Try changing my plan again?

▍National first-level protected waste

Ruan Mian compressed and packaged the file and sent it to Meng Zhou. After turning off the computer, she suddenly felt that the burden on her shoulders was lightened... just a little bit.

Before Y·H’s accident, he was just holding the mentality of participating. It’s a surprise to win an award, and he doesn’t lose anything if he doesn’t get it. He can use this as an excuse to force himself to sort out the previous cases. If he can win the prize, at least he will give Y·H a good face.

The building award is very important in the industry, and it must be enough to make a designer stand out. Even if it is only for the winner himself, many homeowners will come here attracted by it.

He is just a designer, and he can't do anything for Meng Zhouduo other than his own job, but as long as it is within his ability, he will do his best to fight for it.

"Finally I can sleep well." Ruan Mian let out a long breath, lying on the sofa, she moved her eyeballs when she heard the door opening, so lazy that she didn't even want to turn her head.

Jiang Song came out of the bathroom with dampness all over his body, his upper body was bare, the bath towel was draped over his shoulders, his messy hair fell wetly on his forehead, and he was replying messages on his mobile phone with his eyes downcast.

A good picture of a handsome man forced out of the bath, all ruined by the ill-fitting pair of pajama pants.

For Jiang Song, Ruan Mian's pajamas and trousers were obviously not long enough, revealing a large part of his ankles, and the loose straight trouser legs swayed as he walked, which was terribly funny.

Ruan Mian couldn't bear to look straight at her and covered her face, trying to mock him, but suddenly realized that she was admitting that she had short legs, and swallowed the words that came to her lips embarrassingly.

The clock pointed to 11:30, Ruan Mian packed up and planned to go to bed early, when the phone rang suddenly.

Li Yuhuai's messages are always so inopportune.

Li Yuhuai: "Soft and soft, how are you doing recently? I just saw Y·H's news on Weibo, what's going on?"

Ruan Mian drank the fresh milk that Jiang Song bought before going to bed, and quickly jumped on the bed, "Some time ago, the company had some problems, but the big boss has returned."

Li Yuhuai: "I have a friend who knows the boss of Dongyun Design. We chatted and he wants to poach you."

Leaving aside various small decoration companies, there are three giants in the high-end private housing industry, Dongyun, Y·H, and Shang Ting International, but they have gone downhill in recent years like racing cars, and their competitiveness is not great.

Feeling the conscience, even before the accident, Dongyun's scale and reputation should be ranked ahead of Y·H.

Ruan Mian did not hesitate at all: "No, no, no problem here, and I have no plans to change jobs."

Li Yuhuai: "It's all like this, why are you staying with that?"

Ruan Mian: "I know what's in my mind, be good, do a good job filming, when will you be back?"

Li Yuhuai: "I guess it will take more than two months. By the way, someday you have time to go to my house and water the cactus."

Ruan Mian: "I'm not at home all year round and still grow these flowers and plants. Take it, I will bring it home to raise it first, and take it away when you come back."

Li Yuhuai: "As expected of my little baby, okay?"

A normal family's bed has at most one quilt and two pillows. Ruan Mian, a single mother and child, put four pillows of two colors and one square pillow.

He threw the pillows on the chair, arranged two pillows for Jiang Song, and hugged the rest by himself. Seeing Jiang Song coming in after blowing his hair, he arched his head in the back and continued to send Li Yuhuai WeChat messages.

"I'm going to bed, and I'm going to rescue your cactus tomorrow."

Li Yuhuai returned a shocked expression, "What time is it? You can fall asleep and I'll eat it."

The bed sank slightly, Jiang Song sat on the edge and pointed to the wall lamp, "Turn off the light?"

"Shut up, sleep." Ruan Mian quickly moved her fingers to type out the last few lines, and sent it to Li Yuhuai, "You can't pick out the waterproof putty, you're already asleep, you need to keep healthy when you're old, so go to bed early, good night. "

Li Yuhuai: "I really add goji berries to my beer, good night."

The last light source was extinguished, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness.

Ruan Mian put down her phone, turned over, lay beside Jiang Song and muttered to herself, "This is the first time I slept with Party A's father, it's a great honor."

Jiang Song, "Then do you want to express something?"

Ruan Mian, "Share more quilts for you."

Early the next morning, Jiang Song's car was parked downstairs at Y·H, and Ruan Mian was so shocked to see the grand scene in front of him that he almost didn't even grab the buns.

There are circles and circles of people at the entrance of the office building, roughly estimated to be four or five, and they are all honest and middle-aged laborers. Some are squatting on the steps and smoking, and some are pacing back and forth while talking on the phone. Anxious, some simply spread a few newspapers and sit on the ground in a daze.

Ruan Mian knew a large part of them, because they had worked together before, and they were all Y·H's foremen.

Combined with the context, you can guess what's going on in an instant.

Ruan Mian slumped her shoulders dejectedly, "It's over, the foreman has chased after the door to ask for salary, and if the client sees this, I won't be able to speak my tongue well."

Jiang Song frowned, "Do you still have to go to work?"

Ruan Mian unbuttoned her seat belt, "It's okay, we all know each other basically, they're just here to ask for their hard-earned money and they're not making trouble, and even if they're making trouble, they won't kill me."

Jiang Song didn't speak, Ruan Mian knew that he was worried about his own safety, so he said, "It's really fine, a legal society, civilized pay, and there are so many security guards in the building... But it's all like this, you really don't want to retreat……"

Jiang Song knew what he was going to say, and glanced sideways at him, "It's not bad for your money."

Ruan Mian, "..."

Jiang Song, "If your boss can keep what he said, then the company's problem is not big, and he can't do what he is today if he can't solve the financial problem."

While talking, Geng Wanwan appeared in sight with a computer in her hand. She saw Jiang Song's car, grinned and waved vigorously at them, and trotted over.

Ruan Mian clicked her tongue, "Now your personal safety is guaranteed, the bodyguards are here."

Geng Wanwan knocked on the car window, the glass was only halfway down, and her head had already poked in, "What are you doing, Master? Don't you dare get out of the car? It's okay, I'll cover you."

Ruan Mian turned her head and repeated to Jiang Song, "It's okay, she covers me."

Just after he finished speaking, he paused, "No...why does it feel weird, as if I'm a first-class state-protected trash?"

Jiang Song and Geng Wanwan greeted each other, and then turned their eyes back to Ruan Mian, "Go to work, pay attention to safety, I will pick you up at night."

Y·H has been established for 11 years. It has grown from a studio with a dozen people to hundreds of designers. How can it be called a solid foundation? This sign is still there, coupled with the sincere attitude of admitting mistakes and timely remedies after the accident Measures and crisis public relations, and quickly raised funds.

Human hearts are full of flesh. How many people have grown from youthful to mature in Y·H, relying on this platform to step into small jobs. They have feelings for the company, but feelings cannot be eaten, they still have to earn money To support the family, if the company really fails, it can only find another way out for itself.

Now that the funds are in place, the company has resumed operations, and the foreman is willing to go back to work, these people who have been hesitant to watch the situation finally feel a little relieved.

Y·H hangs like this, half dead, unable to die, and unable to turn over for a while.

Meng Zhou's daily life was like a war. He never saw the end of the dragon. He ran all over the country, except for meetings and negotiations. I heard that several properties under his name were all mortgaged, and even his beloved Xiaoben was not spared.

In addition, he has to fulfill the promise of the president's patrol inspection. Every Saturday and Sunday, he carries a small hammer and leads a mighty group of supervising male models to run around the construction site. People are exhausted physically and mentally.

Meng Zhou took time out of his busy schedule to look at Ruan Mian's entries, and expressed his basic satisfaction, only asking one question.

"Change the renderings, coffee table, dining table and TV cabinet, as long as there is a countertop, you have to get some vases to fill it up. At first glance, it is really full and beautiful, but is it practical? Is the table for eating or for pretending? According to your renderings, set aside half an hour before each meal to evacuate supplies, and spend half an hour to move them back after eating? If you don’t press it, the renderings that can’t land are useless.”

Ruan Mian frustratingly changed it three or four times before Meng Zhou finally made the decree.

He filled out a bunch of messy forms and certificates, submitted all the information, and began to do his best to obey the destiny.

"Being a boss is really hard, much harder than being a designer. Boss Meng's hair has turned gray." Ruan Mian sighed while drawing.

"When people are rich, they are much richer than you." Feng Yu sat beside him, frantically flipping through the form. There were fifty entries on a page, and there were forty entries with a red cross behind their phone numbers to indicate dead orders. He slammed his pen, "It's fucking impossible! I was ready to speak, but as soon as people heard YH, they hung up the phone and said they didn't think about it, and didn't even give them a chance to speak."

The company is deserted and deserted, and there is no one in the negotiation area that would never be able to get a seat. The account managers have no choice but to go out and run channels all over the world. let go.

The designer has nothing to do without a list in his hand, and he is idle at work. Only a few old employees are still conscientiously clocking in. The notebook went to the negotiating area and surrounded a large table, so I could still chat and chat.

Yan Jin snatched the mangosteen that Geng Wanwan worked so hard to open, and stuffed it into her mouth while avoiding her Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, "I've changed my routine on the phone now, let's not say that I was designed by YH Master, just say the name, it doesn’t matter who I am if he remembers it or not, if he remembers it, he usually hangs up the phone without losing face, if he can’t remember it, he will definitely ask, and the story can begin.”

"Of course, some people think I'm a fraud." Yan Jin threw the mangosteen skin into the trash can, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, "Be sincere, be enthusiastic, and have a smile. You can hear these from the phone."

Feng Yu laughed angrily, "You tell me to smile with a paralyzed face?"

Geng Wanwan and Ruan Mian nodded at the same time, expressing their support.

Yan Jin looked around at them expressionlessly, "I'm very angry now."

Geng Wanwan, "Sorry, I can't tell."

Feng Yu sighed, and pushed the form to the middle of the table, "I only have four interesting lists in my hand now, and the quality of the customers is average, so you three can share."

Ruan Mian looked up, "You two choose first, I can do either."

Yan Jin also took a glance, "It's all about the same, let's draw lots."

Geng Wanwan, "I'll cut the paper."

Feng Yu leaned on the chair and looked up to the sky and sighed, almost crying, "Why does it feel so bitter, like sharing the last morsel of food in a famine age."

The author says:

Thank you very much for your understanding [Yomoji swallowed, crying manually]

I will try my best to keep it updated!