Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1717 Inspiration

Nan Weiwei slammed her phone down on the table, the screen vibrating so hard it made the tabletop thud.

"I'll give you half."

Four words, resounding with conviction.

Xu Xiaoxiao was studying her computer when she heard this. She didn't turn around, but just stared at the details of the model's skirt on the screen and gently tapped the left mouse button twice with her index finger.

"Money burning your hands?"

Xu Xiaoxiao's voice was flat, without any discernible inflection.

Nan Weiwei strode over to her side, reached out and forcefully turned her swivel chair so that it was facing her directly.

"I'm serious. The success of this competition is all thanks to you. The prize money is 50,000. 25,000 is yours, bank transfer or cash?"

Nan Weiwei had a smile on her face, her eyebrows raised high, looking like a nouveau riche throwing away her wealth.

Xu Xiaoxiao turned around following the force, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked up at her.

That girl is really naive.

In the workplace, there are countless people who try to steal credit, but Nan Weiwei is unique in that she willingly spits out the easy gains she's already made.

Xu Xiaoxiao raised her hand and pushed Nan Weiwei's face away a little.

"I just did it on a whim, I didn't mean to take your money."

"That won't work."

Nan Weiwei persisted, pulling out her phone to open the transfer interface, "Even close brothers should keep clear accounts; I won't take advantage of anyone."

Xu Xiaoxiao pressed down on her wrist.

The pulse beneath my fingertips beat merrily and powerfully.

"You really have to thank me. From now on, you'll be on the tea bill, and whether you win or not is another matter."

Xu Xiaoxiao let go of her hand and started fiddling with the computer again. "Stop messing around and get to work."

Nan Wei stared at the back of her head for two seconds.

"Fine, Designer Xu treats money like dirt. Lots of milk tea, add whatever toppings you like."

Nan Wei put away her phone, humming a little tune as she sat back down in her chair.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the screen, her lips twitching briefly before returning to a straight line.

Twenty-five thousand.

For her in the past, it was certainly not a small amount.

In the past, she would never have refused.

But now, she has money, and Nan Weiwei is her older sister.

It's easy to exchange money for goods, but it's hard to repay favors. However, sincerity for sincerity is more valuable than money in this circle.

Xiaomei hesitated for a moment, "Xiaoxiao..."

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito humming.

Xu Xiaoxiao didn't stop what she was doing. "Go ahead and say it."

Xiao Mei took out some draft paper from the file folder and handed it to Xiao Xiao. "This is my new first draft. Could you...could you take a look at it and give it a thumbs up?"

Xu Xiaoxiao took the manuscript. Several black and white line drawings, neatly drawn.

The lines are smooth, and the shading is also well done, showing that the basic skills are solid.

But it's just solid.

Xu Xiaoxiao flipped through the pages one by one.

The first picture shows a round-neck, puff-sleeved dress.

The second picture shows a V-neck fitted shirt.

The third picture shows wide-leg pants paired with a blazer.

These are all best-selling items on the market, and also common goods that appear hundreds of times when you search on Taobao.

There are no memorable points.

Xu Xiaoxiao spread the manuscript on the table and tapped it twice with her fingers.

What do you think?

Xiao Mei twisted her fingers, head down, not daring to look at her. "I think... it's pretty reliable? It shouldn't go wrong."

"It certainly won't make a mistake."

Xu Xiaoxiao leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, "But it definitely won't be anything special."

Xiao Mei suddenly looked up, her face flushed red.

"It's all routine work."

Xu Xiaoxiao pointed to the crew neck, "Uniqlo has been selling this kind of neckline for five years. And this cinched waist sacrifices comfort for a slimming effect, the fit is stiff. Are you designing fashion or making assembly line patchwork?"

The words were a bit harsh.

Xiao Mei's eyes immediately reddened, and her lips moved, but she didn't dare to refute.

Xu Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly as she looked at her downtrodden expression.

Newcomers often have this problem.

Afraid of making mistakes and being scolded, they desperately retreat to their safe zone.

Little did they know that in the design industry, mediocrity is the greatest crime.

"I... I wasn't insulting you."

Xu Xiaoxiao explained. Then she made a phone call, and half an hour later Lin Nuo...

I stood up and walked to the bookshelf at the back.

The bookshelves were piled high with various foreign magazines and picture books, some of which had worn-out spines.

She held up a row of books and magazines and knocked on the door of the ward.

"Madam, the documents you requested have been sent over by my husband."

Nan Weiwei and Xiaomei saw some colorful books.

Xu Xiaoxiao took the magazines and flipped through them one by one, finally stopping at a thick, hardcover magazine.

Pull it out.

The cover is a black and white profile, and it looks quite old.

Xu Xiaoxiao took the magazine, skillfully flipped to the middle page, and slapped it in front of Xiaomei.

"Look at this."

Xiao Mei leaned closer.

The photo shows a dark green velvet dress.

There is no elaborate lace, no exaggerated openwork.

The only striking feature is the extremely bold asymmetrical cut at the neckline, paired with a dark gold vintage brooch.

The model stood on the old stone steps, and under the interplay of light and shadow, she exuded an aura of decadence yet nobility.

"This model is from three years ago."

Xu Xiaoxiao pointed her finger at the asymmetrical neckline. "At the time, the magazine's sales were mediocre, but this particular set sold out. The designer won the newcomer award that year because of it."

Xiao Mei was mesmerized. "It's so unique... This retro feel is rarely seen nowadays."

"It's not that it's rare, it's that we dare not use it."

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the photo and said, "Retro doesn't mean copying old things. Look at this waistline, it's raised two centimeters higher than the traditional position. Just those two centimeters transform that old-fashioned feel into a modern and stylish one."

"That's what thinking is all about."

Xu Xiaoxiao closed the book and tucked it into Xiaomei's arms.

“Your drawings are lifeless. It’s because all you’re thinking about is ‘how to draw without getting criticized,’ not ‘how to draw beautifully.’”

Xiao Mei, holding the heavy magazine, stared blankly at Xu Xiaoxiao.

"Take it back and look at it."

Xu Xiaoxiao continued, "Don't just look at the style, look at its cutting logic, see how it uses old elements to tell a new story. Only start drawing when you understand it."

Xiao Mei nodded vigorously, hugging the magazine as if it were some kind of martial arts manual.

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao! I'll go back and revise it!"

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at her and her gaze lingered for a moment on the discarded draft with a round neck and puff sleeves.

Newcomers are all like this, cautious and treading on thin ice, and what they draw is all a shadow of others.

Until someone tore up their manuscripts, verbally abused them, and forced her to find inspiration in the trash heap.

Young people these days are too thin-skinned.

Nan Wei spoke slightly...