World-class infrastructure maniac

From May to June in Jincheng City, it starts to be hot and humid.

Li Feng sat on the swaying boat and looked at the sky. It was a bit cloudy, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Crossing the river in this gloomy weather, the turbulent water is churning, and with the motor controlled by the boatman, a pool of white waves is stirred up.

The hull of the boat swung suddenly, and the tip of Li Feng's pen slipped.

Crooked.

The slightly skewed short black lines break the balance of the sketch.

He frowned and stopped writing, the hull of the boat shook more and more, staring at Yuejiang in a daze.

The familiar Qingshiya port is close at hand.

Wait another month, and a blue plastic board room will be built here, and safety warning signs for construction will be erected.

In half a year, a bridge designed by him will be able to cross the river and connect the two banks, connecting isolated villages with modern cities, completely solving the traffic problem in the river-crossing area, and improving the old and backward appearance of the entire area.

Thinking of this, Li Feng felt much more relaxed, and started to write again, extending the crooked short black line as he wished.

After a few strokes, a series of antique-style buildings appeared on the white paper, just as the developer Tenglong Group promised, to replace the existing dilapidated low buildings across the river.

He described the scene of buildings crossing the river in the future, and his phone vibrated.

Lin Yiqi, the small boss of his Quanxin Architectural Design Company.

Also his classmate for many years.

The call was finally connected, and Lin Yiqi was so anxious that he asked, "Brother Feng, where are you? I'll pick you up right away!"

"I'm crossing the river." Li Feng glanced at the unfinished houses in the sketchbook, "Tell me if you have something to do, I'll hang up if it's nothing."

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, it's a big deal!" Lin Yiqi almost screamed, fully understanding Lu Feng's temper, "You must attend this seminar of Tenglong Group!"

A river wind blew through the dull air.

Lufeng raised his hand and brushed his forehead hair, and replied annoyedly: "Didn't you say that this time Tenglong Group can't afford to offend, and I'm afraid I'll offend Party A again on the spur of the moment, so don't go? Mr. Chen is an experienced teacher , more reliable than me..."

"Brother! I didn't say that!" Lin Yiqi would cry if he had to kneel down in front of Lu Feng.

"Mr. Chen told me that a new director was airborne this time. He was not picky about the design of the cross-river bridge. He really couldn't convince the other party. In the end, the British experts invited by Party A said they wanted to meet the real designer!"

Li Feng frowned when he heard Lin Yiqi crying on the other end of the phone.

"British experts?" He closed his sketchbook, "Pick me up at the port of Qingshiya."

The Yuejiang area was assigned to Tenglong Group as the tourism development land of Jincheng City. According to the urban planning process, in five to ten years, the Yuejiang area will become the new economic center of Jincheng City.

A cross-river crossed the hinterland of the new economic center, so Tenglong Group publicly invited bids for the design of a "cross-river bridge" with a project budget of 7000 million.

7000 million is too little for a bridge.

The designs given by most companies are framed within the limit of 7000 million, appearing featureless and mediocre.

Only Lufeng's top-supporting arch bridge design stood out and won the bid in one fell swoop. We will wait for the follow-up to discuss the plan.

However, Director Meng, who was airborne, was obviously extremely dissatisfied with this design.

When Lifeng got into the car, the Lin brand beeping machine kept ringing in his ear.

"I've inquired about it. That Meng Xiaofei is a British sea turtle. He studied finance and economics, but he doesn't understand architecture at all!"

"He dared to point fingers at the seminar as a layman. Why didn't the engineers of Tenglong Group jump up and beat him?"

"And the British expert they hired is Stephen Leant! Damn, even a big guy like Leant can't see how good Brother Feng's design is? I suspect they hired a fake one."

Lin Yiqi imagined and complained in various ways, while the people around him looked at the design drawings in silence.

He was anxious, "Brother Feng, you should say something!"

"You are noisy."

Li Feng responded cooperatively, and his eyes were still focused on the cross-river bridge in his hand.

The pattern is regular and there is no error.

The arc of the upward arch bridge falls smoothly and beautifully on the paper, adding the advantages of saving time, labor and materials for this design.

Such a design is the optimal solution for the cross-river bridge with a budget of 7000 million yuan.

If they were singled out now, Tenglong Group would never be able to find a better design solution than his, and the cost would be at least over [-] million.

Lin Qi drove the car wildly in the hazy weather.

The car was silent and quiet, and he didn't even turn on the music in the car, lest he disturb Li Feng's deep thinking.

He didn't dare to speak too much, but his face was full of words: what should I do, what should I do, what should I do?

Every stop at a red light, I will look over with worried eyes.

Li Feng was so noisy.

Finally, Lu Feng tapped on the design drawing with a pen between his fingers, "Listen to what they say first."

Tenglong Group is one of the best construction and development companies in the country, even if it is a branch in Jincheng City, the building looks magnificent.

The conference room was already filled with more than a dozen people, and the atmosphere was so dignified that the whispers around were tormenting.

When Lifeng arrived at the venue, they were chatting about bridges in a relaxed manner.

A young man spoke high-pitched English, running through the conference room excitedly, full of desire to express himself.

"I know this! The best representative of the suspension bridge is the Manslowton Bridge in England. If you have the opportunity to go to England, you must see the scenery of the Manslowton Bridge. The great building of more than 100 years stands still, it is simply human The miracle and milestone of architectural civilization is the pride in the history of bridges, and those who engage in architecture like us can learn the advanced British architectural technology."

When Li Feng heard this sentence, he almost suspected that he heard it wrong.

When he was studying in the UK, he did not know how many similar words he heard.

Those guys who yearn for the UK, touting the British chivalry and praising the British gentleman's proud tone, will never lose to the person on the scene.

The other party showed off the expression of British bridges, as if Britain had become an ancient civilization in the world, and famous bridges all over the world were printed with the label "Made in UK".

However, the Manslowton Bridge he speaks of...

Before Li Feng could raise any questions, the designer Chen An who came to the scene instead of him rushed over eagerly and exchanged information quietly.

Chen An pointed to the talkative young man, "It's the rich second generation, Meng Xiaofei, who came back from studying in the UK, and he sees people as inferior."

Ah, sure enough.

Li Feng was not surprised at all that the opponent was a sea turtle.

But Chen An's attitude of gnashing his teeth made him unbelievable.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen, who is calm, made such comments.

It is enough to show how annoying this eloquent Director Meng is.

However, Director Meng, who is suspected by others, is still boasting.

"When I stood at the head of the Manslowton Bridge, I could feel the coldness of the river and the warmth of the buildings. British bridges carry profound historical connotations, which are completely different from the reinforced concrete bridges around us. Perhaps, this is the world. The charm of the first suspension bridge—”

With pride and praise on his face, he was about to express his emotions in depth when he was interrupted by a clear and elegant sentence.

"Indeed."

"?" Meng Xiaofei looked around and saw a strange and handsome young man.

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and his relaxed expression was out of tune with the participants in suits and leather shoes around him.

But he walked steadily and walked over with a smile.

"Manslowton Bridge, as an excellent suspension bridge in the UK, is enough to be recorded in the annals of history. In 1826, it flew across the banks of the Weir River. With its unique construction method and practicality, it became the benchmark of suspension bridges at that time, and it was also known as the "era of the times." The New Miracle'."

Meng Xiaofei praised this sensible young man in his heart. Sure enough, there are people who understand British miracles like him!

However, Lu Feng changed the subject, tilted his head slightly, and added distressedly: "If——it didn't collapse five years after it was built, it would definitely become the pride of Britain as you said."

"Collapsed?" The participants who listened to Meng Xiaofei's blowing water touched their chins.

"How did it collapse?" A low-key engineer would also be interested in such a topic.

"Isn't it a century-old bridge?" someone with doubts asked, "How many anniversary celebrations did I remember?"

In the low and noisy conference room, Meng Xiaofei's back was stiff.

"Collapsed? How is it possible!" He rarely lost his proud British composure. "I have personally been to Manslowton Bridge. Its magnificent body spans the river. I definitely remember it correctly!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately turned his head to look at the British expert beside him, "Mr. Lyant, you are right!"

British bridge expert Stephen Laingt, who was asked by Meng Xiaofei for help, was suddenly taken aback.

"Huh?" He withdrew his blue eyes from Li Feng, trying to understand Meng Xiaofei's words.

In fact, he was not interested in this kind of general topic of travel experience told by laymen, and he didn't listen to Meng Xiaofei's flattery very seriously.

"Manslowton Bridge...Manslowton..." The middle-aged English gentleman struggled to remember, "Ah, it has indeed collapsed."

Meng Xiaofei was surprised when he heard the words, "How could it be? When I was studying in the UK, I went there myself!"

The unsolved mystery that the collapsed bridge is still alive makes Leant especially puzzled.

"Well, maybe you have been to Manslowton Bridge? Or Marchlorton Bridge?" Liont spread his hands apologetically, explaining helplessly and sincerely, "However, Manslowton Bridge did collapse, because the little The little bent bolt...that was an unfortunate tragedy and we should always remember it, as you did."

The British gave Meng Xiaofei the perfect step, but they couldn't stop the participants from snickering.

——Oh, it turns out that what Meng Xiaofei was blowing just now is this.

——It is really strange that the fallen English bridge can still be summoned by people.

——It turned out that the anniversary I remembered was another bridge, haha.

Meng Xiaofei was full of embarrassment, and couldn't hold back his face.

However, Li Feng didn't notice it, and went straight to the front desk, clicked the mouse lightly, and removed the PPT used by Chen An to explain, and was about to replace it with the things he brought.

Meng Xiaofei frowned, looked Lu Feng up and down, "Who are you?"

This question was not polite, Lin Yiqi who was standing beside raised his eyebrows, and replied loudly: "Lu Feng, the designer of our wholehearted architectural design company is also the designer of the cross-river bridge!"

The momentum is amazing and the tone is firm.

"Designer?" Meng Xiaofei didn't believe it.

This person is under 25 years old, wearing short sleeves and jeans, how can he design a bridge?

He sneered contemptuously and said, "Your architects who are dedicated to building... have such a perfunctory attitude?"

"Huh?" Standing on the stage, Lifeng held the mouse in his hand, his eyes full of confusion.

Hearing too much that others think he is young, and this is the first time I heard that others think he is perfunctory.

A soft hum made Meng Xiaofei's back tremble.

The young designer's eyes were dark and deep, and the luster revealed in the calmness carried the indifference that Meng Xiaofei had never felt before.

He straightened his neck and continued to reprimand with a sullen face: "When you attend important seminars, you dress so casually, how can people trust you? At important conferences in the UK, everyone will wear formal suits and ties to show respect!"

Meng Xiaofei's words caused a deep commotion in the conference room.

Many people present embarrassedly straightened their jackets and tracksuits, and exchanged glances with those sitting next to them.

——What happened to Mr. Meng's son?

—Young people are like this.

Meng Xiaofei was unaware of their dissatisfaction, and arrogantly raised his head, waiting for Li Feng to apologize for being disheveled.

He thought that Li Feng would be like all Party B, bowing his knees, apologizing and smiling, and waiting respectfully for his forgiveness.

However, Li Feng raised his eyebrows clearly, stretched his hand to the side, "tie."

Lin Yiqi, who helped transfer the data, quickly stood up straight, removed his neat tie, and handed it over excitedly.

The knuckles of the fingers that received the striped and colored tie were sharp, and Li Feng quickly and skillfully tied this tie, which symbolizes "seriousness and seriousness", into a beautiful Windsor knot.

He pushed the tie up to his neckline with impeccable grace.

Lin Yiqi, who was waiting next to him, had already shaken out his suit jacket, and helped him unfold the cuffs respectfully.

The young designer, who was on vacation just now, put on his suit slowly.

The moment the expensive cloth was flattened, there was a crisp sound in the quiet room.

Li Feng buttoned up his suit and paired it with dark jeans, which seemed to be another kind of elegant fashion. No one would think that he was not dignified.

He clicked the mouse lightly, and the screen turned back on, the ink-like lines spread out, and the bright skeleton quickly extended on the white paper.

An upward arch bridge, like a majestic behemoth brought by the wind, straddles the two ends of the projection screen majesticly.

The young designer raised his head, and the cold light from the screen shone on his profile, his eyes were dark and bright.

"Because I've never been trusted with clothes."