We Are Meant To Be novel Chapter 125

Fortunately, James Feng was not so busy in the company today. It's just some directors of the department who came to him to sign papers or discuss issues.

Christy Zhong was very relaxed now. She looked at the drawings he gave her yesterday. Then she took two pieces of paper and drew something on it from to time devotionally. After the thought was clear, she began to draw the ideal model.

But she didn't dare to indulge in it and had always reminded herself of the main job. After all, James was still working.

When she was about to get off work in the afternoon, she put the two drawings in front of James: "Mr. Feng, here are two pictures I drew."

She made some modifications to it. The change was huge, but the original idea was kept.

James stared at the two pictures, nodded, "Wait a minute." Then he picked up the phone on the desk and started to make a call.

Although Christy didn't know what he was going to do, she assumed that he must have the design department come to see these two drawings.

As expected, he called the design department: "Jing Hu, come to my office."

While listening, Christy didn't know most of the people in the company, but she knew the names.

After he put down the phone, she asked: "Mr. Feng, did you ask director Hu to see the drawing just now? I just draw according to my imagination without knowing what it is, and I don't have any special ideas! "

If this was the drawing of designing a product, she completely had no idea about what kind of effect to make, what kind of theme to highlight, and what kind of design concept, etc. She made it only according to her feeling and imagination.

To be frank, this was a pure comprehensive aesthetic of her. The greatest advantage was that her hand could do well with her mind to express what she thought.

James nodded and said: "You can just speak directly when he ask you questions."

What? This could be said to be her graffiti. How could she reply to his questions? But this was the order of James. She could only agree.

"OK, Mr. Feng." Christy agreed, but she was in a panic and had no idea about it.

Whatever! They were professionals anyway. All she could do was to explain what she had drawn on the paper.

Soon the design director arrived, a young man in his early thirties, wearing in a special style, and had a unique aesthetic taste.

"Mr. Feng!" He came to James and greeted him.

James nodded and handed the two sheets of paper in front of him.

After he took over, he looked carefully and was very satisfied.