"In short, you can consider me as the kind of person who personally gets involved in fashion without knowing much, standing on the outside giving seemingly professional suggestions with a niche skill set. That description is quite accurate."
"Very good."
Su Huai nodded in satisfaction, "I really like your self-deprecating spirit and self-awareness. At Xingyu, we don't do design; what we need is someone with specialized skills in a certain area, someone who matches our needs perfectly."
In Su Huai's view, five years down the line, Wang Luna could become an internet celebrity all on her own.
She could be a knowledge blogger, making money without relying on looks or creativity, but by sharing her emotions and insights—that would be okay.
But not now; now was not her time to shine.
If she really was that impressive, Su Huai would be willing to offer her a job that was both stable and promising, waiting for the right moment to see what the future held.
"Thank you."
