Three days later, as Song Qiao was resting in his office, Li Lili suddenly rushed in from outside.
"Boss, I've contacted the designers. They're one of the most renowned studios in our area."
"The studio owner agreed to cooperate with us, but specifically requested that you personally meet with her."
Song Qiao was slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion clouding his face.
"Why insist on meeting me? Is she not satisfied with the price we offered?"
"I doubt it. I have a feeling she knows you. When she mentioned your name, there was a distinct expression of familiarity on her face."
Li Lili shook her head, speaking with some uncertainty.
"She knows me?"
Hearing this, Song Qiao became even more puzzled.
After a long period of contemplation, he nodded resignedly.
"Very well. Schedule a time with her, and we'll meet."
"Okay, boss. How about 8 PM tonight at Xinyuan Restaurant?" Li Lili asked briskly.
"No problem. There's nothing urgent at the factory today. Arrange it as you see fit."
Song Qiao closed his eyes, pondering the identity of this designer who insisted on meeting him.
Seeing this, Li Lili didn't dare disturb him further and turned to leave the office.
...
At 8 PM, Song Qiao arrived at Xinyuan Restaurant on time.
He was not familiar with the person he was meeting, so he had made thorough preparations regarding etiquette. Before leaving, he had even asked Qin Ya to help him choose a formal suit.
He waited for about five or six minutes before the other party arrived in a hurry. As she entered, she offered an apologetic smile.
"I'm so sorry, Boss Song. There was a bit of traffic on the way."
Song Qiao chuckled and waved his hand, signaling that it was alright. He looked up to speak, but suddenly froze.
"It's you?"
Song Qiao gasped in surprise as he looked at the short-haired woman in casual attire, who appeared competent and chic.
The person was none other than his junior high deskmate – Yuan Jianan.
"What, my old classmate, you only recognize me now?" Yuan Jianan smiled faintly and teased Song Qiao.
Song Qiao rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Ah, I never imagined that the designer I was supposed to meet today would be you!"
"I also didn't expect that the ordinary Song Qiao would have become such a popular young entrepreneur in our city." Yuan Jianan giggled, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes as she playfully bantered with Song Qiao.
"Oh, Jianan, please don't tease me. Those are just empty titles people spread around." As he spoke, Song Qiao politely invited Yuan Jianan to sit down.
"We haven't seen each other since we graduated from junior high, and I never thought you'd actually become a designer. Just as everyone in school called you, a painting genius."
Yuan Jianan's face flushed, and she quickly waved her hand, looking a little embarrassed.
"Song Qiao, you tell me not to tease you, but then you start teasing me. With our relationship, do we need such insincere flattery?" She then put on a mock look of annoyance.
"Hahaha, no more, no more. It's all my fault. I'll pour myself three cups later as punishment."
Back in school, Song Qiao and Yuan Jianan had a very good relationship. They had been deskmates several times, and many classmates used to joke about it. However, they were young at the time and didn't understand romantic feelings; they simply considered each other close friends.
"I heard you want to design a trademark for your company?" After a few jokes, the initial awkward atmosphere between them vanished completely. Yuan Jianan finally brought up the purpose of their meeting.
"That's right. I heard you're a renowned designer now and have your own studio. I wonder if you could help?" Shifting to work matters, Song Qiao withdrew his thoughts from reminiscing about the past.
"Don't be silly. With our close relationship, how could I refuse you?" Yuan Jianan, always efficient, directly agreed to Song Qiao's request. She paused for a moment, then continued, "I just wonder what are your requirements for the design?"
Song Qiao chuckled. "I don't have many requirements. In general, there are three points."
"First, the design should be simple and clear, not too flashy. Ideally, the entire logo should have only one or two colors." As he finished the first point, Yuan Jianan's eyes lit up, and she instinctively sat up straighter.
Song Qiao, not noticing Yuan Jianan's reaction, thought for a moment and continued, "The second point is that it must have high recognition and strong visual impact. It should be something people can remember at a glance, instinctively associating it with the Xiang Piaopiao brand."
"And the third point?" Yuan Jianan asked impatiently as soon as Song Qiao finished.
"The third point is that it must be something that generates discussion. When we launch the brand logo, it should encourage people to follow suit and discuss it, like the two children from the Haier Brothers." Song Qiao blurted this out without hesitation.
He didn't notice that after he finished speaking, Yuan Jianan was already staring blankly.
"Is there a problem?" Seeing this, Song Qiao became a little insecure and waved his hand gently in front of Yuan Jianan's eyes.
"Ah, no problem, no problem." Yuan Jianan finally came back to her senses, a hint of excitement showing on her face.
"Song Qiao, where did you get this design concept? Honestly, this kind of concept that deviates from the current mainstream actually aligns perfectly with my own ideas. I feel like you're the one who's truly like a designer." Yuan Jianan had always had this design philosophy, but the market clearly didn't favor it at the moment, so her studio was mostly following the trend. Now, Song Qiao's idea made her feel like she had found a kindred spirit.
Song Qiao smiled and shook his head. "Don't flatter me, Jianan. I'm just saying it casually."
"No, this is absolutely a pioneering design concept." When it came to such matters, Yuan Jianan became almost ecstatic, completely engrossed. Song Qiao couldn't help but feel a sense of shock. He hadn't expected that his casual borrowing from a milk tea shop's trademark from his past life would surprise Yuan Jianan so much.
After a long silence, Yuan Jianan gradually calmed down. She looked at Song Qiao and said word by word, "Song Qiao, I will proceed according to these three requirements. Give me one week, and I promise to give you a satisfactory answer."