Transmigrating into a book and becoming a female supporting character in a sadistic novel

Miguel quickly winked at the person next to him.

They immediately understood what he meant and quickly told him the new plan they had just come up with.

The theme was embroidered textiles, although it was just a rough outline, but it also made Jiang Qi look much better.

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief and began to continuously improve the idea.

After they finished talking about their general ideas, Jiang Qi was quite satisfied, but she still asked at the end: "Anything else?"

However, no one answered.

At this time, a man sitting at the end raised his hand silently.

Jiang Qi saw him from the computer screen and said, "Hey, I'm on the main bus. I'm on the main bus."

But the man put down his hand and did not speak for a long time.

Jiang Qi asked Miguel: "Miguel! What's going on?"

Miguel didn't react at once and looked at the person sitting at the end in confusion, and it took him a moment to remember.

Explained to Jiang Qi: "Patron, it is still d'enter d'Italie and never parle pas français."

"How come you died?" Jiang Qi asked puzzledly.

"Peut avoir une traduction portable.Il prend, mais il ne parle pas." Miguel replied.

After listening to him, Jiang Qi said to herself: "That's troublesome. I'm not very familiar with Italian."

The person on the other side heard it but didn't understand it, but that person stood up.

"I can communicate in Chinese." Chinese with a slightly awkward accent came over.

Jiang Qi finally saw his appearance clearly on the screen. A typical mixed-race child: deep facial features and fair skin.

He looks to be in his early 20s.

Jiang Qi asked with some surprise: "You can speak Chinese?"

"My mother is Chinese so I know a little bit, but I can't speak it very well." The boy said shyly.

Jiang Qi said in a gentle tone: "It's already very good. Just tell me what you think."

“I was wondering if we could use jewelry as the theme of the exhibition?”

After the boy finished speaking, Jiang Qi felt a little disappointed. She thought he had some eye-opening ideas.

But he still explained, "Jewelry. I only have a few pieces of jewelry in my collection. I've exhibited them three times in the past two years. It's too frequent."

"I mean only modern jewelry."

"Modern jewelry." Jiang Qi repeated word by word.

"Yes." The boy responded affirmatively.

Jiang Qi smiled: "Kid, you know we are an ancient art museum, right?"

The main exhibits of this art gallery are always high-value collectibles that are not for sale. Then they contact some artists to collect some modern artworks as auxiliary exhibits, and then sell them for a fee.

They make profits by collecting admission fees and other things.

"I know, but there are always new attempts. And I believe the jewelry designed by that person will not be worse than those world-famous jewelry. I have this confidence." When the young man said this, an air of confidence and pride emanated from his whole body.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Qi became interested: "Really? Well, tell me about your plan and your jewelry designer."

The boy directly sent a file to Jiang Qi's computer and began to explain.

It is not just a rough idea nor a conceptual one, but a plan that has already taken shape and has been concretized and detailed. It seems that it has been prepared for a long time.

After he finished speaking, Jiang Qi didn't say anything as if he was thinking, and the conference room where he was was also silent.

Everyone was stunned, even though they didn't understand a word he said in Chinese, but they understood the plan was in French.

This is too bold. If this plan is approved, it will not only mean breaking the inherent image and rules of their exhibition hall.

Moreover, the entire exhibition hall only has the works of one person. It is more like a new product launch conference held exclusively for that jewelry designer.

And that jewelry designer is just a luxury designer, and he is only 21 years old. If they really did that, it would really devalue this century-old exhibition hall.

Jiang Qi didn't say anything for a long time. She was just looking at the introduction of the jewelry designer in the proposal.

Although there are only a few lines of text, it is shocking enough. Mingyang is 21 years old this year. At the age of 18, he won all the awards of the Couture Design Awards with three pieces of jewelry. At the age of 19, he became the chief designer of Fandi.

Fandi: The world's most famous luxury brand. It is synonymous with elegance and luxury. It sells high-end consumer goods such as jewelry, perfume, clothing, and cosmetics. Even Jiang Qi, who has never been exposed to fashion brands, knows about it.

The chief designer named Ming Yang is a well-deserved genius. He not only designs jewelry. Every time he launches a new product, it will appear on the cover of major fashion magazines, highly praised by young people, and become a global bestseller. Although his designs are often featured in major fashion magazines, he has never shown his face, and few people know what he looks like. This makes him more famous.

Jiang Qi was thinking about the pros and cons. If they really followed this plan and only held the exhibition under the name of Mingyang, there would be no trouble if they did not have any commercial relationship with Fandi. Moreover, he was very famous and highly respected by young people, and young people's consumption concept was mostly impulsive, so the profit at that time could be considerable. And with the influence of their exhibition hall, they could raise his fame to a higher level. If everything went well, they could maximize the interests of both parties.

But if there is any mistake, even a slight mistake, their century-long reputation will be ruined.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qi suddenly smiled. Being hesitant and timid was definitely not her style.

And Bbh really needs to change, people must change their preconceived impression of him and accept new things on a large scale. Because the old things in their house have been put in rotation. Jiang Qi once thought about turning it into a museum.

"This is a good plan, I like it." Jiang Qi said to the boy.

"Do you agree?" the young man asked tentatively.

"Yeah." Jiang Qi nodded, but then continued, "But, will the great designer agree?"

"Of course, I'll go talk to him." The boy said excitedly.

Jiang Qi was amused by him: "So confident."

The boy scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "He and I are classmates and we have always gotten along pretty well. He will agree."

"Okay, then I'll leave this task to you." After saying that, she called Miguel and asked him to help the boy complete the task. However, when she mentioned the boy's name, Jiang Qi paused for a moment before she realized that she didn't know his name yet.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"

"Rogge, this is also my Chinese name."

"Okay, I remember."

Jiang Qi told Miguel to help Roger complete this task. Miguel wanted to dissuade him, but Jiang Qi told him an old Chinese saying: "No destruction, no construction." And he gave him an answer.

After hearing this, Miguel had to give up. Then he thought that this was Jiang Qi's family property, not his. People had already made their own decisions, so what was the point of him being anxious?

This video conference lasted for three hours and it was almost ten o'clock when it ended.

After turning off the computer, Jiang Qi stretched and picked up the phone next to her. There was a missed call from Gu Jingcheng.

Because Jiang Qi always turned her phone to silent mode when she was working, she didn't hear anything.

I looked at the time and saw that the call was at eight o'clock and there was only one call. After thinking about it, I decided to call back.