When I came back and sat down, the dishes had already been served.
Li Wei seemed to be waiting for her and did not move his chopsticks.
In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Song Nanqiao had no choice but to find a topic.
"Are you a student?"
Levi took a sip of the juice, scooped up a spoonful of fruit salad and put it into his mouth, "You can say yes or you can say no. I will graduate soon. My grandma has been taking care of me before."
"What about your parents?"
"My parents passed away a long time ago, and now there are only two of us, my grandma and me. My grandma also brought me up, but she is getting older and her health has been poor. I can't always stay with her because of my studies.
I take care of her, so I always feel guilty towards grandma."
Song Nanqiao kept chatting with Li Wei about his story, and felt very sympathetic towards him and an old woman who was suffering from a disease.
Therefore, she learned that Li Wei's major was the same as hers, and they both studied architecture, so they were very chatty. In addition, the young man was enthusiastic and talkative, which made her have a better impression of Li Wei.
"So have you decided where you want to go after graduation?"
Perhaps anyone facing such an immature boy would be overflowing with maternal love.
"I haven't thought about it too much. Now I'm more worried about my grandma's health. It's good to have a good place to go. If not, I would be willing to stay and take care of grandma. After all, she is old and I don't want to leave any regrets."
Song Nanqiao was moved by Li Wei's words.
Somewhat surprisingly, this big boy has clear goals for himself and is more thoughtful than she was back then.
After the meal, the two said goodbye to each other. Song Nanqiao drove directly back to the company, thinking that the half-processed documents were still lying alone on the desk.
It's better to be a good person and stay the course. Li Wei's major matches his own, and he plans to introduce him to the Song Group after graduation, which is also a good placement for him.
After returning to the company, she sorted out the remaining first draft of the design, checked it carefully and sent it to Wan Hui.
She is the design person in charge of the Song Group, and she is the design person in charge of the Tang Group. Since the design draft has been published, it is natural that the two parties must review it, and there cannot be any discrepancies.
Design needs to be adjusted, and one person cannot be dominant.
But they knew both openly and secretly that both families wanted to seize control.
Half an hour later, Wan Hui called me.
Song Nanqiao walked into Wan Hui's office.
Wan Huihei had a stern face, showing disgust with the first draft of the design in front of him, and raised his brows indifferently.
“What do you mean you’re sending me this crap?”
The thing that Song Nanqiao worked so hard to design was actually called garbage, especially when it came from Wan Hui's mouth, which made him angry.
"Garbage? You say my design is garbage?"
She felt it was extremely ridiculous, so she smiled and straightened her chest, neither humble nor overbearing.
"This is designed completely in accordance with the original theme style, which highlights the inherent characteristics of the hot spring and also integrates the regional culture."
Are you deliberately looking for trouble?
"Of course I know this, but don't forget that a good hot spring venue should have a variety of regional styles to reflect, but these reflections cannot far outweigh the inherent characteristics of the hot spring. What did you give me? I don't have it.
See any bright spots.”
Wan Hui's professionalism is no less than that of Song Nanqiao. After all, they both graduated from the same school and are the disciples of the design genius Luo Ying.
"Since we want to highlight the inherent characteristics of hot springs, wouldn't it feel messy and disorganized if we add other regional styles? This is completely contrary to the original intention. The outstanding points of these words have been fully reflected."
“I don’t think multiple regional styles will bring much surprise to hot spring venues, and they may even be superfluous.”
Song Nanqiao didn't think there was anything wrong with his design ideas, and he didn't agree with Wan Hui's style.
The two were at loggerheads, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.
Soon, the quarrel coming from the office caused the employees outside to cast strange looks.
A few daring people even leaned on the door to eavesdrop.
"Hey, hey, hey, listen, there's a quarrel..."
Through the blinds, a group of employees were discussing outside the office.
"If you don't agree with this idea, why didn't you propose it at first? Now give me this design, do you think I will agree?"
Not to be outdone, Wan Hui considers herself to be one of the few in the professional field.
"The design is not static. Good design can change over time. Likewise, I think a good hot spring place should give people a feeling of home, rather than traveling abroad. What I design is not a scenic spot."
Song Nanqiao was firm and composed. The original idea was indeed good, but the design itself was not dead. When she was designing the first draft, she tried to add multiple regional elements, but in her opinion, it was counterproductive and drowned out the original intention of the hot spring.
"Okay, if you go by your current ideas, what's the point of a multi-element hot spring place? It's simple, single, and monotonous. I only saw these in your design draft. Do you think it will catch people's attention and become a blockbuster?"
Wan Hui's attitude was stern and unyielding, and her eyes and eyebrows were filled with denial of Song Nanqiao.
The two of them held their own opinions on everything they said.
The chatter outside the door gradually overshadowed the quarrel between the two.
Wan Hui walked out of the office wearing high boots.
"Are you all doing nothing? What are you doing here to watch the excitement? Don't you want to get off work?"
The ear-splitting roar made onlookers immediately run away with their heads in their hands.
Wan Hui returned to the office, closed the door and closed the blinds to form a seal.
Song Nanqiao was as cold as ice and had reservations about Wan Hui's ideas.
Wan Hui returned to her desk with a stern expression and turned the computer to Song Nanqiao, which displayed the first draft she had just sent.
“The design is indeed changeable, but a hot spring place that can amaze the public cannot be a single one. It has regional culture, complete functions, beautiful environment, diverse feelings, and attracts people from many regions. Isn’t this the basic thing that a warm place should have?
?"
"Integrate regional culture and environment to form a unique environmental experience. The purpose of choosing different environmental styles for each area is to experience multiple hot spring enjoyments, thereby meeting customer needs."
"Integrating the regional culture of Zibo and then showing the Qilu culture to a certain extent can form a brand of a high-end warm place. It can be unique and can only be copied and cannot be surpassed."
"Do you understand this time? Can I say that what you gave me is garbage?"
Wan Hui's sharp speech left Song Nanqiao speechless.
In the professional field of design, she was definitely one of the best, but Wan Hui's views made her have to admit that she was indeed knowledgeable.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
Song Nanqiao's silence made Wan Hui proud. In the field of design, there were only a few people who could compete with her.
"I can change it, or I can accept your idea, but everyone's design is the result of hard work and hard work. I hope you can respect it."
Chapter completed!