Chapter 395 - Have you heard about Dad? Let&##039;s meet up and talk." (1)

Chapter 395 – “Have you heard about Dad? Let’s meet up and talk.” (1)
After hearing about the entire story, Gu Shishi set aside her curiosity as to how Sier knew so much about what transpired at the homewrecker’s place.*
“Our Sier is quite mighty as well. He relayed the Gu’s story as though he had witnessed it all himself.”
She then shared with Huo ChuChu what she had heard.
The two girls chitter chattered for half a day before they were all caught up.
Gu Shishi tried hard to pick up her work again after a few peaceful days.
The daily-product factory that was gifted to her by the boss had already completed their research on the toner and it was already in production. They have already started the marketing of the as well and aimed it toward the high-end market.
Gu Shishi drew four different types of Court Ladies with Flowered Headdresses.
The four ladies in bright-colored clothes represented the four seasons. They were walking through a courtyard appreciating the flowers inside. One of teasing a pure white poodle; one was feeding a mystical crane; one was holding onto a hand fan while stroking a flower….....
The style was elegant and classy and perfectly illustrated the gracefulness and femininity of that belonging to a female.
“Plant Manager Liu, take a look and tell me whether you think these are usable.”
The four ladies’ postures were different but all of them had red lips and white teeth, their skin jade-like, and the touch of the paintbrush was very mellow.
Gu Shishi only drew them at the spur of the moment.
Plant Manager Liu had initially thought of her as a useless Second Generation Rich but would no longer take her lightly.
“Boss Gu, which painter were these from? Do we need to purchase the copyright in order to use them on the packaging of our products?”
If they were caught using infringing on someone else’s copyright in production, they would not only be fined when caught, but also need to pull all of their products off the shelves.
“We have our own designers. Should I have them make some adjustments?”
Plant Manager Liu reminded her gently.
It was obvious that he was very pleased with the artistic conception of these traditional painting of court ladies and felt that they would work very well with their new product that they would be emphasizing a lot on.
They had, in the past, mimicked international brands and went with trendy packaging. That had no longer made them lost their uniqueness as domestic products but also costs them their sales.
Traditional style seemed to have opened up a window in Plant Manager Liu’s head.
As he was still pondering, he heard a languid voice from the other end of the phone.
“Copyright? All yours. Use them however you see fit on our products.”
“Huh?”
Plant Manager Liu was a little stupefied.
“You mean to say that…”
“I drew them, Plant Manager Liu. As such, you can pick and choose whichever you like,” said Gu Shishi casually.
“Theoretically, we are marketing them as oil-control and pore-reducing product for the summer time. I assume we’d want something with bright colors. What do you think of the court lady with a hand fan? That is kind of on-point, right? Would you say that one is better than the other three?”
“Hello? Is it bad connection?”
Inside his office, Liu Zhichao had his cellphone in one hand and all of the paperwork in his other hand slipped out of his hand and fell onto the floor.
“Good! It’s good!”
The signal couldn’t be any better.
It was his heart that wasn’t doing so well!
“Boss Gu, you drew all these?”
Their boss could also double as their artist?
Who said she was an useless Second Generation Rich? She was multi-talented!
“Aye, I am not familiar with business management. I only thought it’d be fun to draw some unique packaging. I’ll let you decide on whether they are appropriate to use on our products.”
Gu Shishi understood that packaging of products could be important.
She wasn’t so conceited to think that her doodling could move others to tears and begged to put them on the packaging.
Or that just because they were using her painting that their products would fly off the shelves. That was something that could only happen in one’s dream.
“No, no, no. This is perfect. Can you show me your originals?”
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