1861: C1861 A Long Wait

C1861 A Long Wait

Zhou Madam took the folder and flipped through it. Her eyes gradually lit up with surprise.

Seeing this, Huo Niannian quietly let out a sigh of relief. Her heart was once again filled with confidence.

After a long time, Zhou Madam closed the document and her eyes revealed her appreciation for Huo Niannian.

"I have seen your design work and it cannot be denied that it made people's eyes light up."

Huo Niannian pursed her lips because Zhou Madam used "light up in front of their eyes." It could only mean that their works had reached the passing mark and had not reached the extent where Zhou Madam immediately agreed to let them join the exhibition.

But this was already very good.

Huo Niannian said, "Thank you for your recognition."

Her words and actions were all graceful and generous.

Zhou Madam added a few more points to Huo Niannian in her heart.

"Although Little Qing's previous words were unpleasant to hear, it was not unreasonable. I admit that your design was very outstanding. If it was in the domestic market, it might be one of the best, but if it was in the international market, it was still not enough."

Zhou Madam returned the folder in her hand to Huo Niannian.

Huo Niannian received it with both hands, but her face did not reveal any disappointment or defeat.

Zhou Madam was slightly surprised and then felt that this was expected. It was not easy to not show her emotions. It was enough to tell that Huo Niannian was not as mature and mature as her age.

"You are right. We do have many areas to improve on." Huo Niannian openly accepted Zhou Madam's evaluation and had a decent smile on her face.

But this point was not enough to be a stumbling block for her to move forward.

"But as far as I know, seventy percent of Zhou Madam's collection is from foreign designers. Only thirty percent of her works are from domestic designers. Moreover, out of the thirty percent, more than eighty percent of her works are from deceased designers. "

In fact, among Zhou Madam's collections, only a small portion was designed by the young designers in the country.

This was also Huo Niannian's biggest assurance.

She looked straight into Zhou Madam's eyes, "This is not to say that Zhou Madam is not a patriot. On the contrary, Zhou Madam loves our country very much. It is just that it is a pity that there are no outstanding designers in the country."

So Zhou Madam could only take a step back and turn to collect other works.

After hearing Huo Niannian's words, Zhou Madam nodded. "You are right."

She indeed loved to collect jewelry. The biggest regret in her life was that she did not see the prosperity of the domestic design industry.

Hence, Huo Niannian's words touched her heart.

"If you are willing to give us a chance, Zhou Madam, I will use my greatest effort to give you a satisfactory answer."

The waiting time was very long.

Huo Niannian could not help but tighten the corner of her clothes. She began to be nervous. In other words, she had been very nervous from the beginning, but now she had reached the peak.

She stared at Zhou Madam, hoping to hear a positive reply.

However, everything had to be done in the worst-case scenario.

Huo Niannian pursed her lips. The exhibition was the only way for her studio to advance to the next level. It was not the only way.

If Zhou Madam did not agree and missed this opportunity, she would also look for a new opportunity.

There was nothing that could beat her.2

And Zhou Madam was indeed thinking about how much potential Huo Niannian and the studio behind her had. It was enough for her to take a risk.

Just like what Du Ruoqing just said, it was not impossible to give her a chance. But if she made a fool of herself at the exhibition, she would be the one to lose face.

Just as she was hesitating, she turned her head and saw Du Ruoqing's anxious gaze.

Zhou Madam sighed slightly. Her niece was courageous and lacked in strategies. Her thoughts were too simple. Everything was on her face and she did not know how to hide her ambition.

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