Zhao Baoxuan followed Zhang Wuwei to his office, and only after looking at the nameplate on the table did he know that Zhang Wuwei was not the general manager, but the chief engineer of the Grand Theater project.

Such an identity made Zhao Baoxuan feel very relaxed suddenly.

She said, how could the general manager who can repair the water tank by himself be willing to wear spicy and luxurious clothes!

The luxury of the general manager is luxurious and dazzling, and only those who are engaged in design will be desperate to pursue low-key perfection.

Hehe, in ancient times, the identity of the director was the official sent by the Ministry of Industry to supervise the station, the kind that was full of oil and water.

As soon as the pressure cleared, she became emboldened and began to look around.

There were a few crystal trophies in the bookcase against the wall, and a metal power of attorney stood there, a large conference table with a 24-inch computer monitor, and two hand-drawn color manuscripts on the floor, inlaid with wooden frames, which looked like they hadn't had time to hang up yet.

Hanging this kind of hyper-realistic manuscript in an ultra-modern design office, which of your masterpieces is this?

With the landscape painting style of oil painting, several figures dotted in it do not have facial features, the dress is a strong red and black color, and the gestures are full of rules and etiquette, revealing a full Wei and Jin style.

"I painted it, two years ago to bid for the Grand Theater project, I came to the fishing city to investigate, the official version of the information said that this was once the ancient emperor's palace, Zhao almost moved the capital here. Zhang Wuwei saw Zhao Baoxuan staring at the painting intently, so he introduced: "I was walking by the river, and I had a sudden inspiration to paint these two landscapes. ”

Zhao Baoxuan looked dumbfounded: "I feel that if Zhao Guo really moves the capital to Yucheng, the picture of the people living and working in peace and contentment must be like this!"

She seemed to have seen the landscapes in these two paintings, as if she had stayed in them - she could even guess what the people in the paintings were doing!

I have to say that the idea of this painting is very bold, and it is obviously different from the Tang and Song Dynasty relics flaunted by the fishing city.

Zhang Wuwei smiled slightly: "If you study archaeology, you must know a lot about the history of the fishing city, and if I don't draw it right, you can tell it." ”

Zhao Baoxuan sneered: "What the fishing city was like in the Wei and Jin dynasties, no one knows, and there are no unearthed cultural relics in the fishing city. ”

Even when the fishing city was developing ancient city tourism, the external propaganda of what was the beginning of the Tang Dynasty and the establishment of the county in the Song and Ming dynasties was actually a side game.

There have never been any celebrities in the fishing city, let alone scenic spots.

Strictly speaking, the fishing city of the Wei and Jin dynasties was purely wilderness.

Zhang Wuwei praised her: "You know your hometown very well!"

Zhao Baoxuan couldn't help but praise the most, hehe Zhile, and there were many words: "I haven't planed, I don't know very much." If it weren't for your explanation that you painted the Mijiang River, I would have thought it was a great painter's sketch in the ancient city of Wei and Jin. ”

Zhang Wuwei smiled faintly: "Don't call me uncle, in the studio, everyone is a colleague, you just call me by their title." ”

Most of his colleagues in the office called him Wilbur by his English name, and only Mies Wu called him Mr. Zhang.

Zhao Baoxuan is as good as a stream: "For the uncle!"

His eyes were still staring at the painted manuscript, and his thoughts drifted away.

Zhang Wuwei: "......"

Sounds a little weird, what's going on?

"Wilbur, when are you leaving for the construction site?" someone knocked on the open office door.

Zhang Wuwei introduced them: "Saiwen, this is Bao Xuan, my assistant." Bao Xuan, this is Severn, he is responsible for the design of the basic part, we are going to go to the field evaluation soon, when you come to work tomorrow, bring two sets of casual clothes to the office, and you can use them when you go to the construction site. Today, you will familiarize yourself with the workflow with Mies-Wu at the company. ”

Saiwen is a foreigner, fluent in Chinese, and enthusiastically stretched out his hand: "Oh, hello touching little sister! It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, you can go with us today, it doesn't matter if you don't bring work clothes, you will wait in the car when we go down, and after seeing the construction site, we will go to the vicinity to taste local specialties." ”

Zhao Baoxuan was immersed in the memory of his mind searching for the familiar picture, and he had not completely come back to his senses, and reacted a beat slower to the sudden change of words, and watched Saiwen's hand almost catch her hand.

She was not used to shaking hands with strangers, so she subconsciously raised the handbag in her hand and excused herself: "For uncle, I brought long pants and flat shoes." ”

Zhang Wuwei raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a hint of appreciation: "You have thought of it a long time ago?"

Zhao Baoxuan didn't dare to say what she really thought, and said, "I thought you were polite when you said that you would let me come to work." ”

For the sake of her parents' faces, she didn't refuse in person.

Seeing that Zhao Baoxuan's hands were not empty, Saiwen took an exaggerated step forward to grab her shoulder, and his eyebrows squeezed: "Little sister, I also need an assistant, you can consider adjusting your position." ”

Zhang Wuwei quietly opened Saiwen's arm and stopped between the two people: "Baoxuan, you go to change clothes, I'll wait for you here." ”

Between such a senior uncle Zhang and a group of strange new colleagues, Zhao Baoxuan chose to be a follower: "Okay, I'll come right away, uncle, this is my ...... Uh, the tea leaves at home, to put in the refrigerator. ”

More than half of the dozen or so male colleagues outside are foreigners, and they all have this pure and undisguised look in Saiwen's eyes.

She enjoys working with simple-minded people.

It's just that the enthusiasm shown by Saiwen when they meet makes her have some scruples.

It's safer to hide behind Uncle Zhang.

Zhao Baoxuan didn't realize at this moment that he had regarded Zhang Wuwei as a shield.

She was very glad to think, perhaps, this time her dream is really the opposite, the more afraid she is in her dream, the more she trusts in life.

Master Zhou is really a god!

......

Zhao Baoxuan went to the bathroom to change her clothes and came out, until she got in the car, Saiwen didn't joke with her anymore, but discussed work with Zhang Wuwei throughout the whole process.

The construction site of the Grand Theater is in the center of the new urban area planned in the fishing city.

In the renderings of the overall construction, it is close to the municipal government and cultural square, facing the Mijiang River in the south, and will become a landmark building representing the cultural heritage of the fishing city after completion.

Many people are looking forward to the completion of the Yucheng Grand Theater can really be on the Guinness Book of Records and inject new vitality into the Yucheng City.

To be honest, Zhao Baoxuan doesn't believe in these propaganda.

Even the leaders of the museum library who refused to plan and rebuild and expand it, but spent a lot of money to hire foreign designers to build the grand theater, which is nothing more than a gimmick to follow the trend.

However, the two people in front of her pointed to the drawings and discussed seriously, and with the slight shaking of the body, she gave birth to the illusion that the commander was waiting to discuss the battle plan when the big war was imminent.

Zhang Wuwei's watch reflected the sunlight outside the car window and flashed across Zhao Baoxuan's face.

She suddenly woke up and thought, "Am I not dreaming again?"

In view of her previous experience, Zhao Baoxuan put her hand in her trouser pocket and secretly pinched herself.

It hurts!

It's not a dream!