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Eve stood at the door with his arms folded and did not leave.

"You!" Mr. Hardy's head is getting bigger, why is the most popular designer in the coffin industry so difficult!It's just a rogue style!

The two sides stared at each other in a stalemate, and Reid stepped forward in a timely manner. If there is something that I can't say as Yves, let him do it.

"Mr. Hardy, seeing the work scene in the workshop, I believe that you have solved a large part of the problem. This is the result that everyone wants to see. Now the 'hot kiss' between RJ and Mr. Akat has no interest relationship Yes, you don't have to worry about anything, we just want to fulfill our duties on the 'work card'." Saying this, Reid bowed politely to the staff in the workshop.

"Mr. Hardy, there are so many people who are willing to return to RJ to help, you must also accept us as one of them."

"..."

Although Mr. Hardy is stubborn and strong, he is not really unreasonable. He knows in his heart that it is precisely because Yves Arcat did not help that the situation forced him to re-examine what he did, and then he tried to understand every situation. What I think in my heart, in the process, he has a different understanding of each rj worker through empathy.

He understood the meaning of this move, and the essence of Yves' failure to help was to leave the opportunity to the brand itself.As peers, they have empathy, and what the company needs most is internal understanding and support.

Looking at the hidden smile on Yves Arcat's face, Mr. Hardy sighed, he is really a difficult and annoying guy.He turned around and greeted: "Come on, the coffin-making part and the design part are short of manpower, don't hold us back."

Eve shrugged.

……

With the participation of a famous coffin designer, coupled with the attribute of the mouth, he and Mr. Hardy's stubbornness clashed, and this night was destined to be extraordinary.

The workplace smells of gunpowder, and the conflict between Yves and Mr. Hardy is hovering between eruption and impending eruption.

The surrounding colleagues covered their heads and hid away, for fear of being hit by Mr. Hardy's wooden stick and sprayed by Ive's saliva.

"Have you been living in vain all these years? Look at this old-fashioned design, you can still approve the production! This style is like going back to 50 years ago! No! It was 80 years ago!" Yves pointed at the design The manuscript reprimanded her, and her disgust was beyond words.

"Akat! Please make it clear! We are custom-made coffins, please don't compare us with the monstrous aesthetics of the coffins!" Mr. Hardy was not soft-spoken, he pointed to Yves' nose, "The coffin industry is made by people like you. The garish guys are making a mess, we are in the coffin business, not in the dance hall street! Please don’t copy that self-righteous fashion idea!”

"Look! What did I hear? You said we are a coffin of aesthetic monsters?" Ive snorted disdainfully, "Don't you know how good our sales are? Sold out for three weeks in a row, those customers need to buy Online appointment registration, are you questioning the aesthetics of full-blood customers? Let me tell you, customization does not mean being old-fashioned!"

Ive glanced at him, twitched the corner of his mouth, and continued to sarcastically: "And you said I'm flashy, at least I'm still popular, and look at your appearance, please, dressed and medieval missionary yes, where The boss is willing to do business for you, and the things you make can be directly buried in the soil, or go to the garbage classification for sightseeing."

"Damn it! Akat! Pay attention to your words, anyway, I won't promise to let you change the design draft!"

"No! This design draft, I changed it today!"

Yves is a vampire with weak comprehensive attributes, but it doesn't mean that he is also a disadvantaged group in terms of work attitude. He argued with RJ's boss and refused to give an inch. The two quarreled fiercely.

"Then...then...then who do we listen to..." The assistant got under the table in fright.

"..." Mr. Hardy was exhausted by what Ive said, his face convulsed violently, and he slammed the design draft on the table.

"Listen to him this time!" He gritted his teeth and said, "But! Akater! Don't get carried away! Adopting your opinion is entirely for the company's consideration!"

Mr. Hardy's fierce words did not frighten Ive, but scared the assistant half to death, and ran to execute it.