"On the one hand, they want to evaluate your strengths, and on the other hand, they probably have a TV show starting production, and they want to see whose style fits best as the costume designer for this show."
Usually, the costuming for film and television dramas is sponsored by costume companies, so all they have to do is draw the designs and naturally, people will fight over who gets to produce them.
"In that case, should I try a design for each style?" Ye Ranran suggested enthusiastically.
"Wanting to compete without even asking what the show is about?" Jun Mochan looked at her amusedly.
Ye Ranran waved her hand: "The company must have its reasons for doing this. Since they don’t let us know, I won’t ask. But you can’t give up just because you don’t know, right? Then why do you work?"
"The lady is right, I wish you success."
Encouraged by Jun Mochan’s words, Ye Ranran’s confidence soared. She raised her head: "Don’t worry, your wife won’t let you down."
Jun Mochan merely smiled and immediately sent Ah Chuan a message: What film and television dramas has Huacan invested in recently? Why didn’t he tell me?
Upon opening the message and seeing its content, Ah Chuan’s hand shook violently, almost dropping the phone he had just received.
He hurriedly called the person in charge at Huacan’s, telling him to report every little thing in the company, especially the design department, in detail every day.
After receiving the information, Ah Chuan promptly forwarded it to Jun Mochan.
After looking at the script and cast, Jun Mochan quickly decided that Ye Ranran should be in charge of the costumes for this drama.
Ah Chuan was not surprised at all at this result. He knew that Jun Mochan did everything for Ye Ranran.
Simply put, it was all for Ye Ranran’s enjoyment.
But why didn’t he tell her? Why did he have to be so discreet that she wouldn’t notice?
Ah Chuan felt so tired.
After handing in the design draft, Ye Ranran went for a follow-up check-up with Jun Mochan.
Finally, there was news about the design draft she had submitted.
"Extra, extra," Luo Qi ran in from outside.
Everyone was used to her loud voice, so they ignored her and kept busy with their work.
"Ranran, did you know that our company is shooting a television drama?"
Ye Ranran rolled her eyes: "Xiao Qi, this is a film and television company. If we don’t film dramas, what else would we be doing?"
"That’s not the point. The point is, do you know who the company has hired to shoot it?"
Before Ye Ranran could answer, Luo Qi exclaimed excitedly: "They’ve got Feng Xi for the leading actress and Che Hao for the leading actor. They’re both my idols."
"What I really care about is the name of the drama, what genre it is, and whether the costume designer is chosen from within our company or outsourced?" Ye Ranran’s tone was cold, like a splash of cold water to Luo Qi.
"I heard it’s a modern drama, named ’The Things I Have to Tell the President’, the costume designer isn’t confirmed yet. I can’t get any specific information, but I know the drama is sponsored by J.C." When mentioning the details, Luo Qi glanced at Ling Yun.
Before Ye Ranran could think for long, Luo Qi’s words entered her ears again: "But let’s face it, we can’t expect to get involved in such a major production. Even internal costume designers won’t get a chance if they’re nobodies like us without any connections."
"Background and connections are also forms of power, aren’t they? If we have to blame something, we should blame ourselves for being born without advantages." Ling Yun replied.
In a sycophantic manner, Qin Fang asked: "So, does that mean you’re confirmed as the costume designer for this drama?"