was solely to ensure that Qin Song's paintings were completed right under her nose.

Qin Song painted for a full three hours. When he looked up again, the back of his neck was incredibly sore.

"Please take a look, Sister Jiang." She saved the manuscript and handed the tablet to Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian still had a smile on her face, but the meaning of it had subtly changed during Qin Song's three busy hours.

She took the tablet and carefully examined the manuscript.

The topic she gave Qin Song was summer. Qin Song immediately drew a complete set of jewelry design drafts for her.

Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings. Every piece is meticulously crafted, every design element complements the others, and every touch of color is perfectly applied.

Jiang Mian is a professional, so he can naturally tell that Qin Song is also a professional.

Qin Song took in her reaction, his smugness undisguised.

"Due to time constraints, I designed this manuscript to be relatively simple. But it still barely meets Sister Jiang's initial quote."

Jiang Mian handed the tablet back to Qin Song, remained silent for a moment, and then said only three words: "You win."

Qin Song raised an eyebrow: "Of course I won. Since I dared to bring the design drawings to you, I was prepared not to lose."

"Sister Jiang, now, am I qualified to talk to you about design?"

Jiang Mian: "Of course."

Three hours of testing was enough for Jiang Mian to discover Qin Song's true abilities. Qin Song was not only the original creator of the design drawings, but also possessed strong design skills. A designer like her was exactly what Jiang Mian's studio needed.

But Jiang Mian didn't dare to take her, because her reputation in Yuncheng was just too bad.

If she buys Qin Song's design drawings and puts Qin Song's name in her studio, then she can forget about selling anything produced by her studio.

Starting a business is not easy, and she would never joke about her hard work.

"Ms. Qin, I really like your design style. But unfortunately, I'm afraid I'm not the best partner for you."

Jiang Mian's refusal was very tactful, just to save face for herself and Qin Song.

But Qin Song ruthlessly shattered this precarious facade.

“You’re afraid of me,” Qin Song said directly. “I’m a person who brings risks with me. Are you afraid that cooperating with me will bring unnecessary trouble to your studio?”

Jiang Mian was slightly taken aback, not expecting Qin Song to be so blunt. But she readily admitted, "Yes, I'm scared."

The matter has been laid bare, and she has no need to leave any room for negotiation.

"Miss Qin's reputation in Yuncheng is absolutely terrible. I'm in business, and reputation is a crucial factor when choosing business partners. Clearly, Miss Qin's reputation has fallen far short of my standards."

"Therefore, I dare not cooperate with Miss Qin."

This outcome was foreseen by Qin Song as soon as he decided to earn money through drawing. Thanks to the female supporting character, the name "Qin Song" had become something everyone in Yun City avoided like the plague.

Apart from Pei Xingzhi, no one dared to get involved with her, and no one was willing to cooperate with her.

Therefore, she took the initiative to propose another cooperation plan.

“Sister Jiang, there’s more than one way to collaborate. If you really care about my reputation, you can keep my real information private. My online name is Pei Dahua. You can just think of me as an online illustrator, not a professional jewelry designer.”

"Online illustrator?" Jiang Mian laughed. "Miss Qin, the price of an online illustrator is not the same as that of a professional designer. If you only work as an online illustrator, even your best work cannot be offered the price you want."

"It's alright." Qin Song was very open-minded and had been mentally prepared for it.

"As long as Sister Jiang doesn't maliciously try to drive down the price, I can accept it."

"Really?" These words struck Jiang Mian right to the heart. No sooner had Qin Song finished speaking than she eagerly confirmed, "You really can accept that?"

Qin Song nodded: "I can accept it. Sister Jiang has seen my current situation. Apart from my skills, I don't have any bargaining power. Besides, I am indeed short of money right now. As long as Sister Jiang is willing to give a normal price, I will sell."

"Deal!" That was exactly what Jiang Mian had been waiting for.

"But I need to tell you in advance that you'll need to sign an additional confidentiality agreement when you sign the contract. You know what that agreement means, right?"

Qin Song: "I know. Don't worry, Sister Jiang, I don't have any extra money to pay the penalty for breach of contract."

Jiang Mian blinked in satisfaction before taking out her phone and asking for Qin Song's contact information: "Let's add each other on WeChat. I'll discuss the details of our future cooperation with you on WeChat."

Qin Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

After spending nearly five hours in the coffee shop, Qin Song finally sold her design. Jiang Mian, a straightforward person, immediately asked for three of her designs, including the one Qin Song had just sketched on the spot.

She glanced at the time, packed her things, and got up to leave. But as she turned around, she unexpectedly met Pei Xingzhi's gaze.

(End of this chapter)