Mr. An Yuan is quite strange today.

This is the conclusion of his personal secretary, dedicated Royce.

As soon as he entered the door in the morning, Mr. An Yuan was in a strange state of anxiety, he was in the office with his hands behind his back, muttering some inexplicable terms, vaguely sounding like "probability" and "coincidence", which was simply confusing to the second monk.

- Of course, it's not a big deal to just spin around and chatter. After all, our secretary, the battle-hardened Mr. Royce, had already served three "design masters" in quick succession, and he knew all too well the quirks of these artists (in fact, he privately thought that An Yuan's quirks were the most special, because he was too much like a normal person - except that he didn't understand the world). What is the circle of words? What's the point of saying something that clearly doesn't belong to the category of design? After all, his last client had also appeared in "Survival in the Wilderness" in order to design a style of man and nature - but he didn't succeed in surviving.

However, after walking around for a full thirty minutes, An Yuan finally stopped. He turned his head and asked Royce to find some information.

"What information? Mr? ”

"Minimalist design, especially ...... recent designs"

Royce is a good secretary who works diligently to gather information about his clients, even after the contract ends. This was working now - he quickly found the text for two whole boxes.

Obviously, these materials did not satisfy An Yuan, and he just turned a few pages and impatiently dropped the box.

"That's not what I need." An Yuan's voice was very stiff, "I want to know if these companies, that is, our customers, have encountered anything recently - any accidents or bad news. ”

I see! Roy smiled.

"You don't have to worry about that, sir." He spoke in a pleasant tone (with an imperceptible reassurance, of course), "Our designs have been evaluated by experts and there are no safety risks. Even if those companies do run into any trouble, it's not our problem. ”

An Yuan was not comforted by his words at all, on the contrary, he kept muttering: "What trouble did you really encounter?" ”

He jerked his head up and stared at Royce.

"So, what exactly is going on with our customers?"

"Ahh An Yuan smiled happily - although this matter has nothing to do with business, he is still happy to show his extraordinary memory: "Actually, it is strange to say, in recent months, medium and large enterprises seem to have generally had a bad year. Accidents have happened, sick people have been sick, and several have gotten into trouble with the government, and it's really ...... to say."

An Yuan interrupted him directly.

"When did they start to get out of luck?"

"I don't know, but there's always a gradual trend. However, I heard that the probability of their accidents has suddenly soared a lot in recent months, which is particularly abnormal, so that the government has warned them to raise their awareness of prevention - of course, sir, you can rest assured, our studio's safety awareness and safety education have always been very good. ”

When he said the last few words, Royce subconsciously aggravated his tone - he secretly felt that he had understood the boss's intentions, and he should use the reason for the increase in customer accident rates to rectify the safety problems of the studio, right? The next step should be a safety lecture? Well, you have to think about how to deal with it - you can find an authoritative third-party organization to do a security assessment or something......

Unexpectedly, An Yuan didn't react to his assurances at all, he just sat on the chair blankly, staring blankly ahead.

After a while, he seemed to wake up suddenly. An Yuan stood up with a swish and shouted at Royce.

"Did a professor from the Royal College of Design come in a few weeks ago to discuss minimalist design?"

"Uh, yes......"

Mr. An Yuan seems to be a little shaky.

"Did he say that the crown prince's study, as well as the back garden, were to be renovated?"

"Yes, but ......"

Why is it so shaky?

"Call the Royal Reception Office now! It's best to call the prince's private secretary directly! ”

An Yuan raised his voice unprecedentedly, and gave instructions in a loud voice. However, Royce didn't move, and he had a hesitant look on his face.

"What's wrong? Just go! ”

Royce hesitated.

"Sir." He said hesitantly, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince broke his leg in the middle of the night last night, and now the royal family is in chaos. If it's not urgent, let's wait a few days......"

An Yuan fell into his chair.

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When An Yuan rushed in with someone, Lin Jian was gnawing on the duck's neck.

Duck neck, five pieces for two, spicy and delicious, casual must-have. It's best for boring jobs and leisure.

It's just not very suitable for pretending.

Of course, Lin Jian is not stupid enough to gnaw on a duck's neck in front of a customer. In fact, when the AI's female voice called out the name of the Ontario designer, Lin Jian had already opened the drawer and put away the duck neck, and was about to intensify his efforts to finish the one on his mouth - he knew very well that the door was seven minutes away from the office, enough for him to clean up the mess.

Then, three minutes.

With a loud bang, the door of the hidden room suddenly opened, and An Yuan, who was unable to retract, almost slammed into the door with his hands, and after the squeak, an old man with half a hundred hair also followed, and the two rubbed and rubbed on the smooth floor, all the way to Lin Jian's table, and there was a good bang.

Lin Jian: ......

Staring at the entangled half-hundred-year-old man sloppy uncle in front of him, he slowly swallowed the last bite of duck neck.

"Two ...... What is this doing? ”

An Yuan laboriously reached out and grabbed the table leg and climbed onto the chair with great difficulty. He wiped his sweat and turned around and pulled up the old man who was still ouching.

"This is a professor at the Royal College of Design, Mr. Lu Yang." He introduced dryly, "This is the senior consultant of the Su Group, Mr. Lin Jian. ”

Lin Jian hesitated for a long time, and finally remembered which hand he ate the duck neck with. He smiled and stretched out his other hand.

"Hello Professor Lu."

Professor Lu, who was still gasping for breath, shook his hand weakly and stained Lin Jian's hand with sweat.

Lin Jian held back the weird feeling of being wet and silently rested his hand on the paper towel next to the table. He struggled to squeeze out a smile.

"I don't know why Professor Lu and Mr. An came in such a hurry?"

"Ahh Didn't I just visit Mr. Lin a few days ago, and I think Mr. Lin's advice is really very valuable. I specifically mentioned it to Professor Lu, and he was very, very impressed. So we just- we wanted to come and ask for advice......

Admire? Hey, if it hadn't scared you with the hall, would you have admired it? Besides, the expression of Professor Lu next to him doesn't look like "very admired"? Your ability to tell nonsense with your eyes open is top-notch!

Lin Jian almost rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Ann is really overrated. I'm also a layman in the design industry, where can I have any high opinions? This is all Mr. An's own humble advice, drawing inferences from one ......"

Obviously, An Yuan was not at all satisfied with his compliment this time - the designer's face seemed to have become ugly. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled again.

"I'll just get it straight, Mr. Lin. I went back yesterday and looked at it and found -- and found that everything with a minimalist design -- that is-- uh, the door to the window, there was something going wrong. These problems are really difficult to explain by coincidence. We just want to -- ask you again. ”

This time it was a little polite. Lin Jian was a little surprised-it seemed that this trickster had caused a lot of trouble.

However, it is quite simple to solve.

"Mr. An doesn't need to be in a hurry. Your design is just unlucky. Actually, there is no trouble, just add a screen between the door and the window. ”

Surprisingly, An Yuan, who heard the solution, still had no reaction. On the contrary, his face became even more bitter. For several minutes, his eyes puffed out, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak.

Finally, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and it sounded like he was spitting out nails.

"That's—then. Can you take a look at the other ......?"

He couldn't speak anymore. Professor Lu Yang, who had gray hair on the side, seemed to be a little hesitant, and he glanced at An Yuan before he took out a small metal pen and gently pressed it open.

After a soft beep, a three-dimensional, lifelike, scaled-down 3D model emerges on the surface of the floor, and in the faint light of the pen end, you can see the lush trees and the murmuring of the stream, which is a model of a garden.

An Yuan stood up and made a "please" gesture towards the 3D model.

Lin Jian got up a little uncertainly, and paced to the 3D model for some unknown reason, he felt that it was better for him to be humble first.

"I'm really not modest, I really don't know anything about design, so you two should be smart—"

After seeing the model clearly, Lin Jian choked.

"Y-you, what is this garden for?"

An Yuan didn't answer, he glanced at Lu Yang. Professor Lu, who was skeptical and silent, finally reflected, and he cleared his throat.

"It's not a big use, it's just daily leisure, entertainment, relaxation and relaxation......"

Lin Jian pointed to the entrance of the 3D model: "Relax...... Why put a rockery at the entrance of the garden? ”

Lu Yang's spirit was lifted: "This is the essence of the combination of minimalism and structuralism, using rockeries to create a sense of mystery in zào space!" Without the rockery, once you enter the entrance garden at a glance, where is there any fun? ”

Well, there's nothing wrong with getting straight to the point. But—

"That'...... Why do you need a stream halfway up the rockery? ”

This time Lu Yang seemed to hear that something was wrong, he frowned and stared at the rockery, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"Well, it's my student's Tiyì, and he's also interested in -- ah-- in Mr. Lin's learning. He knew a young man surnamed Xiao, and he seemed to know a little bit about this. The young man surnamed Xiao told my student that water can gather qi, and it is best to add a waterway when designing. My student recommended it to me after trying it out and feeling very good. ”

Lin Jian only felt a mouthful of hot blood surging up her throat.

Shaw! Raise! Clothing! The most taboo thing in Feng Shui is the nerd of hearsay, and you are still blind everywhere!

Of course, "water can gather qi" is true, and adding a waterway next to the house does have the effect of regulating luck. But it shouldn't be, why are you adding a rockery? Of course, if the water is bypassed by the rockery, this can still be regarded as a "bright village", but Your Excellency wants to dig the mountains and water......

After thinking about it, he could only ask leisurely.

"This garden...... Has it already been built? ”

"It's already been built." An Yuan directly snatched Professor Lu's words, and his speed of speech was so fast that he stammered: "Yes, is there something?" ”

Wrong? Of course, "the mountains and rivers are exhausted" is wrong! But......

"I'm not sure about that. Of course, the layout of the home will have some influence, but it will also vary from person to person. If the owner of the garden is lucky, it doesn't have to be a big problem. ”

An Yuan and Professor Lu glanced at each other, and they were simply tacitly compatible. Two seconds later, they turned their heads in unison.

"What if—we just say if—if the owner of this garden is of high power, of high rank, and young and strong?"

Bit high weight? Noble status? Young and strong?

Could it be that he is a second-generation official?

Lin Jian coughed and decided to add an insurance policy, not to say it to death: "What about this...... In fact, the mystical doctrine of feng shui layout is not necessarily effective, after all, it is just a guide to the situation. The so-called good swimmer drowning, as long as the owner of the house is careful, it is estimated that there will not be too big a basket. ”

An Yuan and Lu Yang looked at each other again, and then stared at Lin Jian directly: "Then what if...... What about carelessness? ”

"Uh--it's not a big deal if you're not careful." Lin Jian was forced to feel uncomfortable by two scorching, shining gazes, and he felt that it was better to make the problem lighter: "At most, it may be stepping on a rockery soaked in water and falling off the rockery, breaking his leg or something......"

…………

There was silence in the room. The two men stared at him dumbfounded.

Lin Jian was numb all over, and he couldn't help lowering his voice.

"I'm just talking nonsense -- two -- you don't have to ......."

He couldn't go on: Lu Yang's gaze was too terrifying.

A minute passed, and Lu Yang stared at him.

Two minutes passed, and Lu Yang closed his eyes.

Three minutes passed, and Lu Yang opened his eyes.

"Mr. Lin, would you like to come to the palace?"

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