Try changing my plan again?

▍I was caught and forced to tell my fortune, and I did it for most of the night.

Meng Zhou had vaguely guessed that the reason why Jinyuan Group was willing to extend a hand of friendship might have something to do with his idiot. I don't know.

Moreover, the budget proposal was quite insane. The profit that Y·H can get is actually no different from voluntary labor.

Jiang Song was sure that Meng Zhou couldn't let go of this opportunity.

But that's good, instead, he can feel more at ease. Everyone takes their own interests as the premise, business is business, and there is no need to talk about favors.

Meng Zhou took the document from the secretary and was about to sign his name, but Jiang Song said unhurriedly, "Before confirming the cooperation, I have a small additional request."

Meng Zhou stopped writing and raised his head, "Say it."

Jiang Song said, "Some designers in your company seem to have a bad reputation. Personally, I think character is more important than work ability. What do you think?"

It took only two seconds for Meng Zhou to immediately understand what was going on and who he was talking about.

Chatting between human beings and human beings can be revealed with a little click, and some words are embarrassing when opened.

He began to wonder again how good the relationship between Mr. Xiao Jiang and his apprentice was.

Meng Zhou smiled, and signed his name with a swipe of a pen, "Mr. Jiang knows our company quite well."

Jiang Song also smiled, "It's reasonable to investigate the basic situation of the partners, you understand."

"Understood." Meng Zhou handed the document back, "I originally planned to take care of the company's internal affairs, so I'll wait for your engineering department to come to connect."

Jiang Song, "Happy cooperation."

Meng Zhou, "Happy cooperation."

Not long after Meng Zhou left, Jiang Yuan knocked on the door with "I just mean it", broke into the office, and collapsed on the sofa opposite Jiang Song, all his temperament disappeared in an instant.

"It's ok, little brother, we don't even invite bids, it's an internal decision."

Jiang Song opened the laptop, his fingers quickly landed on the keyboard, and said casually, "Is there a more suitable company than YH? Why waste time."

Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes at him, "Did I say it's inappropriate? I just wanted to ask you, is there any selfishness in doing this?"

Jiang Song was also frank, "Yes, not many, if Meng Zhou is not willing to suffer this loss, I will replace it immediately."

Jiang Yuan's expression was very subtle, as if he was satisfied, but also with a little dislike, "That's your soft teacher with dark hands."

Jiang Song, "A person with his personality would not be willing to accept alms from anyone. If he finds out, he might lose his temper."

Jiang Yuan clicked his tongue twice, "Look at what you said... But, this decision is indeed not bad, give me a little red flower."

Jiang Song didn't change his face, his heart didn't beat, and he didn't get surprised, "The real estate is targeted at white-collar workers and elites, and it's the best gimmick to let a cutting-edge designer who has just won an award do it."

"Say it as if you knew from the start that he was going to win the prize."

"He has that strength."

Jiang Yuan felt that this little brother was probably hopeless.

She moved her buttocks, successfully making Beijing's paralyzed posture even more sluggish, "What did you do last night? The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy? Didn't you sleep?"

Jiang Song felt his brain swell, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, "I was caught and forced to tell my fortune, and I did it for most of the night."

Meng Zhou sat in the co-pilot, rolled down the windows, and let the wind blow into the car, making his hair messy.

"I was not in good health at first, but tomorrow I will complain of a headache when it catches the wind."

The man driving the car had an extraordinary bearing, with some stubble on his chin deliberately, and the slightly upturned corners of his lips seemed to have an intriguing curve forever.

"I don't want to scream when it hurts." Meng Zhou said angrily without even looking at him.

The man laughed, his eyes were full of connivance, "You...you just throw sand at your fingertips."

Meng Zhou remained silent.

The man said to himself, "I still feel that I have been honored by the little apprentice?"

Meng Zhou listlessly said, "Yeah... a little bit."

"Is it Ruan Mian? You are young and have a bright future."

Meng Zhou retracted his tail and immediately opened it again, "That is, it doesn't matter who taught it."

Seeing that his expression was much more relaxed, the man took the opportunity to close the window and put his messy head in the car, "You worry about the vacancy of the center manager all day long, why don't you let him try?"

Hearing this, Meng Zhou wanted to shake the window again to calm down.

In fact, this idea has been tossed and entangled in his mind for countless times, but he knows that that unlucky disciple will probably force him to die with a bloody letter.

"... Some people are not born to be a leader. Let him be a freelance designer. Those rules and regulations will delay him."

"You do love him."

"Yo, what is this poured, it's so sour."

In the afternoon, Meng Zhou called all the designers of the company and held an informal collective meeting in the office area to announce the news of the cooperation and told them that participation or not was completely voluntary, but once they decided to join, there was no such thing as a pick. .

These are the people who are willing to stay and work together when Y·H is at its worst. Even if there is nothing to gain from this project, he is confident that most of them will support him.

This kind of large-scale project has a short and urgent construction period, and the construction site is complicated. It is the most difficult to test people. Following the whole process, the novice becomes a mature hand, and the experienced hand becomes a veteran, which is also beneficial and harmless to career development.

Ruan Mian almost choked to death when he heard the words "Jinyuan Group".

At the same time, the eyes of several insiders shot at him.

Ruan Mian lowered her voice, her face was ferocious, "What are you looking at me for? It has nothing to do with me. I haven't contacted him for two weeks."

Yan Jin was merciless in dismantling the stage, "You just called him last night."

Ruan Mian, "???"

Yan Jin, "Turn through the call records yourself."

Ruan Mian wrote "Don't lie to me" all over his face, took out his phone and swiped a few times, his eyes suddenly widened, "Damn it! What did I say to him when I called him?"

Yan Jin, "...Ask him the password for your door lock."

Ruan Mian couldn't believe it, "Am I an idiot!"

Yan Jin, "...I also want to ask this question."

Ruan Mian, "What did he say!?"

Yan Jin, "Tell me the password, and then I'll throw it in for you and leave."

Ruan Mian, "Where did you throw it???"

Yan Jin, "On the sofa, is it possible that I still have to wait for you to take a shower, change clothes and go to bed?"

Some things that were not sure whether it was a dream or reality gradually became clear in his mind. Ruan Mian put his head in his hands, and his forehead slammed into the table. With a bang, Meng Zhou, who was about to end the meeting, was startled.

"what happened?"

Ruan Mian still lowered her head, "...I want to be quiet."

After being so quiet, he remained silent for more than an hour, burying himself on the table and talking to himself, sometimes collapsing, sometimes... collapsing.

Geng Wanwan looked worried, and once wanted to call 120, but was stopped by Feng Yu, suggesting to send it directly to the King of Thunder, and the effect would come faster.

Ruan Mian grabbed a lumbar pillow casually, hit his head directly, and fell down again slumped.

While the crowd dispersed, Geng Wanwan poked Master's arm and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you and Jiang Song?"

Ruan Mian froze, "It's nothing."

Geng Wanwan, "Impossible, you have something wrong written on every pore, satisfy my curiosity, I'm your confidant minister, don't pick it up."

"Since you're so free..." Ruan Mian exhaled and straightened up, "Why don't you tell me, what are your plans for this project?"

Geng Wanwan closed his mouth and rolled his eyes.

"Ten buildings, six types of houses, how do you grasp the differences in preferences between people in this batch design? Budget, materials, construction, there is only one month to complete the design and add a model room for construction. Are you panic?"

Geng Wanwan nodded honestly, "Yes."

"Docking, delivery, what problems have occurred in other hardcover properties, how can we avoid these problems?"

Geng Wanwan began to tremble, "...I don't know."

Ruan Mian was furious, "Then why don't you check the information! You know how to listen to gossip all day! Don't miss such a good growth opportunity!"

Geng Wanwan didn't give up, "It's okay to reveal even a little bit?"

Ruan Mian picked up the pillow and wanted to bang someone again, when the mobile phone that had been thrown aside to charge suddenly rang.

Caller ID, Jiang Yuan.

Geng Wanwan, who had just calmed down, was excited again, silently mouthing at him.

"Big—aunt——?" After speaking, she hugged her head and ran away.

Ruan Mian looked coldly at her running back, gradually clenched her fists, wanting to clean up the house very much.

"Hello, sister wish."

Jiang Yuan has always been kind to him, with a slight smile in his voice, "Little Ruan, why haven't you come to play for a long time? Ding, it's making trouble every day."

Ruan Mian, "...I've been a little busy recently, so I can't take care of it. I'll go see her when I'm done."

Jiang Yuan laughed, "You've been here for a month, right? It's been a long time."

Ruan Mian paused for a moment, feeling a sudden panic in her heart, "Sister Wish, it's only one month, it really can't be shorter, it will kill you."

There was another burst of laughter from Jiang Yuan, the phone seemed to be taken a little farther away, and then it was replaced by a soft and soft child's voice, "Big brother, can you come to Dingdang's house for dinner tonight? My father is also here." , our family really misses big brother, big brother promised to teach me how to draw a little lion and he hasn't taught me yet, a man must keep his word!"

The trump card, the big trick.

Ruan Mian was turned into a bud again, and she struggled inwardly.

Jiang Yuan answered the phone again, "Ding Dong is making trouble at home, so I insist on calling you, holding a small drawing book and crying, if you are not busy, come and see her."

Before Ruan Mian could answer, she continued, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to see that little bastard Jiang Song. Let's eat it ourselves and don't tell him."

Ruan Mian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "...I don't want to see him."

Jiang Yuan, "That's all right, see you tonight, I'll call the security guard now, and just come in when the time comes."

Ding Dong responded loudly from the side in ecstasy, "See you tonight, big brother! Bye!"

Ruan Mian pinched the phone that had been hung up, "..."

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