Chapter Fifty-Five: Art Director

  Then, Wei Xinyi's sister immediately spoke up and said: "This set of clothes looks very ordinary, but for some reason, I keep thinking about buying it."

  Zhao Rong nodded and said, "Xiao Fei is indeed Xiao Fei. I have the same feeling about these clothes. Although they seem ordinary, they contain a unique charm that makes people want to buy them. This feeling, I've only experienced with a few world-renowned fashion brands. If all your clothes are of this quality, opening up the market shouldn't be difficult. Xiao Fei, I have a proposal, what do you think?"

  Zhan Fei listened and said: "What proposal?"

  "Let me be your brand's future artistic director."

  Zhao Rong said, as the art director of Tianmei Bozhou branch, her vision is both accurate and excellent. The clothes designed by Zhan Fei may seem simple, but they have a unique charm that makes people want to buy them on impulse. This is the top-notch clothing in Tianmei's collection, which has not brought her such a shocking effect.

  She can be sure that as long as this new brand does not die halfway, it will become one of the world's top brands, and snatch a considerable share of food from the mouths of many hungry wolves, standing tall in the apparel industry. And she chose to become the artistic director of Xiang Fei this brand, not just because of its potential, but also for several other reasons.

  Firstly, Zhao Rong had such a serious car accident this time, and for a long time, she probably won't be able to show up at her own company. As Zhao Rong has always been enthusiastic about the clothing industry, but in the coming months, she will have to stay idle at home, which makes her very uncomfortable. Now it seems that jumping ship is also pretty good.

  Secondly, Zhan Fei is her lifesaver, and now that he wants to develop a clothing brand, he needs her help. She is also very willing to work for Zhan Fei in return.

  Of course, the most important point among the three is that this clothing brand has enough potential. If Xuan Fei's design clothes are ordinary and have no competitiveness, she will directly advise Xuan Fei to give up this idea and engage in other industries.

  Zhan Fei heard Zhao Rong's words and was also extremely delighted, saying: "Then thank you, Auntie Zhao! As one of the founders of our brand, I'll give you 10% of the shares!"

  Zhan Fei's shares are given away, but it doesn't hurt his heart. After all, his own brand has not been established yet, and Zhan Fei himself is not prepared to put too much effort into it. He is also preparing to hold 50% of the shares in his own hands, and give the rest to the old-timers in the company, so that they can work harder with more motivation.

  Zhao Rong heard Zhan Fei's words and also smiled: "Little Fei, you're quite good at winning people over."

  Wei Xinyi and others were also surprised at this moment, they did not expect that in just a short period of time, their mother, the second lady of Bozhou, would be taken away like this?

  This action is too fast, right? Zhan Fei's mood at this moment is also extremely good. Not only did he complete the task, but he also pulled in a very powerful helper for his clothing company. Although Zhan Fei didn't know what Wei Xue's father did, looking at that aura, he knew it wasn't an ordinary person.

  Aunt Zhao became one of the shareholders of her own clothing company. In the future, many things will be easily solved, which is also an unexpected joy.

  Then, Zhan Fei and others stayed in Wei Xinyi's house for more than an hour before taking their leave one after another. When Zhan Fei was about to leave, Wei Peng stood up and said: "Younger brother, I'll see you off, let's go!"

  Seeing Wei Peng being so enthusiastic, Zhan Fei couldn't refuse and said: "Then I'll trouble Brother Peng!"

  Wei Peng listened and smiled: "Nothing." Then, Zhan Fei and Wei Peng walked out the door together.

  It was after 4 pm when Zhan Fei returned to his dormitory. Wei Peng was indeed very enthusiastic, and he drove Zhan Fei all the way to the entrance of the dormitory building before stopping. However, because Wei Peng's car wasn't a high-profile one, otherwise, Zhan Fei would have become famous again today.

  After arriving at his dormitory, Zhan Fei closed his eyes directly. Three seconds later, the attribute panel appeared, and Zhan Fei first opened the tailor project, then put all the fabrics in, and clicked on it.

  Next, piece by piece, clothes appeared in Zhanfei's package, and after more than 200 seconds, Zhanfei's vitality finally consumed completely. Then, Zhanfei looked at the attribute panel, then he directly clicked on the upgrade button. Then, Zhanfei also felt that the vitality value he had previously consumed was fully restored, and his mental state was surprisingly good.

  Immediately, Zhan Fei also took a look at his own attributes. His level had already risen to 4th level. In terms of attributes, it had become: Strength: 9+3, Vitality: 9+5, Intelligence: 32, Agility: 10, Spirit: 11. The value of intelligence had reached the terrifying 32 points.

  Zhan Fei felt that participating in the provincial math competition was beneath him, and directly participating in the World Mathematical Olympiad might be a bit more challenging. After looking at his own attributes, Zhan Fei looked again at the task reward item wrapped up inside, which was a broken chess manual.

  Then, Zhanfei's attention was also placed on the chess manual. Next, Zhanfei received a piece of information: "A broken chess manual records a mysterious chess manual, but it is already incomplete and its value has decreased, can be learned."

  After reading this introduction, Zhan Fei's interest was greatly reduced. He directly clicked on the intention to learn and then rested his eyes, but soon fell asleep because the amount of information was too large!

  Zhan Fei had also learned the piano score "High Mountain and Flowing Water" before. The process, although his brain was a bit swollen, passed quickly.

  However, this broken chess record brought a feeling to Zhan Fei, as if something the size of a brick had been stuffed into his brain all at once. He felt like he was about to explode, and directly entered a state of sleep, slowly digesting and absorbing the chess record.

  At this moment, in the capital city, an old man of about sixty years old was lying on a bed in a classical and mysterious quadrangle courtyard. His body was filled with various infusion instruments, surrounded by three or five doctors and nurses, while the old man's face was pale and looked very bad.

  Apart from these people, there were five middle-aged men sitting on one side. The leader of the five middle-aged men was a woman in military uniform, with a cold and elegant temperament. Her gaze was also fixed on the old man, who should be his bodyguard or something like that.