Try changing my plan again?

▍I'm downstairs in your company.

"It's one thing whether you sign the exemption agreement or not. We also have principles. We must be responsible for the quality of our own construction. We can't really mess up our own signboard if something happens. It's our fault if we don't work according to the regulations. Since this matter is mandatory, there must be a reason for it, don’t you think? I calculated the water and electricity budget with you earlier, don’t worry, the money will not be too much, and I will bear it.”

Sister Kaida was choked and couldn't refute for a while, her tone was obviously much weaker, "Even if there is no more, the price is still very expensive, obviously it can be saved..."

Ruan Mian looked at her watch and frowned slightly.

There is definitely no way to take a lunch break. His schedule today is like a compressed biscuit, and there is no room for mistakes.

He also made an appointment with Jiang Song in the evening, so he couldn't really keep the benefactor waiting.

Ruan Mian calmed down her irritable mood, "Sister Zhao, listen to me, first of all, it's not that we want to steal your money, we spent hundreds of thousands of dollars, it's really not bad for the water pipes and wires, anyway You can't gamble on safety either. Think about it, the groove is not deep, but the electricity can go more than one way, so if you cut the whole wall a few times, you take a wooden board and cut it in the middle, is it easier to break? ?”

Sister Kaida completely turned off the fire, "Xiao Ruan, I'm not saying that you stole my money, I must have trusted you so much that I signed with you, the main reason is that sister..."

Ruan Mian quickly interrupted her, not wanting to waste time with her anymore, so she was cruel, "We can't save the money for water and electricity, I'll pay for it from other places, didn't you think about it before? Do you want to make Yangjiao? I will pay for your family’s and give it to you.”

Sister Kaida, "...ah, thank you for your understanding, I really want to save some money."

Ruan Mian, "Okay, let's say that first."

After hanging up the phone, Ruan Mian supported her forehead, trembling with pain in her head, sent a WeChat message to the foreman of Sister Kaida's house.

"Mr. Zhu, let me discuss something with you. I will buy some sun corners for the construction site of Xishan Yushu, and you can install them..."

Just half a minute after sending it, the message came back with a long list, and Ruan Mian was extremely shocked by his typing speed this time.

"It's easy! Everything is easy! Put more bricks, reinforce the steel structure, and install an electric box! Why is it so easy! I don't need money to fix her house! Do you know how expensive labor is now? Is it? Don't talk about making money at her construction site, I'll be fine if I don't lose money!"

Ruan Mian resentfully played rogue: "Zhu Gong...for the last time."

Zhu Gong: "Don't call me Zhu Gong in the future! Call me Free Worker!"

Many people think that being a designer can make money when they are free. They have nothing to do, make plans and draw pictures, and then pretend to be aggressive with customers. It is very tall.

Ruan Mian still hasn't figured out what misunderstanding they have about this industry.

Going out to a shopping mall, there are several shopping guides around. It is not so easy to get customers to pay a large amount of money willingly.

First of all, you have to be emotionally intelligent so that you can break the ice as quickly as possible when you meet for the first time. Only when people lose their sense of strangeness can they open up to you. People with different personalities have different solutions. Sometimes a sentence is wrong , the whole sheet is cool.

This matter is very mysterious, sometimes it really depends on the eye.

Then there is the program.

The eight major styles plus the current various mix and match, the process of grasping the customer's preferences is a life-and-death process.

Only those who are also in purgatory will understand how many brain cells it takes to publish a plan.

The plan cannot only be published in one edition, because Party A’s father has to be given a choice.Five editions and six editions are not acceptable, otherwise Dad will easily hesitate and be unable to make up his mind.

It's so hard to be a human being.

Then there is expertise.

To be an interior designer, you have to be a polymath.

Chinese and foreign cultures are connected to the past and the present, customers have various preferences, and customers have various personalities. They must be able to pick up a few words, right?There must be a reason why it should be designed this way, right?

Then, you need to understand psychology, ecology, feng shui, aesthetics, history, folklore, technology, material science, etc...

Finally, it is the docking of all links in the decoration process.

And finance, and audit, and foreman workers, and all the required material manufacturers, how many things do you need to decorate a house?After a project is completed, there must be hundreds of people in the docking group.

All in all, complicated and trivial.

It's true that I make a lot of money, and it's also true that I can't survive without any resilience and skills.

However, the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment that benefit Wanjia when the work is completed is also unparalleled.

Ruan Mian always felt that even with this point alone, he could persevere.

Seeing that it was time to get off work, Ruan Mian finally finished the [-], [-], [-], [-] in order of urgency.

He fell back on the office chair, stretched his long arms and legs to the extreme, and stretched himself.

"Wanwan..."

He called out, but there was no response.

"Gengwan Bay!"

"Here! What's the matter!" Geng Wanwan wiped his saliva, obviously just waking up again.

"I have a ghost story to tell you, tomorrow..."

"Didn't you stop taking orders!"

"Don't accept the order. Tomorrow will be the last one to hand over the details, drawings, quotations, and main material list. Can you always prepare for it?"

Feng Yu appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, struggled with himself for a moment, and decisively chose to turn a blind eye to the sentence "No more orders".

It's still the familiar formula, and the tone is still familiar, "So soft, come to pick up a new customer."

Ruan Mian refused sternly, "If you don't accept the order, the bald manager has agreed."

"Guansheng International, 430 square meters, the client is a businessman, and he is short of everything but not short of money." Feng Yu said quietly, "If you don't pick me up, I will tell the manager that you say he is bald."

Ruan Mian looked at him like a fool, "Are you a primary school student?"

Feng Yu turned around and was about to go to the manager's office.

"I have an appointment tonight." Ruan Mian turned off the computer leisurely without any fear, and began to tidy up the blueprints on the table, "Well...and Jiang Song."

Feng Yu paused and turned around slowly, "With whom?"

"Jiang Song, or else I'll tell him that I still have things to do."

"No, no, you go, you go, it's all right, I'll just find someone else."

Ruan Mian blinked: Hey, this trick works.

Ruan Mian stood in front of the punch card machine humming a little tune, her mood was clear.

At 59:[-], he can retreat immediately just waiting to jump to [-]:[-], which is a treatment he has never had for many years.

The moment he finished punching the card, Jiang Song also called.

"Have you got off work?"

Ruan Mian, "Just finished punching the card, let's go now."

Jiang Song, "Well, I'm downstairs from your company."

Ruan Mian's hand that was about to press the elevator froze slightly.

How much free time does this person have every day? !

The author says:

I want to apply for the list next Thursday... I want to suppress the word count... I hope the organization understands. QQ