Are you crazy?Gao Leng's school belle blocked the male dormitory to give milk tea?

Are the kids these days already this awesome?
Some pictures I drew casually?

Can such words be said casually?
He picked up the water on the table and took a sip, suppressing the surprise in his heart.

Then asked again.

"Then what is your ideal studio style?"

Duan Jia will answer this question well.

Because he had consulted a lot of studio styles before, but none of them made him very satisfied, so he directly gave up designing those cookie-cutter styles on the Internet, and simply designed his own studio style.

"My studio should be full of life and yearning for life."

Duan Jia spoke slowly, not seeing the middle-aged man in front of him looking at him more and more appreciatively when he was talking.

"In fact, in general, I just hope that my studio can be different, and it should have a new look while attracting everyone."

"That's what I want."

After Wen Ziyun heard what the young boy said, he almost couldn't help standing up and applauding.

Look, this is the new generation of college students.

He himself also held art exhibitions, and he knew that now any cat or dog can hold art exhibitions or open studios casually.

Some people do it to pretend to be aggressive, and those rich people start to show their artistic quality when they are full and have nothing to do.

But its essence is still serving the capitalists, it's all about making money.

Of course, there are still some people who really opened the studio because of love.

But basically after opening a studio, there is no money for publicity and other things.

Finally had to close it.

So no one in the current market can truly serve art.

But just today, he saw it!
This boy who seemed to have just grown up in front of him made him see a different idea!

"Okay! Don't worry, just leave it to me, I guarantee you will be very satisfied in the end!"

Duan Jia also breathed a sigh of relief.

The requirements he just said sounded quite simple, but they were actually very abstract, and it was very difficult to transform abstract words into concrete things in reality, so Duan Jia wanted to find a top designer Design a studio for yourself.

This way he can rest assured.

"In this case, let's sign the contract." Duan Jia said directly.

Wen Ziyun was surprised, it seemed that he was indeed the second generation of the rich, otherwise how could he be able to paint and have money to open a studio, which shows that his family background must be unusual.

"no problem."

This is the second contract signed by Duan Jia today.

He's always been a go-getter.

If you can't do the sloppy routine, as long as the idea in your heart has emerged, you must implement it immediately.

"Mr. Duan, don't worry, as soon as I finish designing the drawings, I will send them to you immediately." Wen Ziyun said excitedly.

He sees this job as a challenge.

Because it had been a long time since there were any requests for him to think about.

In the past few years, his company has grown bigger and bigger, but in the same way, the people who come to him to design rooms are also some local tyrants, or local upstarts and other clients.

Most of their requirements are the same.

The bolder you look, the better!

So much so that he has recently begun to doubt the significance of starting this company in the first place.

But maybe God sent someone to save him today.

Here comes the young man!
My creative passion is back!
Duan Jia nodded after hearing this, and was about to agree, when she remembered something, she said, "By the way, I'm usually in class, so I might not reply to your message in time."

Sure enough, he is still a student.

I really saw it right.

Probably this is what people often say about being young and promising.

Think about when I was in college at 3, I knew to sleep in the dormitory and fall in love all day long.

"That...gossip, do you have a girlfriend?"

Duan Jia frowned, why did he suddenly ask himself this question.

But he still answered truthfully: "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he saw the man in front of him looking at him with a complicated expression.

Wen Ziming was still thinking just now, this person must not have a girlfriend, otherwise how would he have time to deal with these things.

But it turns out that good people are always good.

At the same age, some people have both career and beautiful women, while others are different.

Sure enough, that sentence is correct.

Life and death depend on fate and wealth!

Envy envy, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Who let others have this capital?

After the two said goodbye, Duan Jia went out.

Wen Ziyun was left alone in the office.

The woman who received Duan Jia just came in and asked gossipingly, "Mr. Wen, I just saw that young man go out, how is it? Has he paid the money?"

Wen Ziyun looked down at the documents on the table and ignored them.

Seeing his boss like this, the receptionist thought it was Duan Jia who hadn't paid the money, so he began to say eccentrically: "I knew that these poor students were deliberately making fun of us, and the first time I saw him, I knew that this person would definitely not be able to pay." From that money, 20, this is just the cost of the design, it is absolutely impossible for him to afford it!"

Wen Ziyun, who had been silent all this time, looked up at her, with no emotion in his tone: "I remember you have been in the company for two years, right?"

When the receptionist thought that his boss was going to give him a salary increase, he immediately replied: "Yes, yes, boss, you remember it really clearly."

Wen Ziyun didn't speak, he paused for a few seconds, and then said: "Go to the finance department this afternoon to collect your salary for the next three months, this is the company's compensation for you."

The waitress was taken aback, then stammered, "You...what do you mean?"

"It means that you are fired."

After Duan Jia came out of the decoration company, it was already dark.

He was just about to flag down a taxi when his cell phone rang.

"Hello, is this Duan Jia? You have made new progress today. If you have time, please come to the police station as soon as possible."

So fast?
The speed of the police station's work is really fast, and progress has been made in just one day.

So Duan Jia hurried to the police station.

15 minutes later.

"How is it?" Duan Jia ran in panting, and said to the police lady who received him today.

"Come with me."

Duan Jia followed her into a room.

"Do you know this man?" she asked.

Duan Jia followed her gaze and saw a young man.

To be precise, it was a young man who was about the same age as him, and seemed to be a few years older than him.

After seeing Duan Jia, his expressionless face was suddenly full of hatred.

Duan Jia frowned, then shook his head: "I don't know this person at all."

There were only so few people he knew in Kyoto, and he could count them on five fingers.

But today, I really don't have any impression of it.