"So it's only the first day of opening, where did you get so many customers?"

Lin Jian curled behind his large desk, staring at a long list, motionless.

After a long time, he turned two pages and fell into his chair in pretending to be in pain.

"One hundred appointments in three days," he said, staring at the ceiling, weak (but secretly happy), "how much do you have to see every day......

"You don't have to look at it so much." Xiao Zhenyi paced over, bent down and picked up the thin piece of paper, and he glanced at the list: "Most of them were introduced by Mr. Su, and many of them may just be a formality...... The upper class is not so gullible, where can you hear the wind and rain and run over in a hurry? ”

Lin Jian lowered her head and rolled her eyes at him.

"Do you really need to tell the truth?"

Xiao Zhenyi gave him a roll of the eyes in return, and reached out to press the button on the side of the table.

"The customer who came to the meeting was the customer personally introduced by Mr. Su, the designer of Su's queen. He was a young genius, proud, and notoriously good-tempered—I said you should be serious. ”

No matter how Lin Jian was not angry with Xiao Zhenyi's crow beak that pierced the emperor's new clothes, he had to admit that what he said was right - the office had just opened, and it was he who was in charge of the office and the so-called "senior adviser of the Su family", and those people like the upper class naturally would not believe it lightly, and it was impossible for them to take out their wallets for no reason. The first batch of customers they were able to recruit probably relied on the faces of Mr. Su and Xia Wei to come to "go through the motions", and many of them were even completely "coerced and lured".

For example, the one in front of him, the rumored Su family's royal designer.

The forty-year-old uncle, whose hairstyle was as strange as his temper, showed his artist's temper as soon as he walked through the door - and it was obvious that he was haunted, even extremely dissatisfied, that he had been forced to hold on to such an unknown person. The intensity of this emotion was so strong that it overflowed from almost every wrinkle on his skin.

He pulled away the chair in front of Lin Jian and sat down. He was tall enough to condescend into a chair and look at Lin Jian from his black-rimmed glasses, fully expressing his disdain. He snorted (the sound was so hard that Lin Jian wondered if he had squirted something onto the table).

"Mr. Lin?"

Lin Jian nodded.

"You can call me An Yuan." The uncle smacked his lips impatiently: "The peace of An, the distance of the distance." It was Mr. Su who introduced me. ”

His name is really full of romance, and it is so contrary to his arrogant tone that Lin Jian couldn't react a little, and then he decided to exhaust the etiquette first-no matter what, he had to give Mr. Su a face.

"Mr. Su introduced Mr. An Yuan to me, and I really admire the name for a long time."

"Long admired the daimyo?" An Yuan straightened his stomach and sat up slightly: "To be honest, my big name doesn't have anything to look up to for a long time - anyway, it's also my own stage name (Lin Jian choked). If you want me to say, the best business card for artists like us is our design - you can understand our design, you don't need to remember our name; If you can't read our design, it's useless to remember our names......"

An Yuan's words were completely firing a map cannon, and Lin Jian was a little unbelievable-

By the way, I'm not here to talk to you about design, am I? People who don't understand art have no human rights, right?

He coughed uncomfortably, and decided to try his best to get the topic back on track: "Of course, Mr. An's high arguments are very interesting, and it may be difficult for laypeople like us who don't understand art to understand Mr. An's designs. However, there is a specialization in the art industry, so Mr. An should reach out first. ”

"Mr. An" breathed out from his nose as if he was very reserved, and Shi Shiran stretched out a slender and rough hand and slowly placed it in front of Lin Jian.

Lin Jian was holding back a little anger in his stomach, and he lowered his head and wanted to find a few bad luck to come out to intimidate and intimidate this unscrupulous designer, so as to kill the majesty. But when he looked at it, he couldn't stand the bitterness in his heart - Mom, it's miserable!

This hapless designer cliff is often ending up doing manual work - the scars on his hands!

You know, the most taboo in palmistry is this kind of "rootless wound", what is "rootless wound"? That is, the cause of the mystery is a scar that even the injured person himself is confused about, and this scar is simply random and cannot be counted - because no one knows whether it is a special arrangement of God or the impatience of the injured person. If this kind of scar grows on the hand, then the palm print on the palm of the hand is considered to be completely useless. For example, if Mr. An had seven or eight small wounds severed on his lifeline, he should have died once at the age of twelve, fourteen, forty-five, seventy-eight, and ninety-seven, depending on the position and length of the cut; This person's marriage line also opened a big hole, and according to the new scars, he should have been divorced at the age of six......

What, what, hell!

Lin Jian took a cool breath and looked away helplessly. He raised his head and stared at An Yuan's face: I can't look at the palmistry, but the face can always be calculated.

"What is Mr. Lin doing with my face?" An Yuan helped his black-rimmed glasses, with slight disdain on his face: "Didn't you say that you want to consult?" Just staring at people? I've had my face fallen, but I'm still good at it, right? ”

“…… Did you fall in the face? ”

"Not bad." An Yuan touched his cheek, "When I was twenty years old when I was doing architectural design, I was planted from a ladder, and my facial bones were displaced, and I needed four stitches. ”

"The bones of the face are displaced...... Lin Jian muttered.

The bones of the face are displaced, and the facial features are naturally changed, and even the texture of the skin changes as it develops......

No wonder...... Just looking at An Yuan's face, he should have two daughters at the age of twelve. I also said how could it be so undisciplined.

――TMD, face reading is no longer available!

I've rubbed it, what else can I use to pretend to be forced next?

Wait a minute...... There is more than one way to tell fortunes, and even if it doesn't work, there are other alternatives.

Word measurement?

I'm sorry, An Yuan is a stage name.

Horoscopes?

Let's not say whether the artist is willing to give the exact time, even if he knows, it will take a lot of effort to convert it into a lunar calendar, and it will take at least two or three hours. Did Ann wait two or three hours?

Touching the bones?

This is a little bit of a spectrum, as long as An Yuan does not have comminuted fractures all over his body, he should be able to get a rough idea. But-but, touching the bones has to be close to the skin and groping carefully, with An Yuan's current indispensability, will he obediently untie his clothes?

Yarrow? Turtle? Finger pinching?

- I'm sorry, I don't!

Lin Jian was able to take it, he could only stare at An Yuan's face, stared at An Yuan's arm, and looked back and forth, trying in vain to push something out of the crooked palm bones that would allow him to end up decently, and his forehead was a little sweaty.

It's a pity that customers won't understand the hard work of the service staff, especially not an artist-like customer with a weird temper like An Yuan. What the hell are you looking at? ”

Lin Jian's sweat is even more, he must be crooked, decisively divert the topic, and buy time-

"I'm looking at the scars on Mr. An's hands, and sure enough, it's a point of hard work and a point of harvest, Mr. An has the current achievements, and he has also suffered a lot......"

Lin Jian smiled slowly, trying her best to be flattering and soft, but she was bitter in her heart: TMD, the crooked building is too blunt, it's just nonsense! It's embarrassing for me to go!

But facts have proved that even if it is a nonsense crooked building, as long as it scratches someone's G\ point, it still has a significant effect - An Yuan is not embarrassed at all, he immediately smiled, and his tone softened a little: "It really makes sense to work hard and harvest a point, where can there be achievements without diligence." However, it is not enough to be diligent and hardworking, just know that diligence and hard work are at most a craftsman, and you can't get rid of craftsmanship for a lifetime. A true artist has to ponder for himself, experience it for himself, create a new genre for himself, and innovate for himself -- of course, I don't dare to say that I have innovated or something. However, I am also groping, and I have achieved something. Mr. Lin is Su's senior advisor, and Mr. Su also trusts you, so I don't take the liberty of selling melons and boasting about myself......"

Crooked building success!

Lin Jian was overjoyed, and she was not disgusted at all when she listened to the high remarks of the Ontario artist that were close to talking to himself. On the contrary, he must let this brag a little more, and fight for one more second - he has already removed three scars.

"I wonder what you've been up to lately?"

This question was obviously also well asked, and Designer Ann smiled even brighter. He leaned back in his wooden chair triumphantly, smugly looking at the ceiling, and then swept from the ceiling to the window wall. He cleared his throat, and his tone was full of "Lao Tzu actually convinced Mr. Su's henchman, Lao Tzu is so proud."

"Actually, this kind of thing, it's kind of nothing. Mostly by a feeling. Now, I'm mostly focused on office design (he waved his hand at the window wall in a big way). Office design has always been self-contained and stagnant, and it has been motionless for ten years. As for me, I've always wanted to improve it - the office is like a second home for many people, and if the second home is not well designed, how much impact will it have? I've specialized in a lot of things, from workplace psychology to what's new distribution theory. I just think, the current office is too rigid! When an employee enters the office and sees such a depressing arrangement (he raises his chin at the desk) and such a solemn color (he points to the ceiling), he is all trembling and overwhelmed, where can he exert his subjective initiative? I think it's time to break this 'solemn sùmu' atmosphere. Break the barrier of space, create a sparse, wide and friendly atmosphere, use the overlap and interlacing of space, and make reasonable use of tables, chairs, doors and windows......"

"Uh-oh...... Specifically, how does it work? ”

Lin Jian showed a fairly standard smile and stared at An Yuan's face tightly: Well, that scar is negligible, it shouldn't hurt the face, and that fork in the road can be considered......

"Specifically, it is the idea of minimalism - concise, concise, and see affinity from simplicity! The use of minimalism in psychology has always been very good, and I have borrowed Tomac's idea - to use the straightforward to create a sense of intimacy and ritual, so that employees can communicate positively with the boss the moment they enter the door, and there is no need for space partitions. Of course, you can also set up some ornamental items on the side of your desk. The other is to use the natural light source behind the desk, and use the effect of light and shadow to emphasize the authority ......"

Obviously, Lin Jian didn't understand anything.

He didn't understand minimalism, he couldn't understand what "concise affinity" was, he couldn't understand what "micro-tomac" was, but he felt that what he understood didn't seem quite right.

"Mr. Ahn, do you mean that...... Open the door to the desk, and add a large window behind the desk? ”

"Don't think that simple!" An Yuan breathed out from his nose and looked very unhappy: "Desks, windows, the same elements, the same composition, but can produce subtle and different differences, this is the charm of design, this is the power of design." It's not summed up in a few sentences. It's impossible for the average person to understand this subtle difference! ”

- "Ordinary people don't understand the subtle differences. ”

Yes, of course I don't know anything about design, and I don't understand "subtlety", I don't understand "subtlety......

But I know Feng Shui!

I'll it! Straight to the point, facing the window behind the door - this is a full feng shui evil situation, the famous "through the hall"!

So, so-

"Has this design been put into practice?"

An Yuan glanced at him, and his demeanor was a little gentle: "Practice? Aren't you a senior advisor to So? How did you not know about Su's building plans? Su's architecture has been used for a long time, and the nearest headquarters building is ......"

Lin Jian reflected almost immediately.

"The one in L City?"

- No wonder!

"Yes, there are a lot of other big companies that appreciate it, and it's a small trend now. For example, when Gu's headquarters was renovated, it specially borrowed some of this kind of creative ......"

Specifically borrowed? What is borrowed? Bad?

- Bridge bean sack, Gu's?

"Shouldn't you be talking about the real estate guy (the president got sick and went to the hospital)...... Gu family, right? ”

"Exactly." An Yuan lazily stared at his scarred hands, "Mr. Gu's aesthetics are indeed very clever, it is he who overcame public opinion and adopted part of my ideas - of course, the facts later proved his foresight, and Gu's work efficiency was effectively improved." It's also a small embodiment of this design. ”

"Oh." Lin Jian said slowly, "Yes." ”

It was as if there was a sudden dawn in the midst of a mountain and water, and after only a few encounters, Lin Jian had escaped the embarrassing situation three minutes earlier, while on the contrary, the arrogant, unsophisticated, and uninhibited designer in front of him had already exposed his softest hole in ignorance - he had completely stepped into the trap he had dug with his own hands.

It's time to close the net.

Lin Jian smiled, just showing his eight-petal teeth, which was dignified after training dozens of times. He spoke slowly, fantasizing that poison flowed from his every word.

"However, I heard that Mr. Gu ...... It was at Gu's headquarters that he became ill? ”

How sluggish, the haughty-looking artist is still unkind.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Jian was not angry at all, on the contrary, he felt that he was smiling more cheerfully.

"What can I mean? It's just that I heard that this time in the Tiantongyuan incident, Su's property in L City is ......"

Point to point.

Of course, An Yuan's IQ was not bad, and he immediately reacted: "What do you want to say?" Let me tell you that there are fifteen or sixteen office buildings of this style that I designed, so what do you mean by taking two examples? ”

Lin Jian continued to move slowly, and wandered carefully: "Fifteen or sixteen." What are they? ”

"What are they?" An Yuan sneered. "Tianhai's new headquarters, the ninth tallest building in the world, you know?"

"Yes." Lin Jian replied softly, "It's the Tianhai enterprise that was recently investigated by the Anti-Cult Office." ”

That's their own imprudence! And then there's - and the renovation of the old building of Hongda......"

An Yuan's voice lowered, probably he also thought of what Lin Jian was about to say.

"HTC only caught a fire once in the first two months, right?"

It's too much—this sentence is like a hissing poisonous snake falling, winding gracefully on the table between the two. At that moment, An Yuan's face was like milk that had been put in for half a week.

Obviously, he had realized the horror, he had realized the killing machine, and he was still dying—dying, trying in vain to get rid of Lin Jian's killing moves. An Yuan's lips twitched slightly, desperately reciting the names that Lin Jian had heard or had not heard of—it was obvious that he was looking for an example to refute the fallacy.

It's a pity, Lin Jian thought leisurely, it's a pity. If it were another feng shui bureau, it would be fine, and the hall breaker is notoriously dangerous and difficult to provoke, but this one also put the hall breaker into the president's office, which is really self-inflicted.

- Of course, if someone hadn't reminded him, he probably wouldn't have connected these events, right?

Sin, sin.

Finally, An Yuan slowly raised his head, his face as white as paper. His expression was also in a trance.

"Impossible, impossible...... he muttered, "this style is very popular and used by many people." Even - even the Imperial Palace—"

He suddenly fell silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds later. An Yuan turned his head tremblingly, his voice frighteningly weak.

"Mr. Lin, you-you're ...... tomorrow Can you help me look at the design drawings? ”

Lin Jian smiled.

"Okay."

#gameover#