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Chapter 7 Itchy Hands

I looked at him and was quite surprised. The man was named Liu Dong. He used to be my assistant. Before I went bankrupt, he ran away when he saw something wrong and took away most of my customers. It can be said that my company collapsed so soon, and this kid has half of the credit.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Liu Dong came up and patted my shoulder and said, "Mr. Chen, why are you here? Look at your sweaty smell, can't you come to participate in the planning?"

I shook my head and said I was here to deliver the goods. The weather was too hot, so I came in to blow up the air conditioner.

Liu Dong smiled, gloating. When he looked at me, he was mocking and ridiculed. I didn't know why he hated me so much. When I was my assistant, I never treated him badly. Even if he took my clients away, I didn't hate him.

Can people who have higher achievements than themselves have different pleasures? I can't figure it out.

Liu Dong stared at me and said, Mr. Chen, you don’t have 500 yuan in clothes. Is it difficult for your family? Do you need me to help you?

I nodded truthfully and said that I was really in trouble. If you have more money, you can share with me.

Liu Dong laughed loudly and took out a stack of cash from his wallet, which was about two or three thousand. He shook the money and handed it to me. I subconsciously reached out to pick it up. Liu Dong loosened his hand and dozens of hundred-dollar bills immediately scattered all over the ground like flowers.

"Sorry, I didn't take it firmly." Liu Dong said to me with a smile: "Mr. Chen, pick it up quickly. As long as you pick it up, all the money will be yours."

I felt a little uncomfortable, but I still bent down to pick it up. Liu Dong deliberately wanted to mess with me. Whenever I wanted to pick up a piece of money, he would step on it with his feet in advance, and then look at me in a downward posture, smiling and said, "Pick up, Mr. Chen, why don't you pick it up? I have been with you for three years, and your salary has not increased. Do you know how much I earn now? 38,000 yuan, which is four times more than when I was in your broken company."

I remained silent and went to pick up money one by one. Soon there were a group of people around me. It seemed that they were all executives of this company, holding folders in their hands and watching the show curiously. A few people seemed to have a good relationship with Liu Dong and were just making excuses. Although they didn't say something bad, their contemptuous expression was even more hurtful than a knife.

After a while, the woman named Lan accompanied a foreign man in. It must be her client. When she saw me picking up money on the ground, she asked what happened? Liu Dong called out and explained that it was okay. This is a friend who likes to plagiarize. Life is quite difficult now, so I give him some money to spend.

Lan didn't say anything, and talked to foreign customers in English for a few words, then said to Liu Dong: "Stop making trouble, hurry up and bring up everyone's model pictures."

Liu Dong responded, took out a folder from his arms, pointed to a sketch on it and said to me: "Mr. Chen, have you seen it? This is a design drawing I drew myself. It took me nearly half a month. The appearance and style are very good, right? Today's big business must have been taken by me. If you don't believe me, just walk around and see. This is thanks to your careful teaching before."

After saying that, Liu Dong left, summoned the other executives to the side, and asked everyone to put their own sample pictures on the table and handed them over to the foreign client to see them one by one.

After picking up the money on the floor, I was tired and sweaty again. I simply sat down next to me and blew the air conditioner. I saw the foreign customer looking at Liu Dong and the others carefully. I seemed very dissatisfied. I shook my head once when I looked at one picture, and looked very disappointed.

I want to laugh a little. The sample picture that Liu Dong showed me just now was ordinary and had no highlights at all. Moreover, it was the things I played with back then, so I should have been eliminated. If even a product like Liu Dong could be considered an elite, then the overall level of this company would be too low.

I felt a little itchy. Seeing that no one paid attention to me, I simply took out my pen and picked up a piece of paper on the ground. According to the quality of the batch of goods just now, I began to sketch, from size to size, from collar to cuffs, from details to style, and drew a design drawing of an autumn jacket.

After the drawing was completed, the discussion over there ended. As expected, not only Liu Dong, but all the samples of the executives present were rejected. Foreign customers stood beside him and beat their feet and stamped their chests, kept shouting "NO". Lan Ze looked cold, pursed his lips, and looked at a group of employees coldly, his eyes full of disappointment.

Liu Dong stood beside him with his design drawing, looking incredible, and his whole face turned into a pig's liver-colored look, as if he had eaten shit.

I was tired of it and threw the drawn picture on the ground and kicked it far away.

Over the past year, I have been drawing pictures for people a lot. Every time the other person hears my name, he will show a very disgusting expression, and then return the pictures, but he dare not use them at all, saying that he is afraid that I will copy other people's creativity again.

The circle of clothing design is very small, and it is very simple to ban someone. Just join forces to boycott it. As long as I don’t wash away the stain of plagiarism for a day, I will never have the chance to turn over in my life.

This is my sorrow.

Fortunately, with Liu Dong's more than 3,000 yuan, I made a small profit today. I was criticized by thousands of people and was sued to court and cuckolded by my wife. Isn't I still living a good life? What's this mere humiliation?

I turned around and left, determined and determined, ready to continue to go back and pull my goods.

However, before I could take a few steps, a quarrel suddenly broke out behind me. When I looked back, I found that the foreigner was holding my piece of paper in his hand, dancing, and kept shouting "I'm Mai Ka" in his mouth, with an expression of ecstasy and talking in his mouth.

Then someone pointed at me, and seemed to say that this picture was drawn by him.
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