The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

The search for the best designer is in full swing. Xia Weian asked Qian Hongchao and Li Li to be the judges, while she sits in the company. Of course, she is also paying close attention to this event, because the time is tight and the competition is also tight. .

For Liu Lian's little tricks, Xia Weian saw all the tricks. She thought that she was the manager of the design department and could have a pivotal position in the company by controlling the entire design department. In fact, she had overestimated herself.

Xia Wei'an can expel her every minute, but it's not the time yet, she wants to let Liu Lian die a little more, this will hit her the hardest!

Another week has passed. Although the high-quality designers selected by the current event are excellent, they are not the ones she wants to find. These people's ability and strength far exceed the company's existing designers, so she left all her contact information Next, as an option.

The manuscript submitted by Liu Lian was still unsatisfactory, which was expected by Xia Weian. She even deliberately showed an anxious, almost dispirited mood. She just likes to see Xia Wei'an in a panic!

It has been nearly half a month since I came to the company in a blink of an eye. On this day, after Xia Weian finished handling his affairs, he went to the office area for a routine inspection. When he arrived at the design department, he heard the noise inside, so he walked in.

"You little rascal, your hands and feet are so unclean! You clean up as soon as you clean up, what are you doing with my manuscript? What, you want to sell it to other companies for money? Let me tell you, you are breaking the law!"

Liu Lian's voice was sour and harsh, and she fiercely pulled the wrist of a cleaning girl, poked her head with one hand and cursed vigorously.

"I don't have it, Manager Liu. I picked this piece of paper out of the trash can. I just saw that I haven't finished drawing it yet, so I couldn't help adding a few strokes. I didn't steal anything from you!"

A weak and aggrieved voice came, and the little girl was still crying, and she looked terrified facing the vicious Liu Lian.

Xia Weian glanced across the crowd, isn't this little girl the cleaning girl who poured her a glass of water that day? At that time, she thought that her image was not bad, and she was going to transfer her to be a shopping guide, but when things got busy, she forgot about it.

"What?!" Liu Lian burst out laughing as if hearing a big joke, "You can't help but add a few words? Who do you think you are? A big name in the fashion design world? You're just a lowly cleaner It's just hygienic cleaning, what right do you have to touch my design draft? Even if it's the garbage I throw away, you don't deserve it!"

Liu Lian snarled viciously at the cleaning girl, but the little girl bit her lip tightly, not daring to speak.

And those designers in the design department flattered everyone immediately.

"That's right, our Sister Liu Lian graduated from a famous foreign university, and even became a manager at a young age. You are a trash picker, and you dare to touch other people's manuscripts. Who do you think you are?"

"This kind of person's hands and feet are not clean. I think we should just kick her out of the company. This kind of person is a hazard if he stays in the company!"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

"Do you want to tell Mr. Xia?"

"What do you say, people are busy with everything, so we don't have time to care about such trivial matters, we just need to beat her out!"

The person who said this was the first to step forward and prepare to slap the little cleaning girl. The little girl raised her hands in fear, trying to cover her slap.