Rebirth of the World’s Richest Man

  Chapter 722 Design Institute

   That night, Jiang Xiaobai and Zhao Xinyi ate at Zhao’s house.

  Han Lin came back from get off work and watched Jiang Xiaobai's return. She made a few dishes that Jiang Xiaobai loved.

  However, during the meal, Jiang Xiaobai and Zhao Gang did not mention the building of the building in a tacit understanding.

  I didn’t say anything about it, and I didn’t want them to worry about it.

  After dinner, Jiang Xiaobai and Zhao Xinyi went home.

  The next day, Zhao Xinyi continued to clean up the room. Song Weiguo came to Jiang’s house early in the morning with his things, and then took Jiang Xiaobai to the Provincial Design Institute.

  Such a large project, if you want to design it, of course, you have to go through a series of arguments, instead of just sitting at home and thinking about it.

  Even if it is a look, there must be a little something.

  "Dududu." The car drove to the door of the Provincial Design Institute.

  The guard opened the door and let it go. The Provincial Design Institute is Qingshui Yamen and also a provincial department.

  But in front of Crown Motors, not to mention the Provincial Design Institute, even the provincial government may be able to drive in.

  This is the advantage of a car, of course, this is also in this era, if it is placed in later generations.

  The car has entered thousands of households, and it is impossible to drive a car across the world.

  At the entrance of the office building of the Design Institute, Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo got out of the car, each in a straight suit, and a black leather bag under their arm.

  The meticulous combing of hair is completely different from the directors of other township enterprises or private enterprises at this time.

  In fact, Song Weiguo also has a pager, also known as the "BP" machine, which Song Weiguo bought in Magic City last year.

Song Weiguo regarded it as high-tech, and he wanted to buy one for Jiang Xiaobai, but Jiang Xiaobai refused.

  It's not that Jiang Xiaobai is accustomed to using the cell phone of later generations and looks down on the current pager, but there is no pager in Jin Province at this time.

  There is no paging station, the pager is just a waste, so why do you buy it?

  But Song Weiguo was like a baby, straddling his waist all day long.

  After Jiang Xiaobai’s repeated requests, he agreed to put it in his clothes and not to show it outside.

   "Bang bang bang." Jiang Xiaobai knocked on the office door.

  In an instant, several staff members in the office who were drinking tea and chatting turned their heads.

   Then watched Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo dressed up and stood up, and asked politely: "Two comrades, who are you looking for?"

   "Let me find the dean of our design institute, who can tell me?" Jiang Xiaobai said.

   "I'll take you there. The dean should be in the office on the third floor."

  A girl in her 20s stood up and said actively.

   Jiang Xiaobai nodded, thanked, and followed the girl upstairs.

   "Two comrades, where did you come from?" The girl asked while looking at Jiang Xiaobai.

After I asked Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo to answer, they said, "I went to the university in Yangcheng and came back from graduation this summer. Some of the bosses in Yangcheng wear this kind of suit and leather shoes. Rarely.

  But when I see you talking, you don’t have a Yangcheng accent, so I think it’s a bit strange..."

   "The university in Yangcheng, what university?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

   "South China Institute of Technology in Yangcheng." As the girl said. The chin was slightly raised, with a proud look.

   "South China Institute of Technology," Jiang Xiaobai muttered, feeling a little familiar, but still can't remember.

  At this time, the names of the predecessors of many famous universities in later generations were different, and they were not called universities, but colleges.

  Jiang Xiaobai, that can remember.

   "What major?" Jiang Xiaobai asked casually.

  The girl who was waiting for the compliment, was unable to reflect for a while, was stunned and said, "Architecture Department."

   "Oh, I went to Beijing Normal University in Beijing. My name is Jiang Xiaobai."

   Jiang Xiaobai introduced himself like this.

  The girls suddenly reduced the arrogance on their faces. After all, the status of the capital in people's hearts is different at this time.

  Song Weiguo was a little awkward. He was only a secondary school graduate, and he was still recommended, so I was so embarrassed to speak out.

  While speaking, a few people came to the door of the dean's office on the third floor.

  The office door was not closed, the girl knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man's voice came.

   "Please come in."

   "Dean Liang, these two comrades are here to look for you."

  After the girl finished speaking, Dean Liang nodded, and the girl backed out.

  "Two comrades, please sit down. Are you two?" Dean Liang asked as he poured water on the two.

  "We are Huaqing Holdings, and would like to ask our design institute to help design something." Jiang Xiaobai looked at the environment in the office and said casually.

   "Huaqing Holding Company" Dean Liang muttered. He hadn't heard of it before, but when he heard Jiang Xiaobai wanted to help design something.

  The warm pot I just lifted was put down again, then turned around and picked up the tea box on the table, and put a little tea in the two cups.

  Although it is said that Huaqing Holding Company has not heard of it, it seems that the two of them are quite strong in their outfits.

  Help design things, can you not give me some hard work?

  The design institute is a Qingshui yamen. There is basically no work at ordinary times. Even if there is, it is business-to-business. It should be designed well. If the design is not good, you will find trouble. Unlike other departments, mosquitoes are fleshy no matter how small.

   "What is the design?" Dean Liang again raised the kettle.

   "Architectural design, building, is it okay? Dean Liang." Jiang Xiaobai asked.

  The design at this time is still relatively simple. There are no well-known designs in China, and even if there are, they are concentrated in the capital.

   Dean Liang's hand trembled, and the thermos he was carrying almost didn't fall out. Architectural design, this is a big job, if you really do it well.

  It is said that the design institute may not worry about eating and drinking next year. At the end of the year, there will be bonuses and benefits.

   "Yes, yes, of course there is no problem. There is no problem with the strength of our design institute. Longcheng Department Store knows it, it is designed by our design institute..."

  Dean Liang said while carrying Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo on their backs and dumped the tea in their cups into the trash can.

   Then turned around and took out a treasured box of tea from the cabinet on the side, put it on the two of them, and made the tea.

  "This is Lu'an melon slices from a friend in Anhui Province, you can try it." Dean Liang said with a smile on Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo with eyes bordered by gold threads.

  However, the main focus was on Song Weiguo.

  Without him, Song Weiguo is a bit older, like a master, while Jiang Xiaobai is too young, looking like a secretary assistant or something like carrying a bag.

   But even so, Dean Liang is very polite to Jiang Xiaobai.

  (End of this chapter)