Soon, the Moon Room Studio was opened. There were less than ten employees in the entire studio. Except for Jiang Wenzhen who was the front desk, the others were interior designers, which was in line with Zhong Tingyue's idea of his own studio: to create a professional studio dedicated to serving customers. There were no social events, no drinking parties, no intrigues, and no harming customers to achieve their own interests. The source of income for the owner of the Moon Room Studio was design fees. What is the most important thing in the 21st century? Knowledge! And interior design is extremely professional knowledge and should not be used as sales. And this working model is very good. Employees focus on their own work and don't worry about other things. In addition, the studio has very little overhead costs and has countless advantages. The only disadvantage is... ...few orders. The studio was open for half a month, and almost no customers came to the door. Zhong Tingyue was so worried that his eyebrows were wrinkled into the shape of "川". The studio had no orders and the employees had no wages. All his ideas were in vain.
The business was not halfway through and it collapsed. Fortunately, except for Cai Guan and Chu Fang, other employees have established certain personal connections. With the recommendation of old customers, they can support themselves for a few months. Especially Zhong Tingyue, who has accumulated personal connections for several years, has used all of them. In addition, with a good reputation, she has brought many customers to the studio. But relying on old resources is not a solution after all. She tried every means to find new customers. After searching for a long time, she sighed helplessly: "Maybe there is nothing wrong with the operation of Yateng Yige, and the problem is only me." No social activities, no connections, no projects, it is the law of the world, no one can avoid it. But after a few days, she changed her mind again. God will not let down those who work hard. Finally, a new customer came to the door, a big customer, and the two sides negotiated a business of several million, which was enough for her small studio to be busy for half a year. And it was quickly settled. After the two parties signed the contract, Zhong Tingyue leaned back and glanced at Chu Fang: "What is the most important thing in the 21st century?" "Money." "Vulgar!" She rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, "It's knowledge." "Bullshit!" He muttered softly, "How much is knowledge worth? If I hadn't helped you, your studio would have been open for ten years without anyone coming." That's right. The new big customer of Yuezhifang Studio was found by Chu Fang. These days, seeing Zhong Tingyue frowning and unhappy about the project, unable to eat or sleep, working overtime until late at night, and even a few days ago he found a white hair on her head. Chu Fang immediately got angry. He used his own connections to help her find a high-quality customer. Although Chu Fang was from an ordinary family, he met some rich people when he was free and easy in the past few years, and he could help.
"What did you say?" "Nothing." He stopped complaining, thought for a moment, and suggested: "Since our studio has overcome the difficulties, let's have a meal together tonight." As soon as this was said, the studio staff all looked at Zhong Tingyue, and the latter waved his hand and said generously: "Tonight, Xijiangyue, I'll treat you, eat as much as you want." "Tsk!" Chu Fang's eyes were full of contempt. Xijiangyue is a very generous and charming restaurant name, but it's a pity that the name is placed on the sign of a small restaurant with an area of less than 50 square meters. It sells all kinds of noodles, such as dandan noodles, fried noodles, hot dry noodles, mixed noodles... ... Xijiangyue can make all the famous noodles from all over the country. A pure stitching noodle restaurant. But to be honest, the business is pretty good. This proves a fact, that is, since you can't specialize, learning a little more and stitching everywhere is also in line with the trend of the times. Having said that, the studio chose a high-end Chinese restaurant for the dinner. Zhong Tingyue is not a stingy person. The contract signed today is very big, so naturally she has to reward her employees. The meal cost tens of thousands of yuan. When the dishes were served, she specially ordered a bottle of better red wine. Everyone raised their glasses together, and Zhong Tingyue said carefully: "You have worked hard these days and have been worried about the studio. I am really sorry. Thank you for your support. I promise not to let you down." Zhong Tingyue is "Alexander". After becoming a boss, she realized how difficult it is to be a boss. As soon as she opened her eyes, there were nearly ten employees "crying for food" under her. Some employees have families and hope that this job salary can bear the heavy responsibility of the family. The loss of a job is not only the resignation of one person, but also the sadness of a family. Thinking of this, she felt a little more resentful towards Mr. Ming of the original company. She didn't want to be a boss like Mr. Ming. An employee said: "I wish our studio will get better and better." "Make it bigger and stronger, and create more glory.""..." The employees were also excited. Their work was becoming more promising and hopeful, and they felt more and more at home in the Moon Room Studio. Jiang Wenzhen chattered like a lark: "I wish Sister Zhong and Chu Fang to get married soon and have a baby soon." As soon as this was said, everyone's eyes wandered between the two of them, and their pupils were filled with smiles. Because the relationship had been made public, Zhong Tingyue seemed to be generous and pursed her lips: "Go away." And Chu Fang patted Jiang Wenzhen on the shoulder, took out a five-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the other party: "Be sensible!" "Fuck, isn't it a hundred?" Jiang Wenzhen's smiling face suddenly froze. "I'm poor recently and have no money. Let's buy on credit." He sighed and said in a sad tone. "Get lost! Pay back the money!" Jiang Wenzhen's face changed when she heard this, and there were sparks in her eyes, "Otherwise, I wish you bad luck..." Before she finished speaking, Zhong Tingyue gently patted Jiang Wenzhen's lips, and the latter was impatient: "I didn't say anything about you."
"You said Chu Fang was not the same as me." Jiang Wenzhen stared at them: "You two husband and wife teamed up to bully a small employee of mine, right? It's unreasonable, right? It's inhumane, right?" As she spoke, the front desk assistant's eyes were red, and the corners of her mouth were raised high, as if reaching the sky, with a pretentious look, but no one paid attention to her. They had seen it countless times and had already formed immunity. Only the fat boy Cai Guan was stunned and pulled a napkin to her. "What are you doing?" "Paper." The fat boy answered honestly. "Didn't you see that I was acting?" Jiang Wenzhen took the tissue, wiped the non-existent tears from her eyes, and replied righteously. "I know." Cai Guan nodded, "I'll cooperate with you to avoid embarrassment." "..." Everyone present could clearly see the traces of Jiang Wenzhen's mouth twitching, the kind of helplessness and helplessness of wanting to get angry but having nowhere to vent. She glared at the little fat man fiercely, and the voice was almost squeezed out from her teeth: "You don't have to say it so bluntly." "Then what should I say?" "... ..., don't say it!!!"