Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

Master Bei's professionalism impressed everyone present.

He Yuzhu, who was determined to become a "conscientious" capitalist, naturally could not refuse such a "good thing".

"Grandpa, thank you for your hard work. Please get in the car and we will go to the construction site now."

In fact, it was only Master Bei. If others dared to supplement the design based on other people's drawings without coming to conduct an on-site inspection, He Yuzhu would have rejected them long ago.

On the way to the construction site in Xicheng, the old man looked out the window intently, as if he wanted to remember everything he saw in his mind.

"Even though we travel thousands of miles away from overseas, in the end, our traditional architecture is still the most pleasing to the eye. However, the speed of human reproduction has slowly eroded the space for Chinese architecture to survive. In the future, there will be more and more high-rise buildings. They may seem prosperous, but in fact they are cages that restrict space, bind money and interests, and are cold and icy."

Master Bei may also feel that what he said was a bit too much.

He quickly smiled and explained: "It's just a momentary emotion, don't take it seriously, just treat it as a joke."

He Yuzhu was impressed by the old man's far-sighted vision. It didn't take many years, and all places were vying to build the "first skyscraper". They were competing with each other, getting married was more important than buying a house, and one house was for three generations. In order to repay the mortgage, they worked overtime and suffered various setbacks. It was easy for people to die while paying off the debts with the loans.

"Master Bei, I agree with your point of view. Although high-rise buildings are the general trend, I still hope that our traditional buildings can be preserved."

He Yuzhu's point of view was exactly what Master Bei wanted. Master Bei sighed and said, "Now I finally understand how deafening the hysterical cries of Mr. Liang and Mr. Lin were back then."

Putting aside the private lives of Liang and Lin, the two gentlemen admired He Yuzhu from the bottom of their hearts. They were much better than Li ** who only knew how to dig and not how to protect.

"Master Bei, I believe that the huge capital will still preserve the old alleys. This is the root of the old capital."

"Mr. He, I believe what you say. If there really comes a day like that, I can design for you again for free. However, this promise is only valid while I am still alive and can still hold a pen."

Master Bei has a very easy-going personality and everyone was amused by the old man's jokes.

He Yuzhu never thought that just by talking about the protection policy of future generations, he would get such an important promise from Master Bei. It was like gold falling from the sky.

"Master Bei, I am a very sincere person. I will take it seriously. I will wait until you are 100 years old and then invite you to come out of seclusion."

He Yuzhu's high EQ answer not only made the old man smile even more, but also made Bei Dingzhong, who came with the old man, give He Yuzhu a high evaluation in his heart. He somewhat understood why his father offered to design it for free when he heard that He Yuzhu wanted to revitalize traditional Chinese medicine. They both respect traditional culture.

"Mr. He, I'll wait for you to treat me, haha~ After all, I'm not immune to worldly matters, and I also have a heart that wants to live a hundred years."

"Master Bei, you can just call me Zhuzi. It sounds more friendly this way."

After spending some time together, Master Bei's impression of He Yuzhu improved even more, and he wanted to get closer to him, so he agreed.

"Zhu Zi, then don't call me Master anymore, just call me Old Man Bei."

"Old man, I don't dare to do that. I'd better call you Uncle Bei."

"That's fine. Anyway, you have to entertain me when I come to the capital next time. Otherwise, I will just stay at your house and not leave."

"Uncle Bei, I'd love to see that. It's settled between us two."

Master Bei's frankness made everyone relax, and along the way, everyone chatted with each other, making it a lively conversation.

Unconsciously, more than an hour's drive had passed, and after getting off the car, Master Bei looked at the leveled field.

"Zhu Zi, you guys are really fast. The field has been leveled. Looks like I'm the one holding you back again."

"Old man, these are just small jobs for us. You have to do the technical work."

The old man didn't waste any time and led a group of people to calculate the data, which took several days.

The old man is dedicated to his work, and for the sake of his health, He Yuzhu naturally accompanies him throughout the whole process and works as a part-time chef.

While taking a break, the old man also joked: "Zhu Zi, your cooking skills are amazing. When I return to the United States, I will eat junk food. I am afraid that one day I will not be able to eat it anymore."

"Uncle Bei, if you want to eat the food I cook, come back often. I'll give you as much as you want."

For the first time, Master Bei wanted to return to his home country to live, but he also understood that it would not be easy for him to come back. His family had already gotten used to living abroad, and the country was very unfamiliar to them.

"Zhu Zi, for your craftsmanship, I will definitely come back more often. If I do it more often, you won't charge me for it, will you?"

"Uncle Bei, that can't be possible. We Beijing men don't do such vulgar things."

After a short rest, the old man led his people to work again in full swing.

A few days later, the old man handed the revised drawings to He Yuzhu.

"Zhu Zi, I have accomplished my mission. The blueprint has been revised. I have some other trivial matters in Beijing, so I will stay at the Beijing Hotel for the time being. Zhu Zi, don't forget to call me when the work starts."

"Uncle Bei, you've worked hard this week. Don't worry, I'll drive to pick you up on the day you start work."

He Yuzhu drove Master Bei and his father to the Beijing Hotel, personally escorted them to their room, and then went to the front desk to renew the old man's reservation for a few nights before leaving.

He didn't go home either. Unknowingly, He Yuzhu also believed in metaphysics and followed Xu Damao to the home of a famous arithmetic master in the capital.

He Yuzhu first offered the master two packs of cigarettes, and then asked: "Master, could you please calculate an auspicious day for the start of work? How much would it cost?"

"Donor, how can we talk about money on such an auspicious day? It only costs ninety-nine yuan."

He Yuzhu didn't hesitate and directly took out a hundred yuan and put it into the merit box.

The master took a look and was delighted: "You are also a person who pursues perfection."

"I calculated that today is a good day one month from now."

When He Yuzhu heard this, he thought it was pure nonsense. He couldn't afford to wait for a month.

"Master, what if I want to start work within a week?"

"Donor, it's not that there is no way to crack it, but it requires some luck."

He Yuzhu thought that he was really a master of "fate", but since he was already here, he might as well reward him a little, so he put another hundred yuan into the merit box.

The master took a look, patted He Yuzhu's hand and said, "Donor, three days later will be a very auspicious day, and there are no taboos."

"Then I'll take your blessing, Master. If everything goes well, I'll come visit you again."