"But these diamonds and lace must be ironed on with professional tools. Even if we do all of this, it will take at least two hours. Time does not allow it now." Lin Xiaoxi looked at the man.

She likes beautiful little decorations, but they still have to do cutting and final fitting, so there is not enough time.

However, Ye Weiwei looked at the professional ironing machine, nodded and smiled: "You are responsible for the design and cutting, now leave the ironing work to me."

"Are you alone? How can this be done? This kind of workload is too much." Lin Xiaoxi shook her head.

Ye Weiwei raised her hand and said confidently: "Don't forget my hand speed."

"Isn't hand speed different from doing this?" Lin Xiaoxi was still worried.

"Just take a look and you'll know. Make other preparations first." As she said that, Ye Weiwei spread the first piece of cloth on the table, then grabbed a handful of rhinestones and began to iron the rhinestones on it with an ironing machine.

In fact, Ye Weiwei had done related work when she was in prison. Her hand speed at that time was already higher than that of normal people, let alone now.

At this moment, Ye Weiwei's hands were like machines, and it was so fast that people were amazed.

The other tables were all looking at Ye Weiwei. Many of them had their eyes wide open, as if they were looking at a monster.

Zhou Qi had seen workers with super fast hands, so she was not surprised by Ye Weiwei's hand speed, but she was jealous. She rolled her eyes and said angrily: "That's nothing, it's just...

Just like those workers, there is nothing advanced."

"Qiqi, have you ever seen someone as fast as her?" Nian Xinlan asked curiously.

Zhou Qi nodded, and even exaggerated: "I have seen many workers who are faster than her, and their work is more beautiful. This kind of work that relies on hand speed is usually a low-level and inconspicuous job."

The implication is that Ye Weiwei is humble and inconspicuous at the moment.

Nian Xinlan understood what Zhou Qi meant and said with a smile: "Also, maybe you haven't heard of it. My friend told me that most of the people in prison do this kind of thing."

The female prisoners do handmade beading and ironing, while the male prisoners make paper money packages and so on."

"Oh... then I understand. Ye Weiwei often does this kind of work in prison, and she is just familiar with it, so we don't need to envy her. It's useless to envy this kind of thing, don't you think?" Liu Xin said

Take a look at the people around you.

Everyone looked at each other and said nothing.

However, Qin Qiao walked towards Ye Weiwei without knowing whether to live or die. She crossed her arms, tilted her head and looked at Ye Weiwei arrogantly, and said with a smile: "How did I think you knew this? It turns out you learned it in prison. Sure enough...

Prison can allow a person to experience and grow. Ye Weiwei, it is not easy for you to be where you are today. You must cherish your current life and don't let everyone lament you."

"Hmph, if you can't speak, just go and stand next to her. You're here to act like a monster, or I'll beat you!" The man put down his pen and glanced at Qin Qiao angrily.

Ye Weiwei continued to concentrate on ironing and ignored Qin Qiao.

Qin Qiao just wanted to interrupt Ye Weiwei. She ignored the man and said to Ye Weiwei: "Oh... what's wrong with you? Just say something, otherwise I would have thought you were mute."

Ye Weiwei continued to ignore it.
Chapter completed!