Inheriting a building, I became the richest man

Qi Jun's office is simple and elegant, and the shelves on one wall are full of conceptual models and corresponding design drawings of Qi Jun's architectural works since he joined the industry.

Xiao Meng was attracted by those models and manuscripts as soon as he entered the house. He has studied each of Qi Jun's works thousands of times, but seeing these works in the author's creative environment is another kind of more direct shock.

It's like a mortal broke into God's creation base.

Qi Jun is a god, and Xiao Meng is convinced again.

"Is it okay to drink tea?" Qi Jun turned on the smart water heating panel, "If you want to drink coffee, you can also ask the assistant to bring it over."

Xiao Meng turned around and saw Qi Jun sitting on the sofa, scalding a set of purple sand tea sets that looked very old with boiling water.

Xiao Meng always stays up late to catch up on manuscripts. In fact, he is more used to drinking coffee, but this is the tea made by Qi Shen with his golden hands who have created countless masterpieces...

"Tea." Xiao Meng said without hesitation, "Thank you."

Xiao Meng reluctantly left the wall, sat across from Qi Jun, and stared intently at Qi Jun's hand operating the tea set.

Qi Jun's hands are the most beautiful pair of male hands that Xiao has ever dreamed of. Qi Jun's complexion is very fair, and the hands are even fairer. The fingers are slender and delicate, and even the undulating outline of each joint is beautiful.

This is the hand of the world's top architectural artist, Xiao Meng.

Just looking at these hands, Xiao Meng's heart beat a little faster, and he couldn't wait to see Qi Jun draw with these hands.

Qi Jun's operation of making tea is professional and meticulous. It can be seen that he is a rigorous person. He uses his slender fingers to carry a small purple sand teacup, and puts a cup of fragrant tea in front of Xiao Meng.

Xiao Meng thanked him, held up the teacup with his fingers, took a sip slowly after sniffing the fragrance of the tea, "The best Dongting Biluochun."

Dongting Biluochun is a treasure of famous Chinese tea, and the top-quality Dongting Biluochun is produced in a very small amount every year. The tenderness of the tea buds requires 0.5 to 6 tea buds for 7 kg of dry tea. It is conceivable how precious it is.

Qi Jun looked up at him, raised the corners of his lips, "Do you understand tea?"

Xiao Meng put down the teacup and smiled: "I helped out in Grandpa's teahouse when I was young."

Qi Jun nodded clearly.

Xiao Meng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Qi, may I know why you chose me? There are many excellent seniors in the company. I'm afraid I'm not experienced enough... I can't afford such an important project."

Qi Jun got up and took a copy of the design manuscript from the desk and put it on the coffee table, "Is this your work?"

Xiao Meng glanced at it. This was his award-winning work when he participated in the International College Student Architectural Design Competition. He won the first prize. When he came to SG for an interview, he relied on this work to stand out from the crowd and stand out from the interviewees who graduated from famous schools.

This work is a conceptual design drawing of an integrated future university. Xiao Meng deconstructed the various functional areas of the traditional university campus and reorganized the structure. The entire university campus is composed of a ring-shaped hollow building with irregular ups and downs to undertake all functions. The overall height of the building is relatively low, which will not block the view, and people in the architectural environment will feel relaxed and happy. The learning center and social center are arranged boldly and imaginatively, and are closely combined with practicality.

The whole building is made of white and transparent materials, and the green lawn is fully covered, fully borrowing the mutual penetration of natural light and lighting, which is a post-modern architectural style.

Xiao Meng was a little surprised that Qi Jun had paid attention to his resume as a new employee?

Xiao Meng said: "This is my work in my senior year, and it is also my graduation project."

Qi Jun propped his arms on his knees, clasped his fingers, and admired: "I like your design concept very much. Your style is a bit like Kazuyo Sejima. Do you like her very much?"

Kazuyo Sejima is a famous Japanese postmodern architect and winner of the Pritzker Prize.

"Yes, Kazuyo Sejima is my favorite senior architect." Xiao dreamed and added after thinking, "But it's not my favorite."

Qi Jun looked into Xiao Meng's eyes and asked casually, "Who do you like the most?"

God Qi, you.

But Xiao Mengmeng never thought about confessing his love in front of his idol, and it seemed... that he couldn't do it.

What's more, now that Qi Jun is still his immediate boss, he may even be suspected of blowing rainbow farts.

Xiao Meng moved his eyes away unnaturally, his eyes fell on his design draft, and changed the topic: "Did you choose me to participate in the bidding project of the art fair because of this work?"

Qi Jun said "hmm" in a low and pleasant voice, "But the work is only part of the reason."

Xiao Meng looked up in doubt.

Qi Jun said calmly: "This is a good opportunity for newcomers to show their design ideas to the world, so I want to take you along."

Xiao Meng was stupid again.

It's over, maybe he is really dreaming, after all, only Qi Shen in the dream can say this.

Qi Jun looked at Xiao Meng's slightly wide-eyed expression of surprise for a while, chuckled inexplicably, did not continue the topic, and quickly cut to the point, "This project is still some time away from bidding, let's talk about each other briefly today. The concept of the art fair venue, I want to hear your thoughts first."

Xiao Meng started to pay attention to this project very early, and practiced it habitually for a long time, and conceived many kinds of design inspirations in his mind.

When Xiao Meng talked about his conception, his eyes were bright, and his clean and good-looking face had some enthusiastic micro-expressions that he didn't usually have. Qi Jun propped his chin and listened attentively, his gaze always stayed in Xiao Meng's eyes, The corner of the mouth has a charming arc that looks like a smile but not a smile.

Xiao Meng's mouth was dry, and he unconsciously licked his lower lip. Qi Jun poured him a cup of tea and handed it over, "Drink some water."

Xiao Meng pursed her lower lip, and when she took the teacup, her fingers touched Qi Jun's, and she immediately retracted her fingers, lowered her eyes and drank the cup of tea in one gulp, "Thank you."

Qi Jun leaned back on the sofa, folded his arms, and praised without hesitation: "You are very talented, maybe one day you will surpass Sejima Kazuyo and me."

Xiao Meng raised her head to meet Qi Jun's gaze in disbelief, wondering if he was joking, or just kindly encouraging.

The appreciation in Qi Jun's eyes is calm and objective, like a king who has already sat on the throne and withdrawn from the power game is admiring the most heroic fighters in the next round of the battlefield.

Just as Xiao Meng drank tea, he suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry again.

After the two exchanged their concept ideas, it was already past the time to get off work, and the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows entered night.

Xiao Meng was still immersed in the shock of Qi Jun's god-level concept. Qi Jun got up from the sofa, looked at the expensive watch on his wrist, and said, "I'm here today. I'm off work. Are you free tonight?"

Xiao Meng stood up and nodded blankly: "I'm free."

Qi Jun opened the closet in the office, took off the suit jacket on the hanger, picked up the car keys and walked out, "Come on, I've worked hard today, I invite you to dinner."

Xiao Meng hurriedly said: "No need for Mr. Qi, it's not hard at all."

Qi Jun stopped at the door, turned around with his coat in his hands, "You don't want to have dinner with me?"

How could he not want to have dinner with his idol?Just like all stockholders dream of having a meal with Buffett.

"How could that be?" Xiao Meng explained, "I..."

Before they could finish speaking, their mobile phones rang one after the other.

Xiao Meng dreamed that the number was the landline of the apartment, he connected it quietly, turned around and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Yu, what's wrong?"

Uncle Yu informed: "Leader, the higher-ups just came to inform that there is an emergency meeting tonight, and all operators in the underworld who do business in the underworld must attend. You must come back immediately."

Xiao Meng: "Understood, I'll go there now."

Xiao Meng hung up the phone and saw that Qi Jun had also ended the call, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry Mr. Qi, I have something to do at night."

Qi Jun frowned slightly, Xiao Meng felt that Qi Jun's expression seemed a little impatient, but it was not towards him, it seemed to be caused by the content of the call.

Qi Jun quickly cleared up that irritated look, and said calmly: "Well, I have something to do here, I will invite you next time."

Xiao Meng and Qi Jun took the elevator down to the first floor together. Secretary Zhang was already waiting outside the elevator, and asked Qi Jun, "President Qi, are you leaving now?" Then he looked at Xiao Meng, and asked politely, "Xiao Zhang... ..."

Qi Jun frowned and interrupted, "Let's go now."

Secretary Zhang responded, and trotted to drive.

Xiao Meng always felt that something was vaguely wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, thinking about it, he walked outside the company with Qi Jun, Qi Jun said to him with a light smile, "see you tomorrow.", got up and stopped at the door car.

Xiao Meng watched Qi Jun's luxury car drive away, and had no time to think about anything else. He trotted to the side of the road to unlock a shared bicycle, and quickly pedaled on the street under the orange street lights, facing the comfortable night wind. .

At night, outside the Huangquan Inn, Xiao Meng parked the car in front of the apartment building, looked at the red and green flashing neon signboard at the door, and then looked at the next door at night with bright lights to bless the building as a whole with a more high-end sense of design GhostDreamHotel, there are still a few ghost guests drifting inside one after another at the door.

A gust of wind blew up a few weeds at the door of the apartment.

The gap in Xiao Meng's heart was a bit big, and she sighed helplessly.

Xiao Mengmeng, it’s better to find a better signboard when you find time. The building is more dilapidated than others. Once this unscrupulous signboard is put up, it looks even lower...

Anyway, staying in is free of charge. If he was a ghost, he would choose GhostDream without hesitation.

Xiao Meng decided to visit GhostDream if he had the opportunity to see how ghost guests are entertained inside and learn from experience.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you find a way to compete with them.

Xuanxuan, the only current tenant of the apartment and the receptionist, waved to him behind the new reception desk, "Shopkeeper, you are back."

Xiao Meng suddenly remembered something, and immediately used her mobile phone to order a takeaway of Tangji Chestnut Cake. The address was written at the South Gate of the Forest Park, and the rider was asked to put the meal on the second bench at the entrance of the South Gate of the Forest Park. Xuanxuan can wait for the rider to leave and go out to get it by herself.

When Uncle Yu saw Xiao Meng coming, he quickly floated over and handed him the notice in his hand, "Just take this notice and go directly there."

Xiao Meng glanced at the notice printed on the white paper, on which was written in red letters: [Invitation letter for the first "Innovative Development, Harmonious Underworld" Congress of the Underworld Construction Bureau, invitee: No. Venue: The lobby on the second floor of GhostDreamHotel, an industry benchmark for innovation and development]

Xiao Meng couldn't help laughing.

Isn't the opportunity here?