"I still don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"It's a FPS game. Why add so many different styles of clothes?"

Headache looking at the computer screen in the demand table, Jiangle orange collapse to embrace the back of the head, issued a painful voice.

"It's crazy... I'm almost a fashion designer if I go on painting in Temo."

Designing clothes is more troublesome than designing weapons. Weapons can be changed according to reality, but clothes must be original.

Especially according to the requirements listed by Mr. Hao in the demand list, if you really design according to these requirements, it's no different from designing serious clothes.

The painter sitting at the next table moved his stool and joked bitterly.

"Mr. Jiang, why don't we recruit a fashion designer?"

Originally, it was just a joke. However, after listening to it, Jiang Lecheng's eyes lit up and threw away his brush and made a loud finger.

"That's a good idea. I'll say hello to the personnel department in a moment and ask them to recruit a better fashion designer."

The painter at the next table looked at her with a look of surprise.

I'm afraid it's hard to find a professional fashion designer?

If it's just the average level, it doesn't seem necessary to find one.

At this time, the door of the office opened, and a beautiful young figure came in.

Straight to the side of Jiangle orange, Lin Mengmeng said with a polite smile on his face.

"Tengteng asked me to come here to get the U disk of the poster..."

"Posters?"

The painter sitting at the next table looked puzzled, as if he had just heard about it.

"Warcraft Music Festival, I finished, did not release the task to the group," stroked the messy bangs, Jiang Lecheng sighed, took out a U disk from the drawer, handed it to Lin Mengmeng's hand, "take it... How did she let you run errands?"

"Everyone is busy, but I'm quite free. I'm curious about our art department, so I came here."

Blinked, Lin Mengmeng suddenly noticed half of the clothes on the computer screen, and asked curiously.

"This is... School uniform?"

Jiangle orange nodded.

"To be exact, it's a sailor's suit. In other words, it's JK."

"Is this a new game?"

"Well, the Jedi survived."

"Jedi survive... I heard it's a shooting game, right?"

"Yes, shooting games," Jiang Lecheng said with a sigh, scratching his head. "I'm also puzzled why so many strange elements should be integrated into shooting games... Mr. Hao's own explanation is to create a sense of contrast through life elements, maybe."

The painter sitting next to him couldn't help but put in a word and said with a smile.

"Maybe it's Mr. Hao's personal interest."

The younger sister of the young painter at the next table also put in a word with a smiley face.

"That makes sense. Hee hee, I'll wear JK to work tomorrow."

"Wow, what are you thinking, tell me quickly."

"I'm kidding. How can I wear it to the company... But I didn't expect Mr. Hao to have a good taste. Looking at a lot of women's clothes on the demand list, he wrote them in great detail."

"Well, after all, Mr. Hao is also a young man."

Although Lin Mengmeng didn't participate in the topic, he nodded thoughtfully with his index finger to his chin, and whispered "I see.".

There are more and more people involved in the topic, and voices of laughter spread in the office.

Although the working atmosphere here is usually quite relaxed and active, it seems to be more prominent today.

Jiangle orange coughed heavily, and the staff in the office were a little more restrained, and picked up the drawing board and brush again.

Looking at Lin Mengmeng, Jiang Lecheng continued.

"In a word... U disk has been given to you, please give it to Tengteng."

"Well, give it to me... By the way, can I have a look at the demand list? I'll see. I won't reveal it to others. "

Looking at his own Lin Mengmeng, Jiangle orange Leng down, a fog said.

"It's nothing to look at..."

What's good about this thing?

She's bored to death.

But Lin doesn't seem to think so.

She took the demand list from Jiangle orange. She took it in her hand and carefully saw it from the beginning to the end. It seemed that she kept the contents in mind.

It took about five minutes for her to return the form.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," Jiang said with a sigh, waving his hand. "If you can recommend some clothes that meet the requirements of this demand list for my reference, I'll thank God."

Lin Meng thought for a moment and then said.

"Well, I don't quite understand it, but I can help you introduce some fashion designers. Maybe they will understand it better?"

"Who?" Jiangle orange said feebly.

"How is sun Manran?"

On hearing the name, Jiangle orange sat up straight like a reflex.

"Manran? Are you talking about Mara, the editor in chief of fashion weekly, the chief designer of lycra and the winner of the 10th International Fashion Design Grand Prix

"Why? Do you know her? "

"More than recognition! I always like her clothes! "

As an urban beauty walking in the forefront of the fashion industry, the study of clothing can be said to be Jiang Lecheng's second favorite hobby besides painting.

Suddenly stood up from the chair, Jiang Le orange seized Lin Mengmeng's hand, two eyes shining looking at her, as if he had seen his idol.

Looking at the stunned Lin Mengmeng, she continued to say.

"Can you really introduce her to me? Is the schedule OK? Is it too much trouble? "

Lin Meng Leng said.

"Well? No trouble... When do you have time? I can make an appointment for you. "

In her impression, Ms. sun doesn't seem to be a very famous brand. Once in a while, she saw her at home and chatted with her mother about her daily life.

The clothes in her and her sister's wardrobe were all given by Ms. sun.

Because her mother is very interested in the fashion circle, Lin Mengmeng knows many famous designers in the fashion circle, from clothes to bags.

Jiangle orange was so excited that she was about to shed tears.

"Does it cost money? I'll report the budget to the financial department! "

"If it's just a chat, it shouldn't cost money, but if it comes to specific business cooperation, such as fashion design consultant and so on... I guess it must be." Lin Meng said in an uncertain tone.

Jiangle orange was relieved.

This kind of internationally famous fashion designer, she has not contacted before.

If it's too much trouble, she's really embarrassed to ask Lin Mengmeng. After all, they are just nodding friends, and they haven't got to know each other as well as sisters.

"That's no problem, please help me introduce it, money should be easy to say... If you confirm cooperation, then I will write a budget application, I believe Mr. Hao should be able to understand."

"Well, I'll say hello to her later and push wechat to you."

With Jiang Lecheng's eyes like seeing off his benefactor, Lin Mengmeng left the office of the art department with a brisk step.

At this time, two painters sitting in the corner of the office were whispering.

"In other words, are the stars signed by our company so popular that they even have wechat of international famous fashion designers..."

"What do you think? It has nothing to do with whether it's hot or not. Maybe they are regular customers of several famous brands. It's not normal to add wechat of designers."

"I envy... The autumn coat designed by Mara, which I saw in the magazine last month, costs more than 100000 yuan."

"What you see on the shelf is not the most expensive. What's really expensive is the one that won't let you bump your shirt no matter where you wear it."

"Well, what do you want to do when you say you have so much money to work?"

"Experience life?"

At this time, a voice broke in.

"Not necessarily. Maybe it's Mr. Hao."

On hearing this, several young ladies sitting around were immediately interested and came together one after another.

"There are eight trigrams? Tell me about it

"I heard..."

You can hear the chirping voice from afar. Jiang Le Cheng coughed heavily.

"Cough!"

Hearing the cough, the whispering voice suddenly stopped.

Looking at his subordinates are finally honest to work, Jiangle orange shook his head, continue to liver hand manuscript.

These guys

It's not as good as two models of multi liver.

It's a real fluster.

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(man, it's true that he likes the new and dislikes the old. For example, I don't know how to write at the beginning（ Paralysis, ￣)）