Chapter 732: Little Tiger's Contempt
After dinner, Zhuo Qing'er wanted to go back to her own residence. Since Yang Dongxu's elder sister Hongying got married and left Yanjing, she moved out of the big courtyard. It was a bit awkward for her to live in the big courtyard without Hongying.
However, Yang Dongxu obviously didn't feel awkward, so after dinner, the two of them got in the car. He didn't even ask if he wanted to send Zhuo Qing'er home, and drove directly back to the big courtyard.
Zhuo Qing'er didn't hesitate to say anything when they arrived at the door. She politely told Aunt Hua, who hadn't said she would go to bed yet, that she would do it herself. She went to get footbath water as if she was familiar with the route, and then returned to her original sleeping room.
There are guest rooms in the big courtyard, but they will only be cleaned if the guests stay overnight. Zhuo Qing'er used to live in the same room with Hongying. Although Hongying is not in Yanjing now, Dandan came to Yanjing and moved in.
Although Dandan was kept at home by Yang's father and mother this year and was not allowed to leave, Aunt Hua and Aunt Cui would clean the room from time to time and it could be moved in at any time.
After washing her feet and taking a bath, Zhuo Qing'er seemed to be back home. She looked at the light in Yang Dongxu's study in her pajamas and walked in directly with a large stack of design drawings.
The backyard is a private space for Yang Dongxu and Zhou Ya. In the past, Hongying and Dandan could enter at will. Usually, Cui Ma and Hua Aunt would come to the backyard when they cleaned. Xiaohutou and his mother who lived in the big courtyard basically would not come to the backyard.
Although Yang Dongxu said more than once that he didn't care about this, Xiaohutou and his mother never took the initiative to come to the backyard. Or in other words, as long as the men in the family, except Yang Dongxu, basically would not go to the backyard.
"How about helping me look at these design drawings?" Zhuo Qing'er put some newly designed clothing design drawings in front of Yang Dongxu.
Yang Dongxu didn't understand design, and probably only knew a little about clothing design. But whether it was Zhuo Qing'er, Bao Xiaomei, or others. No one has ever doubted Yang Dongxu's aesthetics. As long as he thinks the clothing styles are good, even the styles of gold and silver jewelry will be liked by the public and sold well, and there has never been a mistake.
This also includes the finalization of the car's appearance. He doesn't understand how to design the interior of the car and how to update the components. But he has a full say in the car's appearance framework, because as long as he finalizes the car's appearance, there will be no customer who doesn't like it.
This also extends to the mobile phone industry. Currently, the popular mobile phones on the market are secretly equipped with an antenna-shaped flip cover, but this year Yang Dongxu suggested that Nokia produce a straight-plate mobile phone.
After being used to seeing flip-cover mobile phones, suddenly making a straight-plate mobile phone will undoubtedly give people a very abrupt feeling, and even feel ugly. But this ugly mobile phone is selling well in the world.
So everyone who knows Yang Dongxu has reached a consensus, that is, if you want to launch any new products, especially with innovative design concepts, no matter what it is, come and ask Yang Dongxu for his opinion. As long as he feels that the sales of this product will not be that bad.
Yang Dongxu flipped through the twenty or so design drawings in front of him and said, "Let's put aside the top dresses for now. Although our Chinese-style wedding dresses are well made, they are still a bit untenable for occasions like dinner parties.
If there are stars walking on the red carpet, we can try it. I guess not many people will buy the pure dinner dresses. So it would be better to create high-end clothing for working women."
"High-end clothing for working women?" Zhuo Qing'er's eyes lit up, as if she had some ideas, but she was a little unsure.
"Nowadays, when it comes to professional clothing, it's basically suits. This is very true for men, because men's clothing does not change much, either formal, slim, or casual.
In short, it is mainly simple and fashionable, and there is nothing fancy. Things that are too fancy do not conform to the aesthetics of most men. But women are different, fancy or relatively bright clothes that highlight their personality.
Men wear them and give people a feeling of being stuffy, while women wear them and look beautiful. Of course, it doesn't mean that you have to be fancy. Simple and generous clothes are also very suitable for women in the workplace.
However, we can choose from the color, pattern, neckline , and even the sleeves and other parts of the clothing are designed to be relatively bold and protruding, to distinguish women's professional clothes from men's suits. "
"You mean to design some clothes that women can wear when they work, which are beautiful but generous and decent. It doesn't have to be as grand as an evening dress, but it can still be fashionable and have personality!"
Bingo Yang Dongxu snapped his fingers: "If the answer is correct, come and kiss me."
Zhuo Qing'er gave him a sanitary eye and leaned over to take back her own design drawings on the table. She knew what Yang Dongxu suggested and found that these designs that she had worked hard to draw were not up to standard.
However, he was not discouraged at all. Instead, he seemed more motivated after clarifying the goal. He was ready to go back to the room to draw out the ideas and thoughts in his mind.
Took back the design drawings and turned to leave. When he reached the door, Zhuo Qing'er paused: "Let me think about this matter carefully."
After that, she pushed the door open and left directly.
Yang Dongxu leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. He didn't know if he understood that Zhuo Qing'er's "this matter" referred to his suggestion of clothing design or the relationship between the two.
But one thing is certain, Zhuo Qing'er, who came to the courtyard as casually as if she were going home, has not changed her feelings for him, but now she is a little confused, so her attitude towards this feeling has changed and is currently unclear.
Before I opened my eyes in the morning, I heard the sound of martial arts practice from the front yard.
I got up from the bed, washed up and went to the front yard, and saw the little tiger head who had stretched his muscles and bones was taking the rack.
"Come on, let's fight." Seeing the little tiger head holding the rack, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but feel itchy.
Since Du Suo and others no longer followed him, he occasionally ran and punched every day, but he hadn't fought with anyone for a long time. Now he suddenly became interested and felt uncomfortable without fighting.
The little tiger head holding the rack gave him a very contemptuous look, obviously looking down on his decadent life of being more and more lazy and practicing martial arts for three days and drying the net for two days.
"Hey, if you don't get beaten for three days, you'll be on the roof! Come on, today I'll let you know what your uncle is still your uncle." He was despised by a little brat.
Although the 19-year-old little tiger head has a height of nearly 1.8 meters this year, he is no longer a child but an adult. But Yang Dongxu still feels that his adult dignity has been provoked by the little brat, and he decided to teach him a lesson.
Facing Yang Dongxu who was obviously going to beat him up, the little tiger head spit out the hanging gas, put away the frame and dodged directly, "Uncle Du Fei has already said that I will be able to beat you after two more years of training. Then we will have a showdown."
The little tiger head's tone was full of dissatisfaction. Obviously, he was full of resentment for this guy who had been teasing him since he was a child, and even snatched his toys and made him cry. He was not a few years older than him, but forced him to call him uncle.
However, compared to his childhood when he rushed over without thinking and wanted to bite twice and was finally taught a lesson. Now he obviously thinks before doing things.
So although he has practiced martial arts very hard in the past two years in order to beat Yang Dongxu, which made Du Suo and others who trained him very satisfied. But compared to Yang Dongxu, who was soaked in the medicinal bath and severely disciplined by Grandpa Xuan since childhood.
Even though Yang Dongxu has neglected martial arts in the past few years, his physique and foundation are there after all, so he is obviously not his opponent. However, as long as he works hard for another two years, and Yang Dongxu neglects it for another two years. Obviously, it will not be a problem to deal with this guy who likes to bully him since childhood.
"Don't say two years, you are still not my opponent even if you practice for another ten years. I am a martial arts genius. One day of martial arts training is equivalent to your one year of training." Yang Dongxu looked down on the little tiger head's words that he would surpass him in two years.
"Bullshit, Uncle Du Suo said, if the old man hadn't raised you since you were a child, you wouldn't be able to beat even someone who just practiced a few moves of free fighting with your body."
"What he said is bullshit. Du Fei is no match for me now. In two years, when I have mastered my skills, Du Suo will not be my match either." Yang Dongxu looked like he would soon be the best in the world.
"If you can beat Uncle Du Fei's killer move for ten moves, I can even call you uncle or grandpa." The little tiger head was not afraid of power at all and directly exposed Yang Dongxu, the paper tiger.
"I can even deal with Du Suo in ten moves, and I can deal with Du Fei in three moves. If you don't believe me, come and let's try it. I will let you understand why the flowers are so red." Yang Dongxu retorted without blushing.
The little tiger head snorted coldly and went to the kitchen, and simply stopped talking to this shameless man. Compared with Du Suo and others who can often go to war-torn places like the Middle East to hone their skills, Yang Dongxu is just a little flower in a greenhouse.
Not to mention that he is getting closer and closer to the great achievement of his skill, in the words of Grandpa Hua, he has already entered the master level, and last year he even touched the threshold of the Grandmaster and waited for the opportunity to become a Grandmaster. Even if Du Fei, who is just playing martial arts for fun and not very serious, takes a little effort to deal with him seriously.
After all, he is training before life and death, and he has only experienced a few dangers at most. He usually fights with Du Suo and others to increase a little confrontation. They are not on the same level.
"How old are you?" Zhuo Qing'er, who came out of the backyard, saw Yang Dongxu running over, took away the big meat bun that the little tiger head liked before the little tiger head, and kicked the little tiger head to avenge the contempt just now. She was speechless.
"What do you know? A child of this age is in the rebellious period. He must be made to know that there are people beyond people and geniuses beyond heaven. Otherwise, he thinks he is invincible and his life is over." Yang Dongxu shook the back of the head of the angry little tiger head.