"Second Brother You, you don't have to comfort me."
Looking at Second Brother You's troubled expression, Ji Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I know I'm an average painter."
Speaking of which, it was strange. If Ji Zhao was given a carrot, she was completely confident that she could carve a flower on it.
However, if this kitchen knife became a paintbrush, her skills would be very ordinary.
"Ah Tao, why did you draw this gourd… Peanut?" Second Manager You asked curiously as he seriously admired the painting.
"I'd like to draw a trademark for the oil press."
"Trademark? What do you mean?"
"Trademarks are the logo of goods," Ji Zhao explained with a smile. "If the peanut oil produced by our oil press factory has a logo, not only can it effectively prevent other peanut oil from impersonating us, but it can also increase our brand awareness."
