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Ive had a pretty good idea, to start with the declining mid-end brands, firstly, the customer resources are close to the coffin-like consumer groups, and secondly, the personnel are generally higher than those of low-end brands.

There will always be a small gap between ideal and reality, such as this guy who was just thrown out.

The unlucky guy who was beaten was covered in baldness, with two panda eyes on his head, his nose was bleeding, and a strand of hair was torn off. Yves took a closer look, and he knew this man!He is a middle-level executive of a high-end custom coffin group. Could it be that he is here...

Yves gulped down his saliva. Could it be that this person was also trying to talk about cooperation... In the end, he was beaten like this... and he suddenly felt like quitting.

"Let me tell you! Don't play with our company's idea, next time you want to swallow us, I'll take off your two fucking legs and feed them to the crocodile, so you won't be able to catch them for the rest of your life!"

After finishing speaking, a serrated knife was thrown out and stuck in front of Ive, only 0.01 cm away from his feet. Ive almost sat on the ground, pulling Red to withdraw, quit, quit!This business can't be done!go go go go go!But before he left the scene, the people in the room stopped him.

"You two! Why are you only coming to work now! Do you know what time it is?" He obviously regarded them as Mr.J's workers.

Please, can't I quit?Eve wanted to cry, but quickly pushed down the brim of his hat. If his identity was identified on the spot, it might be that his legs were removed and fed to the crocodile.

"We knew we were wrong, and we dare not be late next time." Ive said in a low voice intentionally. He rolled his eyes and peeked at the man in front of him. He was the founder of Mr.J and the boss here—Mr. Hardy.

From the appearance, Mr. Hardy looks like a middle-aged man, with blond hair back to the back of his head, wearing metal-rimmed glasses, and chains on his eyes and legs. Swearing, but he looks like a gentleman.Ive also has a little understanding of Mr. Hardy. They are all about 200 years old. It is rumored that Mr. Hardy has a stubborn personality. Judging from the situation of beating people just now, he is completely old and stubborn. Compared with his psychology Much older.

Mr. Hardy didn't calm down and wanted to reprimand them a few more words, but was stopped by other colleagues. They said that there were not many people working in the workshop now, and they would run away if they scolded them again.Mr. Hardy snorted and hurried away.

Everyone sighed towards the leaving figure, and one of the vampires with a parted hair complained.

"With Mr.'s temper, let's just wait for bankruptcy and break up."

"Yeah, that person came to talk about the conditions just now. His attitude was a bit arrogant, but they were all hard conditions of real money! If Mr. Hardy is willing to chat a little more, the treatment can be better! But he is good, the other party He hit people without saying a word."

"It's so boring, I have no motivation at all, let's just wait for the compensation after bankruptcy."

Everyone complained, and an older vampire persuaded everyone. He said that Mr. Hardy was unwilling to give away the company that everyone worked so hard to build. He was more anxious than anyone else, and he was more difficult to let go.

……

Eve and Red pretended to be workers and stood by and listened without saying a word.Ive caught the information, it seems that the rumors are not wrong, Mr.J has reached the point of difficulty, not only that, he also noticed the working status of the workers, it is simply synonymous with 'sluggish', all of them are weak Sleepy dawdling, Ive thinks if it happened in 'Hot Kiss', he would fire all these guys, the 'sluggishness' would just spread like a plague and spread to the whole team, it's really terminally ill , we can only hope that someone with good intentions will sell it at a good price.

"Are we leaving?" Reid asked in a low voice. He also felt that Mr. J was a little different from their expectations. At least the decadent situation of all the staff made people lose confidence.

Eve hesitated for a while, and whispered: "Wait a little longer, everyone is here, at least let's pass today." The two of them were whispering, and someone told them to go to work.

There is a big difference between the workshop of custom-made coffins and the workshop of mass production of finished coffins. Most of them here rely on manual work, especially in terms of customer requirements, and they must strive for excellence.

Ive went to the engraving room of the coffin board as instructed, and was mainly responsible for making the design draft into a coffin, and making corresponding decorations on it, including carving, lettering, etc., which tested the coffin maker's craftsmanship.Red did some physical work not far from him.

Sitting on the workbench, Yves was very excited. He hasn't shown his talents for a long time. As a famous designer of Hot Kiss, he has a full set of craftsmanship.

Eve raised the brim of his hat a little, straightened a coffin board, and picked up the design draft from the table for deliberation.

According to the workflow, the coffin maker needs to familiarize himself with the design draft first, and present the coffin after fully understanding it. After he read the design draft, his bad temper as a professional began to flare up.

What the fuck is this?It is obviously a semi-finished product with half of the design!Who are you fooling!

If it was in his own company, he would have flipped the table, but now he is investigating as a spy. He swallowed a breath, took the design draft and went to a person who seemed to be a supervisor, and slapped it on the table. , indicating that he can't make this semi-finished product!

The supervisor is playing on his mobile phone. It is currently the most expensive game called "Blood Clots". He said that it costs money because blood players can't always control the length and strength of their nails. The screen is often scratched, so the main business of the company "Blood Clot Xiao Xiao Le" is to replace the screen of the mobile phone.

Ive's appearance seemed to have interrupted his pastime, the supervisor raised his eyelids, "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Mr. It's not important, you should take a look at this first." Ive pushed the design draft up and pointed at the pattern on it, "What kind of design draft is this? It's only half done!"

The supervisor glanced at it, his expression barely changing.

"Oh, the designer recently went on vacation due to unpaid wages."

"Arrears of wages? Vacation?" Eve was surprised.

"Yes, I'm on vacation. If Mr. Hardy can say a few soft words, maybe he can finish the design draft before leaving."

The supervisor looked at the design draft again, and blinked at Ive, "Look, the rough prototype is already out, so you can just watch and do it, anyway, that guy won't come back until he pays his salary."

Yves has black lines all over his head, this level of fooling is simply unmotivating!

"Okay, okay." The supervisor also felt that it was a bit difficult for the little coffin maker, so he sent Yves to another work area to help.Ive had a premonition that the design draft of this semi-finished product might be put on hold, and when the delivery is about to be delivered, it will be hurriedly made and handed over, and then the customer will never have any contact with them for the rest of their lives.

He went to another workbench like kicking a football, and his interest had been halved, but he was a little interested again when he saw the order signature hanging on the workbench.

This is an order from the "Ox Blood Tycoon" in the Eastern District, which is a family that specializes in the cattle blood business. The family has a large number of people, so they will choose cheaper mid-range products, but the pen name of the tycoon is used on the order. Ive had seen his pen name and handwriting before so knew him.The reason why the tycoon didn't show his real name is probably because he wanted to see Mr.J's craftsmanship. If it goes well, it will be a big order.

only……

The corner of Yves' mouth twitched, tycoon, I'm afraid you will be disappointed...

The little brother on the workbench looked like a novice at first glance. He carved the pattern tremblingly, and then slipped his hand and cut off a piece.

According to common sense, if there is a mistake in the custom-made coffin, it needs to be redone, but he picked it up and tried to glue it on. When he found that it didn't work, he simply changed the pattern.

The muscle lines on Eve's face tightened.

Immediately afterwards, the novice missed again when retouching, and then continued to make do with it. Ive's face was almost wringing out ink.

When the other party tried to cover up more mistakes, Yves held his arm, and the novice asked tremblingly, "What are you doing?"

What are you doing?Why even ask him?Eve's voice amplified unconsciously.

"Look at what you're doing!" As soon as the words came out, the sluggish colleagues in the workplace were startled, and everyone raised their heads in unison.

Yves grabbed the coffin board and held it in the air, "Look at this damn design, damn craftsmanship, and damn attitude!"

"You even asked a novice to make custom coffins. If the custom coffin industry doesn't take itself seriously, who would buy your coffins!"

Immediately someone approached him, pointing at the novice, "His teacher had a fight with Mr. Hardy, so he didn't come to work, otherwise..."

"Sir, I'm talking, please keep quiet!" Ive was tired of the excuses, and pointed to the certification on the other party, "As a certified coffin maker, you watched the novice mess up the coffin and did it again. what happened?"

"You!" The other party became emotional, and he pointed at Yves, "You're a crazy newcomer!" He rolled up his sleeves, and Red saw that the situation had changed and was ready to shoot.

Ive signaled Reid not to move, he narrowed his eyes, and said provocatively: "We are all in the same industry, so it's boring to do it, let's talk about craftsmanship."

The other party saw that Yves was dressed as an apprentice, and immediately accepted the challenge.

The competition started immediately. They sat on both sides of the workbench, with two coffin boards in front of them, and played freely.

All the other colleagues gathered around, and everyone had lost their interest in work. Seeing people competing in skills made them very excited!

The coffin maker was truly qualified. He gave Yves a blank look, and exhaled arrogantly, while Yves touched the coffin boards and concentrated on thinking about the design.

The whistle blew and they moved.

The coffin maker operated according to the routine and drew the pattern on the coffin board. He was busy and full of enthusiasm. He felt that he was about to fly, but when he looked up, he found that no one was looking at him, and everyone was looking at him. Gathered around Eve's workbench, whispering.

"This is the most popular pattern this year." Someone whispered.

"The knife technique is exquisite, and the details are handled really well."

"God, is it necessary to do so meticulously?"

"Who the hell is he..."

Gradually, there was no whispering during the game. Everyone just admired Ive's homework seriously, admiring and smiling as the process progressed.

Reid stood silently at the back, he seemed to understand but couldn't understand, and always felt that everyone seemed to be immersed in memories, recalling the happiness brought to them by making coffins.

……

Ive lost himself in his work. He used both hands, changed the angle, kept measuring, zooming in, zooming out, and comparing repeatedly. The peaked cap always blocked his sight, and he simply threw it aside. He kept modifying and adjusting, and finally finished it!

"Let's see the effect." When he stood up and lifted the coffin board, he found that everyone's eyes were as big as copper bells, including Mr. Hardy who just came over.

He scratched his hair and found that the hat had been thrown somewhere long ago.

"You are Yves Arcat!"

Everyone speaks with one voice!

Eve's entire face twitched.

"Hi..."

He said hello, hoping that the gang would not break his leg...