World-class infrastructure maniac

The voice of the phone is clear and echoes in the quiet conference room.

Xia Yingjie did not expect this young man to be so straightforward.

With a pale face, he frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Doubting your eligibility to sit at the site of the South Sea Tunnel Project."

Li Feng has always been merciless towards this kind of guy, and Xia Yingjie has infinitely lowered his impression of Baodao Academia Sinica.

"I heard what you said, there is no professionalism at all. But anyone who knows a little bit of politeness and knowledge knows not to expose their ignorance."

His calm words instantly ignited Xia Yingjie's anger.

This Baodao architect took the case and spoke out for his "professionalism"——

"I am a special architect of Academia Sinica! Let me tell you, I have designed Xinlan Bridge, Gaojin Tunnel, and the five-star hotel in Taiwan. The buildings I have won the highest architectural award in Asia! "

He threw out a bunch of works to prove his worth.

Just by the name, Li Feng knows that this architect has spent his whole life wandering around the small treasure island, and has never set foot in the wider world.

He put down the mouse, stood up straight and looked at Xia Yingjie's arrogant expression.

This person seems to think that bringing out some small island architectural works and an unheard of water award can represent that he is very professional.

But Lufeng didn't even have the slightest intention of cheering.

He walked straight down from the podium and sighed lightly: "These buildings were not built by you alone."

"Who said it wasn't!" Xia Yingjie was furious, "Of course I built it by myself!"

The guy who speaks amazingly doesn't know what he said wrong.

Li Feng glanced at him, showing pity for the "great" architect of a small place.

"Oh." Li Feng was noncommittal, and praised, "Then you are really an amazing Baodao person, and you are a construction team alone."

There was no hiding the laughter at the venue.

The main reason was that Qu Fei had a loud voice and laughed so hard that he never thought of saving face for Xia Yingjie.

Xia Yingjie was completely taken aback. Li Feng's words seemed to be praising him, but seeing Qu Fei who was smiling unabashedly at the venue, he recalled that Li Feng's words seemed to contain mockery.

Lu Feng had already left the podium, and he didn't pay attention to Xia Yingjie at all.

His calm attitude made Xia Yingjie feel a great humiliation for no reason, and he had to find someone to make decisions for him.

Xia Yingjie immediately shouted: "Peng Ju, I will definitely vote against it. What does this person mean? How amazing are the people from the National Design Institute? That's his attitude!"

Peng Tongfang, who was watching from the sidelines, was watching the excitement when he was suddenly redirected, almost unable to hold back his smile.

"Ahem." As a mature chairman of the committee, Peng Tongfang made a decisive decision to maintain the friendship between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait.

"Attitude or something, let's put it aside for now. Thank you for your explanation. Now, please stay with the committee members, and let the others go out first. We need to vote internally."

He seemed to comfort Xia Yingjie, but also seemed to give Xia Yingjie a step down, "After the internal vote, Architect Xia, you can speak freely, talk about your feelings, and talk about your professional opinions in detail."

The word "professional" has an accent, which Xia Yingjie thinks is approval.

Qu Fei thought it was a double mockery.

He stood up hehehe, feeling extremely refreshed.

"Xia Yingjie, then show off your professionalism. I'll wait to see how professional your professional voting is."

The word "professional" put him in a good mood.

Qu Fei didn't care how ashamed and angry Xia Yingjie's face was, snapped his fingers, and led the designers out to get some fresh air.

The matter of the South China Sea Tunnel must always be resolved through a vote by the committee behind closed doors.

However, even if Qu Fei did not have the right to vote, his happiness can be clearly seen from his smirking expression with a cigarette in his mouth.

Not only did he see the solemn cross-sea bridge, he also saw the sissy he hated the most.

"Awesome, lawyer, you are really amazing." Qu Fei's cigarette ash was shaking wildly, his heart was full of joy, and he was not stingy with his praise.

"In such a short period of time, you have prepared so well. I can't understand many things. I am willing to bow down."

Lu Feng glanced at Qu Fei's Jianghu habit of holding cigarettes and fists, and stepped back a little, leaning against the railing to avoid flying soot.

He replied politely: "I didn't prepare it specially for the cross-sea bridge, because the National Academy of Sciences, the Construction Group, and the Research Institute have always cooperated. Many experimental data are ready-made, and the cross-sea bridge can also be used. I will cooperate with you. The unit has applied for it."

The sea-crossing bridge needs to be stable, wind-resistant, earthquake-proof and corrosion-resistant, which overlaps with the needs of the Wuqueshan Bridge.

As long as Lvfeng applies to the cooperative unit, the other party will not be unwilling to provide it.

For the construction of the motherland's bridges, all the strugglers who have studied bridge engineering can't wait to do their best.

The reference data they produced often made Lifeng amazed at their pioneering creativity.

Carbon steel, empty pipe steel, hot rolled steel, alloy steel.

Even the new type of environmentally friendly and low-consumption steel is not difficult for this group of experimenters who are keen on building materials research.

Research institutes and construction groups can always turn decay into miracles, transforming the reinforced concrete that can be seen everywhere into the most suitable appearance for Chinese bridges.

Leaning on the railing, he kept thinking of the old and steady Baodao representative under the podium.

Compared with the young people of the new era like Xia Yingjie, those older generations were more like children who cared about the motherland.

Although they were silent, seeing the familiar symbol of the motherland, they still couldn't hide their enthusiasm and emotion, and couldn't hide their pride for the powerful motherland.

The hollowed-out hexagonal triangle originated from the ancient wooden door in China.

Just like the older generation of Baodao people with white hair and silver hair, although they are old but young, they have a fresh energy that can't be told.

With these people around, he didn't worry about his design being rejected at all.

If Xia Yingjie, who is like a clown, can lead the South China Sea Tunnel project, then he would look down on the motherland's control and planning of the South China Sea Strait.

While they were waiting for the committee to vote, Qu Fei stood aside, shaking his cigarette ash and laughing at Xia Yingjie and a group of useless elites from the Island Research Institute.

And Li Feng happily looked at the distant coast, took out his mobile phone, and took a picture of the endless blue ocean.

He casually clicked on the chat box and sent the photo.

"Look, sea. [image]"

Soon, the message got a reply: "Are you done?"

Yin Yiqiao's words are always gentle and peaceful that is hard to describe.

Facing the wind, he squinted his eyes slightly and typed the words.

"There is still a while, waiting for the result."

It sounds like an interview scene, waiting for the judges to score.

Yin Yiqiao quickly asserted, "Then I will congratulate you in advance, your wish has come true."

Li Feng raised the corners of his lips, unable to restrain the warmth in his heart.

From preparing the design of the cross-sea bridge to setting off alone to the site of the South China Sea Tunnel project, he never talked to Yin Yiqiao about the project.

But his senior brother is still gentle and determined, no matter what kind of difficult project he chooses, he will definitely get his wish.

"Hey, is this chatting with your girlfriend? The smile is so sweet."

When Lu Feng raised his eyes a little, he could see Qu Fei with a cigarette in his mouth, with a playful expression, full of envy and hatred of an old bachelor.

Lu Feng didn't answer, but Qu Fei knew him well and handed him cigarettes.

"No, thank you."

Qu Fei took back the cigarette he handed out in some surprise, and extinguished the cigarette butt at his fingertips.

He asked curiously, "Then do you drink?"

"Don't drink."

"I guess you don't play cards either?"

Li Feng nodded, propped his chin, and was so well-behaved that he didn't look like a designer who could stay at the Wuqueshan Bridge construction site for a year or two.

Qu Fei's eyes widened, "Damn, don't smoke, drink or play cards, no wonder you have a girlfriend!"

The topic of a single designer is always inseparable from alcohol and tobacco licenses and girlfriends.

Although Lifeng doesn't have a girlfriend, he readily acquiesces to the fact that he has family members.

Lu Feng was in a good mood, and he dealt a devastating blow, "Qu Gong, if you are reliable, you should have a girlfriend by now."

Older singles are condemned by conscience.

Qu Fei, who had transmitted the wrong data, instantly realized——

In Lufeng, being unreliable has become a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

He was very embarrassed and very sour.

Why did Li Feng do a good job of designing at a young age, won the favor of his teacher and father, and could still have hair without the singles? !

"Actually, I'm generally reliable..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the meeting room had already been opened. Xia Yingjie rushed out first. When he saw the group of guys waiting for the results at the door, he immediately rolled his noble eyes and left angrily.

So angry, it must be done!

Qu Fei didn't care about explaining anything, so he hurried forward to find his master.

"Master, how is it?" He had a premonition in his heart, and still wanted Weng Cheng to nod his head first.

Weng Cheng put his hands behind his back, adjusted his glasses, and said with a smile, "What do you need to ask? Have you learned anything today? What does it mean that knowledge is more powerful than fists?"

There was a gratifying smile on his face, and he didn't show mercy when he hurt his apprentice.

Qu Fei, who used to fight with Xia Yingjie in meetings, didn't bother to argue anymore, and turned around and shouted at a group of designers and engineers, "It's done!"

They have participated in the Nanhai Tunnel project for nearly half a year, and the design drawings and engineering drawings have been revised and revised, and they have been struggling with the architects of the Island Research Institute.

Now, the word "It's done", like a stuck gear, finally crushed the obstacle and took a big step forward.

"Mr. Weng, can we draw the construction drawings?"

"When will the database be opened, and which segment shall we start with?"

"The bridge was designed by a lawyer, right? Is the tunnel our tunnel?"

For designers who have been waiting for a long time, questions flood in like waves.

Weng Chengxian said with a smile: "Start with the design drawing of the Pengzhou Islands Cross-sea Bridge, and then draw up the blueprint section by section, and then submit it to the higher authorities for review."

After deciding on the direction of his work, he looked at Li Feng, who was standing outside the crowd, and raised his hand to pat his apprentice with emotion.

"Qu Fei, do you know what to do?"

"It's clear!" Qu Fei slapped his palms, very refreshingly, "Long Gong, let's go, we'll give you a whole grand welcome party!"

The answer was unexpected, Weng Chengxian's eyes widened with anger, and he slapped Qu Fei hard on the back.

"Little bastard, I'm telling you to quickly give the detailed data of the South China Sea to Lufeng, and lead the project team to make a complete design!"

We still have to hold a welcome party.

Everyone had a simple meal, sat at the dining table and applauded to welcome Lifeng to join, and sat back to the project office that night to start the segmental drawing of the complete design drawing.

The bridge design of Lufeng can only be regarded as a preliminary concept "for reference only".

Because the real and accurate data of the South China Sea are strictly stored in the design room of the project team, and no one can access it except the designers who directly participate in the drawing.

The data of the Island Research Institute is the data of the Island Research Institute.

The data of the State Council is the data of the State Council.

Sitting in the design room, Qu Fei told Lufeng frankly and directly, "You are invited to make a design proposal. On the one hand, it is the strong request of the committee representatives, and on the other hand, we want to see what the data provided by the Island Research Institute are really like."

"But I didn't expect...they actually had bad intentions from the beginning."

The intention of friendly and sincere cooperation was interrupted by the behavior of the Island Research Institute.

As the chief engineer, Weng Chengxian had already reported all the situation upwards and got a new work arrangement.

They will guarantee friendly cooperation on the surface, but in fact, the National Design Institute undertakes all key drawings.

The most critical data in the South China Sea are directly provided by specialized national departments for bridge and tunnel design.

Therefore, the Island Research Institute hid the data of the South China Sea measured by itself like a treasure.

As soon as the State Council issued a report, they got the really accurate parameters.

It accurately marked the channel that the South China Sea Fleet needs to reserve, unreservedly showing the true situation of this strategic sea area.

The design interior is smoky, and there are not a few people who smoke and draw pictures.

For the first time, this group of designers, who had been tortured by various meetings of the committee, was able to consider the design of the bridge in peace and tranquility, drinking tea and smoking while each was responsible for the blueprints in hand.

They disassembled the design drawing of Rhythm and made specific data corrections.

After a few connecting lines, the iron-gray majestic bridge can be accurately marked on the waves of the South China Sea.

While smoking a cigarette, Qu Fei explained to Lu Feng the unfamiliar detailed maritime chart in his hand.

A special avoidance area is clearly marked on it, and only this group of people can touch it.

"This is something that the Island Research Institute will never be able to touch in this life. You see, this section is a bridge, and this section is a tunnel."

Qu Fei slid his finger across the map, his eyes focused carefully, "Under our bridge, we must pass through submarines and fishing boats, and above our tunnels, we must also pass through aircraft carriers and warships."

The strait is just a short one on the map, but in reality it is a 135-kilometer-long azure sea.

Their South China Sea Tunnel needs to cross this important strait, not only to connect the mainland and Treasure Island, but also to ensure the smooth flow of the South China Sea.

Qu Fei didn't understand the experimental analysis of Lufeng.

But he knows how to avoid surges and faults, minimize the impact on normal shipping in the South China Sea, and build a stable and reliable bridge.

The two continued to collaborate in the smoky design room.

Lu Feng doesn't talk much, and he doesn't ask too many questions. Qu Fei always feels that he is too quiet and too focused, making him daunting.

Finally, after they carefully planned the Pengzhou Islands, Qu Fei held a cigarette between his fingers, scratched his short hair, and asked what he had always wanted to ask.

"Lu Feng, what do you think of our country's decision to build the South China Sea Tunnel?"

Concentrating on adjusting the design parameters of the rhythm, he turned his eyes and stared at Qu Fei.

This wild fellow who likes to smoke and drink always talks as much as he does.

"You are not satisfied?" Li Feng keenly caught the meaning of his words.

"I'm a little dissatisfied." Qu Fei let out a puff of smoke, recalling what Master said in his mind.

The older generation always has many reasons and many expectations.

But he is pragmatic by nature, and he feels that it is impossible for Li Feng to be so young, as his master said, not to ask "why" he asked.

The design room was ringing with the sound of mouse and keyboard, as well as the communication and discussion of designers.

Qu Fei extinguished his cigarette, took a sip of tea and said, "Don't you think people like Xia Yingjie are annoying? This tunnel is completely for the benefit of Treasure Island and this group of people who don't know what to do. It also involves island-owned enterprises." Make money. No matter how I think about it... I think it's a loss-making business."

Lu Feng carefully studied Qu Fei's expression.

He didn't mean to oppose or deny this tunnel, but he carried a kind of resentment common to ordinary people.

Unwilling to work hard to benefit the unworthy.

I am not reconciled to the large amount of funds from the motherland, which has been invested in huge projects that have not received actual returns.

"It's very annoying." Lu Feng thought of the noisy Xia Yingjie.

There are so many self-righteous "heroes" on Treasure Island, who will always stick to one side, and their shallow knowledge confines their cognitive direction.

Sitting in the sky and watching the sky, arrogant and conceited.

But he thinks...

"It's because of the disgust that this tunnel should exist."

Li Feng picked up the pen and lightly crossed the blue strait between the mainland and Taiwan. He said: "It is a tunnel and a bridge. After it is completed, it will be the most convenient high-speed passage connecting the two sides of the strait. It can intuitively declare to the world that this is our The island will never allow any hostile forces to covet it, nor will it allow any form of division."

In front of Lufeng's eyes was a simple black and white design drawing, but what he was thinking of was a majestic and solemn bridge across the sea like a fleet of warships.

"When the bridge is built, the children of Baodao will know—"

"This is the world's first sea-crossing bridge built by the great motherland."

"It is also a channel to lead Baodao's economy to take off and give them a happy life."

"Compared to pale propaganda terms, this sense of honor and pride that has been established since childhood is the best way to teach by example."

Li Feng's words were so lofty that they didn't seem like the thoughts of a young man who grew up in a peaceful age like him.

Qu Fei even suspects that Lu Feng is an old man who has experienced the hardships of Weng Chengxian. He has lived forever and is about to witness the next proud century.

But Lufeng is different from Master's pure imagination.

He's sharper, more straightforward, and knows exactly what he's doing and why.

"You are really..." Qu Fei frowned, "You are sober beyond my imagination."

Li Feng looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Your imagination?"

"I imagined that you were enthusiastic and dedicated to serving the motherland. It was pure enthusiasm to build the South China Sea Tunnel. Unexpectedly, you had a broader future in mind, and even arranged for the ideological education of the next generation of the motherland."

Qu Fei smiled brightly, "However, you missed a little bit."

Qu Fei propped his chin, stared at the bridge design, and said: "This is not only a bridge built by the great motherland to lead the economic development of Baodao, but also a bridge that people with ulterior motives are afraid of."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, happily reminiscing Xia Yingjie's pale face from being frightened by the South China Sea Fleet.

"When they see this bridge, they will think of the powerful guards of the motherland, and they are forced to restrain their shameful thoughts and dare not speak out."

"At that time, I must suggest that those who manage the bridge use tweeters to play songs at the bridgehead every day."

He giggled, his complacent look carried a strong evil taste.

Lu Feng had never heard of such a strange request, he guessed: "Play the national anthem?"

"No, no, no." Qu Fei raised his index finger and shook it meaningfully, "It should be—"

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind."