Latent Syndrome

Chapter 16 16. New World

Harbor District, a high-rise office building with a wide view.

Full-wall floor-to-ceiling windows, minimalist black and white decoration and slightly curved wrought iron furnishings make this space look quite avant-garde.

Sitting on the writing chair was a very well-dressed man. Although it was not a designer suit, it was tailor-made by a tailor and every inch of fabric fit his body.

"I have memorized personality traits, physical characteristics, some clothing accessories, personal experiences and other characteristics, but there is still one thing that I am confused about, which is about the location. I'm sorry, this request is really long and I can't remember it. live."

It is really embarrassing to ask the customer to repeat the requirements, because the man in front of me has already said it once. Although he wrote it down with a pen, he still feels that he has missed some places.

“Born south of the Sahara, then smuggled east of the Mediterranean, retaining refugee status.”

Di Wei took a sip of water after saying the request once. He felt a little dry after telling such a long list.

The man in the suit wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. If this customer hadn't been so generous, with a deposit of 200,000 alliance coins, he would have been kicked out long ago.

He is one of the most well-known designers in Los Angeles. His business scope is not limited to visual identity manuals and high-end magazine layouts. Of course, these are all handled by assistants. His most professional specialty is the design of sculpture models for landmark artworks.

"To achieve the final effect you want, can you tell me what the purpose of this sculpture is?"

The man in the suit spoke slowly and elegantly.

"It is a kind of... um... image ambassador. It must show all the effects I just mentioned, and at the same time it must have a solemn and sacred feeling. It is best to have the kind of effect that can increase cohesion among members."

Di Wei thought about the wording and felt that the title of the object of worship was a bit too much. It seemed like a cult organization, but the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association did not engage in evil worship, and no one with a clear mind would do this.

"Sorry... solemn and sacred?"

The man in the suit suspected that he heard wrongly.

"Wow, you are discriminating."

Di Wei tapped his fingers on the table, accusing the man in the suit of his disgraceful behavior.

A sexy female assistant wearing stockings and a red dress next to her noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and quickly poured Di Biao a cup of black tea to alleviate his displeasure.

But for designers, negotiation is also a necessary professional skill.

"Mr. Di, I am just stating the objective facts with a rigorous attitude. For example, the constant injection of mineral oil to increase the arm circumference, or the everted sausage lips wearing lip nails, and the dreadlocks and other characteristics, what do you think? Will it feel solemn?"

The man in the suit tried to guide Di Biao with the most correct logic and prevent him from blaming himself for the inability to show the effect.

"Rigorous..." Di Wei pointed at the man in the suit, "I like this word. This is the attitude that an artist should have, a noble spirit of craftsmanship, not a hippie ruffian with long hair who shows off, then you What do you plan to do, and what are your initial ideas for this model?”

"The elements you mentioned are too complicated. I think it is impossible to embody them all while maintaining the structural beauty. I will dismantle these concepts and refine them..."

The man in the suit talked a lot, which was too lengthy.

However, Di Wei lost interest after listening for a while. He focused on his watch. It was already 2:10 pm.

Di Wei looked out at the city scene from the floor-to-ceiling window. From here, he could see the Stock Exchange a few kilometers away, but it did not collapse as expected. It still stood majestically, soaring into the sky.

"It obviously exploded...did those guys fail?"

Di Wei was a little annoyed, but he didn't delve too deeply into it. This was not even an appetizer for everything he was going to do next.

The man in the suit thought Di Wei was talking about design.

"Explosion? I'm really sorry, I didn't hear it clearly."

Men in suits are extremely serious.

"It's nothing, just some business matters."

Di Wei was a little absent-minded. The so-called image ambassador was just an entertainment activity, just for fun.

"Finally, regarding cohesion, can I know what occasion it is used for, such as an event to be held, or as a carrier of the main idea of ​​an organization."

The man in the suit wanted to try his best to complete this thing. Although it did feel a bit ridiculous at first, with the huge design fee and the unprecedented design requirements, for some reason, he gradually found it interesting and challenging.

"It's a... non-profit organization, Testicular Cancer Support Association."

Di Wei was about to leave. He needed to know if those bastards were dead. It would be too bad if they were caught by the Countermeasures Bureau and tortured to get some information.

"Can I understand that by an organization like Alcoholics Anonymous?"

The man in the suit thought this might be a breakthrough.

"More or less, it's just a group of people getting together to carry out some charity activities."

Di Wei patted the man in the suit on the shoulder and said, "You must design carefully, otherwise, I may kill you."

"You really know how to joke."

The man in the suit was ashamed, but this did put some pressure on him.

Say it.

Di Wei quickly walked away, left the studio, and closed the door.

"call……"

This made the man in the suit relax. Although he had been acting calm just now, he always felt that this was different from the previous wealthy client. He actually gave him a feeling of... a desperado.

Click.

There was a sudden turning sound from the doorknob, and Di Biao walked in again.

Man in suit: "..."

"Do you have any questions? Mr. Di."

The man in the suit immediately sat upright.

Di Wei clicked his tongue, he often does this, usually he will find a good place.

"I need to calm down now." Di Wei clasped his hands, shaking them up and down and making indecent gestures. "Can I borrow the bathroom? I want to have a sex myself."

Both the man in suit and the sexy female assistant were stunned and shocked.

"Um..." The man in the suit pondered for two or three seconds without regaining consciousness. He shook his head to clear his mind and then said: "Lily, go and help... this gentleman."

This female assistant was an industry insider, and the man in the suit asked her to be his assistant just to entertain some big clients.

The sexy assistant unbuttoned a button on her chest and walked slowly towards Di Biao.

"No, you misunderstood. This is just a personal hobby and has nothing to do with sex."

Di Wei said seriously.

The sexy assistant looked confused.

"No offense, you're beautiful."

Di Wei took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it.

The man in the suit finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most, although it was a bit sensitive and related to the privacy of the guest.

"Using something like this as a carrier of consciousness, do you want to... fight against something?"

Although it is very inappropriate to bring it up at this time.

It was Di Wei who answered him seriously.

"Confrontation is useless."

"The best way is not to fight, because what you fight will only follow you longer, making it stronger."

“Only by leaving everything behind can we move on.”

"Suddenly, you will find that ordinary things have become omnipotent hints, the meaning hidden behind everything suddenly becomes clear, and everything becomes profound."

"The old world that I felt in the past is just a passing person."

Di Wei walked to the desk, took away three pieces of toilet paper, turned and left.

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(Prologue·Visitors from the Abyss·End)