Try changing my plan again?

▍I believe in you too.

Ruan Mian seldom uses social media, and thinks it takes up too much time. He doesn’t even have Weibo or Douban on his phone, so he only fixes a few websites to watch masters’ works. Don't know anything about these things.

It seems that the dead orders of the past few days may not all be squeezed out by internal struggles.

Ruan Mian snorted, "It's impossible to leave, so it's a bit of a struggle to sign the bill... But, what's your plan?"

Meng Zhou was gratified and helpless at the same time, gratified that he didn't hurt him for nothing, but he didn't listen to persuasion, and if it was delayed, Mama Ruan's monthly medical expenses would not be a small sum.

"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Y·H can survive for a while. I will find a way in terms of funds. Customer complaints here... can only be said to make up for it. Let's give a clear attitude first. If there is a problem, it will definitely be solved. No excuses, all unqualified ones will be reworked, so the delayed construction period will be paid on a daily basis. In the future, as long as the discount is less than [-]%, it will be sent to me for approval. Every Saturday and Sunday I will take the supervision team to inspect the construction site. Smash."

It's easy to say these words on the lips, but it takes more than a little bit of courage to actually implement them.

Ruan Mian believed in Meng Zhou, and he would keep his promise no matter what. Since he gave the direction, Ruan Mian could solve the rest by himself.

He has no ability to care about what happens to others, but he knows how to cultivate his own one-third of an acre of land.

Meng Zhou paused, and suddenly remembered something, "What about your entry? It will be due next month, why don't you show it to me?"

Ruan Mian also paused when she heard the words, "Ah... you have so many things to do now..."

Meng Zhou, "It won't take long to take a look at it. You kid, how can you send it to me before this weekend, just like urging homework at school."

Ruan Mian nodded resentfully, "Okay."

People in the company are fluctuating, those who resign leave behind a mess and leave, and those who persist have no intention of taking orders.

Don't blame them, many owners come to refund the deposit after hearing the news. Sometimes they are chatting well with customers in the conference room, and suddenly there is a yell outside, the foreman collects debts or the owner complains.

Ruan Mian's response was very simple and rude.

He neither hides nor hides, and calls customers one by one to inform the company that there are indeed management loopholes, but they will not evade the problem, and then explain the reasons to each other in detail, organize the assurances given by Meng Zhou into words, and add a , These commitments are by no means verbal, they will be written in black and white in the contract.

Although this is very risky, it is always the first to show sincerity. This matter cannot be hidden, and it will be too late to say anything after the owner finds out.

Ruan Mian sincerely handed over the right to choose, and returned a lot of orders. He handled them immediately without further ado, and moved a lot of people, most of which were based on his trust in the designer himself.

For a week in a row, he spent every day trying to appease customers and dragging his body to the construction site to supervise the quality of the project. He could only work overtime at night to improve the work.

Company turmoil is a disaster for most people, but it is an opportunity for a small number of new designers who have been struggling to get ahead. It is like a big gamble. If you lose, it's just a waste of time. Now that the company is short of people, the list will finally be in their hands. It doesn't matter if you sign well or not, even if it's just for practice, it's not a loss.

Geng Wanwan was completely forced to go to Liangshan, and reluctantly changed from an assistant designer to a designer with a bag on his head.

She had just sent the client out with the computer and blueprints in her arms, and happened to meet Ruan Mian waiting for the elevator with one foot dangling in the air, carrying a walking stick. Before she had time to call him, the elevator had already arrived.

The one who went in with Ruan Mian was a newcomer girl who was gaining momentum recently. Geng Wanwan couldn't remember her name, but her surname seemed to be Han.

Miss Han is nearly 1.7 meters tall, with white skin, tall and thin, and she looks like a model in her clothes. She is very upright and charming.

Miss Han chatted and laughed with Ruan Mian all the way, seeing him shaking to hold the phone, she even tried to help him.

The elevator door was completely closed at this time, and Geng Wanwan couldn't see how his master was hiding from others uncomfortably.

"Oops, how can this work, the master is about to be caught by the goblin."

Geng Wanwan snapped back to his senses, trotted all the way back to his work station, dropped his things and hurriedly chased him out.

Jiang Song managed to complete all the quarterly work summaries, reported to the board of directors in the afternoon, and came to Y·H to pick up Ruan Mian in person.

It was originally a temporary decision, and Ruan Mian didn't reply to WeChat. Jiang Song was worried that he would run away by himself, so he just sat in the lobby and waited.

Around 06:30, people began to come downstairs one after another.

Han Muxi helped Ruan Mian out of the elevator room, his smile was as gorgeous as a summer flower, the latter couldn't break free, and couldn't lose face to the girl and refused repeatedly, so he could only thank him with a dry smile, straighten up as much as possible without leaning his weight on the Girls over there.

Jiang Song sat on the sofa far away, half-closed his eyes, saw this scene and immediately got up and walked over.

Just as Ruan Mian saw his WeChat, she bowed her head and turned her hands back, when a figure accompanied by a familiar scent enveloped him from the front.

"Give it to me." Jiang Song smiled at Han Muxi, the smile was charming and indifferent, and at the same time reached out to the person she was supporting, no matter how confused and stunned the girl was, he took Ruan Mian with half support and half hug, politely Nodding slightly, "Thank you."

This thank you is very subtle.

Whether it is thanking her for helping Ruan Mian down, or thanking her for "giving" Ruan Mian to Jiang Song, it is very delicate.

At the same time, Geng Wanwan also rushed over, quietly pushed Han Muxi away and took Master's other arm, and said to her like a parrot, "Thank you."

Ruan Mian was placed in the middle, looked at the crutch in his hand, and felt distressed.

What is this trouble about?He can obviously go by himself.

After a brief moment of daze, Han Muxi put on a smile again, "You're welcome, I also see that it's not convenient for Mr. Ruan to hold the phone."

She rolled her eyes at Ruan Mian and smiled sweetly, "Since my friend is here, I don't care about you, Mr. Ruan, goodbye, Wanwan goodbye, see you tomorrow."

Geng Wanwan smiled sweeter than her, and waved his hand, "Bye bye, Sister Han, be careful on the road."

As soon as the man walked away, Geng Wanwan shot out an eye knife immediately after him, and he didn't know whether he was glaring at Jiang Song or Ruan Mian.

"Accidentally abducted by someone, can you take care of it?"

Jiang Song, "Yes."

The second monk Ruan Mianzhang couldn't figure it out, "What are you optimistic about?"

It's been less than two weeks since we saw each other, and Ruan Mian lost weight again. Their old Jiang's family managed to raise some meat, and they looked like they were back before liberation.

Jiang Song held the steering wheel with one hand and looked ahead. No matter how he looked at it, he felt a trace of indifference and displeasure on his face.

Ruan Mian has always been good at observing words and expressions, and vaguely realized that this matter seems to have something to do with her, so she punched him with her elbow, "Hey, are you upset?"

Jiang Song remained expressionless, "No."

Ruan Mian stared at the face that was about to fall to the ground, and said firmly, "You're just upset, I'll coax you."

Only then did Jiang Song give him a slanted look, "Why are you coaxing me?"

"The customer is God, and I can't make God unhappy."

So God's face became even uglier.

Ruan Mian saw 224 unread messages on WeChat, her head exploded, she gasped and locked the screen, "I can't accompany you to corrupt at night, I have to go home and change the picture."

Jiang Song didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly asked him with the wrong lips, "What have you been eating recently?"

Ruan Mian was puzzled, "Huh? Takeaway... I don't know how to cook, so I don't know how to cook."

Jiang Song asked again, "How many meals a day?"

This is a good question, Ruan Mian choked Liao on the spot.

He has always thought that eating is a waste of time, and he hates that he can't live by photosynthesis. The matter of several meals...isn't it always a matter of fate?

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Jiang Song felt seven or eight points in his heart.

Ruan Mian scratched her head, feeling like a strict wife who made a mistake, if she didn't say something, she would definitely not look good in the future.

So he began to explain earnestly, "Recently, there have been some problems in the company. There are many things to do. Sometimes I can't take care of them when I am busy, so I just... have more meals and less meals."

The more he spoke, the more guilty he felt, and he quickly raised his voice to add, "It won't happen in the future, no matter how busy you are, eat well."

Jiang Song said "hmm", but he didn't know what it meant.

Ruan Mian adjusted the co-pilot's seat, leaned back slightly, and looked at Jiang Song sideways, "I have something to tell you..."

Maybe Ruan Mian and other clients would whitewash the peace to some extent, but it was different in front of Jiang Song.

He didn't want to hide anything from him, so he poured out the company's situation like a bean, and then asked Jiang Songkao if he would consider refunding the order, or just design and find another construction.

"Don't be embarrassed just because we have a good relationship, I'm in charge, I won't accept breach of contract..."

Jiang Song interrupted him with a slight frown, "Since this is already the case, why don't you resign?"

Ruan Mian was so familiar with this car that she stretched out her hand to open the sunroof without raising her head, "The big boss is my mentor. If he hadn't helped me in the first place, I wouldn't be where I am now. I am always grateful...and I Trust him, he's amazing."

"Yeah." Jiang Song said lightly, "I believe you too."

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Ruan Mian's heart tightened, and she looked at him suddenly, some kind of wonderful emotion lingered in her heart, and she was a little dazed for a while.

How many times he has called back and forth on the phone these days, and how many times he has explained the same words exhaustively. He endured all those embarrassments, blank stares and even curses, and he patiently reassured them over and over again, just to get A little bit of trust, or it can be said to be pity, can barely maintain the cooperation.

I believe you... some people just open their mouths without asking.

Ruan Mian didn't know how long she stared at Jiang Song until he turned his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong? I've been in a daze."