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▍In the dead of night, Fragile Mian was tossing and turning on the bed, and couldn't help but send a friend...

In the dead of night, Frail Mian was tossing and turning on the bed, and couldn't help but post a Moments message - "It's too south."

The accompanying picture is a mahjong table, and the cards are all south wind.

Sometimes the more tired you are, the more you can't fall asleep. The brain operates mechanically, and things big and small are entangled and wandering, and you can't get out and stop.

Ruan Mian turned over and stared at the ceiling, the cell phone that was thrown aside suddenly rang.

In the middle of the night, Ruan's mother was still awake.

"Hey, Mom." Ruan Mian looked up at the wall clock, "What time is it, why are you still awake?"

When Mama Ruan spoke, she always spoke softly, and it sounded as if she had fallen into the softest down cushion, comfortable and gentle.

She has always been gentle and kind to others, even to Ruan Mian's scumbag father, she never said a word of disapproval, occasionally mentioning the past is just reminiscing and regretting, never complaining.

Even though life is not rich, even if she is sick, she still lives gracefully and calmly, never complaining about herself, that kind of character with the aroma of books seems to be engraved in the soul, and will never be obliterated by the world.

"Have slept for a while, woke up, what's the matter, son, can't sleep?"

Elders in their twenties are invincible in the world, they can fight customers, manage foremen, and serve manufacturers, but in front of their mothers, they only need a caring greeting, and their strength is broken all over the floor.

This kind of childish weakness is like when I fell alone when I was a child, and I was wronged. When I suddenly saw my mother, all my emotions rushed out.

Ruan Mian's throat tightened, his nasal cavity felt sore, he quickly rubbed it, fearing that his emotions would be exposed, so he only responded shortly, "Yes."

Ruan's mother could still hear the grievance in his thick nasal voice, "What happened? Do you want to tell mom?"

Ruan Mian thought about it with a choked voice, it seemed that nothing serious happened, and the overwhelming grievances seemed to come out of nowhere.

Those trivial troubles are like small stones, it's no big deal if you smash them suddenly, you can rub your head and forget them, but it still hurts when you throw them over.

After thinking about it, he decided to pick the most disturbing one, which caused serious economic losses after all.

"...When I came out of the parking lot, I rubbed against a pillar, and I thought about falling down, but who knew that I just squeezed the door." The more Ruan Mian thought about it, the more confused she became, and she covered her face and collapsed even more, "How could it be so? It really fell off, I stuffed it in the trunk and took it to the 4S store, the wind blowing all the way poured it in..."

Ruan Mian wanted to cry without tears, her head was going to go bald, "After driving for so many years, it's actually in the gutter..."

Mother Ruan interrupted him anxiously, "What about you? Are you okay? Where is the injury?"

The real mother is the real mother, and the first reaction of the gang of plastic brothers hearing this was to burst into wild laughter after a moment of silence.

Only mother is good in the world.

Ruan Mian was afraid that she would be startled, so she quickly replied, "It's okay, I'm fine... I didn't touch it at all."

"It's fine if you don't bump into someone..." Ruan's mother breathed a sigh of relief, "Didn't you always drive very steadily? How did you bump into it? Are you tired recently?"

How could it happen?He also really wanted to know.

Ruan Mian paused, unable to answer.

Anyway, if he was killed, he wouldn't admit that he was imitating Jiang Song to be handsome and bald.

"Mom, don't worry. I haven't been very tired recently. I have already saved enough money. Let's wait for the right opportunity to have surgery." Just like his mother coaxed him when he was a child, Ruan Mian patiently and gently comforted him, "Don't worry. Don't save money, obediently take medicine, obediently check up, get well soon, and I will take you to travel around the world."

"Understood, hey... nagging all day long and worrying that you will be impatient, and worrying if you don't talk, you must pay attention to your health, this job is hard work, put some food in the car, if you really don't have time to eat, take it out to cushion, You have a bad stomach, don't drink cold water all the time..."

"Your son is in great shape now... better than that bastard Marshmallow anyway."

Ruan's mother chuckled, "Are you competing with a puppy?"

Marshmallow is a dog that Ruan Mian picked up a long time ago, an impure bichon frize.

It was in the twelfth lunar month of winter, the cotton candy was as dirty as the concrete floor, and she was digging garbage on the street with her big belly. At that time, Ruan Mian didn't have a car, but she also got rid of the miserable life of only relying on her legs when going out, riding a small electric donkey , saw a gray and choking shadow flash past.

He tricked Marshmallow back home with a piece of ham sausage, and fed it stewed soy and pig's trotter soup that he couldn't bear to drink, fearing that it would be malnourished if it wandered for too long and would not have the energy to give birth to puppies.

Later, he waited for it to produce, and then found a good home for the little marshmallows. Gradually, the marshmallows became a white ball, well-behaved and sensible. He was reluctant to give it away. Finally, he gritted his teeth After completing the full check-in procedures, I bought a ticket for Gouzi that was more expensive than himself, and sent it back to my hometown.

Mother Ruan always stayed alone, and it was always good to have a little creature to accompany her.

...Later, he found out that Marshmallow's family status was getting higher and higher, and he successfully surpassed himself.

Jealousy makes people look hideous, and the relationship between Ruan Mian and Marshmallow finally broke down, and they became completely rivals. Every time they go home, one person and one dog fight for favor, and even sue each other.

Ruan's mother chatted with him about the trivial matters in life, and her gentle voice quickly calmed the anxiety in his heart.

Ruan Mian fell asleep in peace of mind, she didn't know when she hung up the phone, and she didn't remember to set the alarm clock.

He was lying on the bed in a twisted sleeping position, clutching the phone, the battery level on the screen flickered, and finally turned off completely.

Jiang Song received a call from the engineering project department early in the morning. Not long after, the person in charge Xu Dongqiang knocked on the door of his office with his assistant with a dark face.

Jiang Song felt a headache when he saw this man.

Xu Dongqiang had a pair of triangular eyes, which were straight, and his eyelids drooped as he got older, making him look even more sinister.

When he first came to Jinyuan Group, Jiang Song was still a little baby. Now that the little baby has grown up, he suddenly appeared to overwhelm him. Naturally, he was a little bit aggrieved. He usually likes to put on airs and sell his qualifications when he gets along with people, using a little Speaking in a lecture tone is quite annoying.

Because the emotional intelligence is not high enough, and the structure is not big enough, it is really aggrieved to still be the head of the engineering department after so many years, and I probably want to use this to regain some momentum for myself.

Xu Dongqiang winked, and the assistant put the computer in his arms in front of Jiang Song.

"I remember that you personally selected the design company of Tianyu Vision, and the main project is the new designer who just won the house building award, right? Look, see if it's this person."

What was displayed on the computer page was a Weibo about Y·H, which was reposted by a big V in the industry last night, and now the popularity has exceeded [-].

It's a long one, with both pictures and text.

The picture shows several wires running criss-crossing and clawing, the dark grooves have not been backfilled, and the entire wall looks like a burnt tortoise shell, which is horrible.

There are a few lines of text below, Jiang Song took a cursory glance, probably saying that a certain big-name company has no professional ethics, in order to cut corners and cut materials, point-to-point slotting and wiring, the owner expressed doubts at first, but the foreman told her that there is no problem.

Then there are a few photos of the wall surface after the oil workers have finished. There are several deep cracks, which are obviously not just cracks in the wall skin, but problems with the internal structure.

At the same time, the blogger also PO posted the receipt and the design contract, and made some mosaics that were almost nonexistent, covering the signature of the company and the designer even more imaginative.

In order to be more directional, she vaguely pointed out that the designer had just won a certain award of the Building Award, and the official Weibo of the Aite Building Award, yin and yang asked them to do a good job before the next award, so don't pay attention to the unprofessional Moral scum aids the evildoers.

Most of the comment area are insiders of interior design, and they quickly guessed Y·H from the blurred color matching of the contract logo. In addition, the youngest cutting-edge designer who just won the award, Ruan Mian was beaten by a real hammer. They brought out by name,

Someone claimed to have worked as an employee of Y·H before, saying that the company’s construction quality was not bad, otherwise it would not have been able to do so for so many years. This situation must be a private decision made by the designer in order to lower the quotation and sign the contract.

Everyone took a taste, and felt that this statement was very reasonable, and all the flames of war immediately concentrated on Ruan Mian.

There is no standard answer to this matter of design. Because of the different ideas between designers and designers, there is also a chain of contempt. He won the award at a young age. There are not a few people who are bitter. Turns out, those words filled with righteous indignation are more ugly.

Jiang Song only frowned slightly, and quickly returned to the unchanging appearance of Mount Tai collapsed before, raised his head and asked Xu Dongqiang, "I've finished reading, so what?"

Xu Dongqiang pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him unceremoniously, "Using such a company and designer will have a negative impact on our Jinyuan Group, and judging from this character, there will definitely be problems in the future. Anyway, I The first to disagree."

"Let's not say whether this matter is true or not." Jiang Song chuckled, with disdain in the corners of his slightly lowered eyes, "Is this something that the Engineering Department should be in charge of?"

Xu Dongqiang choked for a moment, and once again showed the face of the veteran of the three dynasties, "With my seniority here for so many years, I don't even have the qualifications to say a word?"

"Oh? Then tell me, what do you think?"

"Of course it's a different company to cooperate with!"

"Well... who do you think is more suitable?"

"...I don't know much about this, but I heard that there is a Ruiyuan decoration that is not bad."

Jiang Song smiled again, leaned forward slightly, and put one hand on the large desk, "Who told you? Is it the boss of Ruiyuan Decoration... your younger brother?"

Ever since Xu Dongqiang's younger brother opened a small decoration company, Xu Dongqiang himself has been pimping him in Jinyuan Real Estate for a long time, buying through the sales office to obtain customer information.

Small come and small go, usually everyone turns a blind eye and closes one eye, thinking that there is no need to cut off people's wealth, so they let him go, but now the rhythm is to kick their noses and face their faces.

"It's okay to get work for my family, it depends on what kind of work it is." Jiang Song closed the computer and pushed it back to Xu Dongqiang unceremoniously. Put a burden on yourself."

By implication, mind your own business.

Xu Dongqiang's small thoughts were seen through at a glance, his face turned green and pale, and he stammered for a long time before re-phrasing, "No matter who you use, YH can't do it anyway, you have to think about the company. The designer of..."

"That's my business." Jiang Song's eyes drooped slightly, and he tapped his index finger on the table impatiently, "Is there anything else? If not, you can go back and get busy."

Xu Dongqiang was so deflated that he was invited out speechless.

As soon as the person left, Jiang Song immediately picked up his mobile phone and called Ruan Mian.

He didn't know what was going on, but no matter what he doubted, he would never doubt Ruan Mian's character and professional ethics.

This man is simply a model of greatness and righteousness, with straight and straight views.

He didn't have time to think too much, and he didn't even think about what to say on the phone, but subconsciously worried about Ruan Mian, afraid that he would feel bad when he saw the news.

After a while, a cold female voice came from the microphone, "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

Jiang Song put down his phone, his brows curled into a ball, and he knocked on the table again irritably.